It was the kind of diner where nobody asked questions. You went in, you met whoever you were meant to meet, and you got out. It was probably a front for some kind of crew, or syndicate, or cartel. Surprisingly, it sold pretty damn good noodles, for a filthy dive infested with low-lives and scum. Level 966 wasn't down at the depths, like some levels, but it wasn't anywhere near squeaky clean either. Just like Jules wanted.
When she entered the place, she gave it a cursory scan. Checking out everyone she could see. A couple of humans in the back booth, whispering about something surreptitiously. A Sullustan chef, fussing over a grease-flecked fryer in the back. A grizzled Latero, looking up at her with interest. Casually, Jules strode over. She slipped the hood off her head as she settled across the table from him.
"You made it. You find your way here well enough?" the Latero asked, checking their surroundings.
"Well, obviously I did, seeing as I'm sat here across from you," Jules fired back, rolling her eyes. "There's nobody here. You got the creds or not?"
"Sheesh girl, that mouth is gonna get you into trouble." He reached into a pocket, pulling out a heaping bag. Jules's eyes narrowed.
"They ain't creds, dickwad."
"ISC crowns. Good as. Better, even. Worth more than creds these days."
"Are they shit. I don't want your weird funny money. Credits or no sale." Jules reached into her inner pocket, pulling out a tiny bag. Something shiny shimmering inside it. Just a casual deal for stolen goods. Nothing for anyone to get worked up about, right? Which is why Jules's other hand was resting close to her blaster. Just in case.
When she entered the place, she gave it a cursory scan. Checking out everyone she could see. A couple of humans in the back booth, whispering about something surreptitiously. A Sullustan chef, fussing over a grease-flecked fryer in the back. A grizzled Latero, looking up at her with interest. Casually, Jules strode over. She slipped the hood off her head as she settled across the table from him.
"You made it. You find your way here well enough?" the Latero asked, checking their surroundings.
"Well, obviously I did, seeing as I'm sat here across from you," Jules fired back, rolling her eyes. "There's nobody here. You got the creds or not?"
"Sheesh girl, that mouth is gonna get you into trouble." He reached into a pocket, pulling out a heaping bag. Jules's eyes narrowed.
"They ain't creds, dickwad."
"ISC crowns. Good as. Better, even. Worth more than creds these days."
"Are they shit. I don't want your weird funny money. Credits or no sale." Jules reached into her inner pocket, pulling out a tiny bag. Something shiny shimmering inside it. Just a casual deal for stolen goods. Nothing for anyone to get worked up about, right? Which is why Jules's other hand was resting close to her blaster. Just in case.
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