OOC: Open to all 5S members.
When Selene had booked this trip to Tirsa things had been simple, the Galaxy was screwed, the Jedi were fucked, the Sith were confused about their own malignancy, and the politicians were doing whatever they did to line their pockets and ignore everything else. Perfect conditions for those in her line of work to continue earning credits and enjoying life at the expense of others. But by the time she arrived in the Corporate Sector things had change. A broadcast on the holonet had changed everything. Now there was a big ol' target painted on all their backs, and she for one did not like that at all. And that wasn't all of it, the contact she was here to meet, a low level executive from a small pharmaceutical firm, had cancelled their meeting and made it clear that he had no intention of working with her.
So she had made her way to a local cantina, one her contacts had told her was somewhat safe for Syndicate members to be present at. Given current circumstances she thought it best to keep a low profile till she got back to Ylesia.
"Bourbon, neat." She asked the bartender as she slipped into a seat at the bar. "You know what, make it a double." Looking up, she spotted a holoscreen hanging from the roof where a couple of Troig commentators were discussion the Zaa Feen boss' declaration.
"Thanks," she said as she picked up the drink the bartender placed in front of her, taking a sip before gesturing up towards the screen, "that can't be good for business. Any pushback here because of your...affiliations?"
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