Elina found herself on Cato Neimoidia and surprisingly, she quite liked the atmosphere. It was completely covered in fog and the cities seemed allergic to natural life as it was just a jungle gym of metal suspended over the ocean. But for some reason, she still liked it and the breeze of the vast ocean below. She wasn't there for personal reasons however as she was supposed to meet with another Sith on the planet. Apparently, one of the senators had shown interest in their Order or they showed interest in one of the senators; It didn't really matter anymore as the Sith were here.
To pass the time, Elina made her way to the nearest bar she could find and decided to enter. She wasn't really the biggest of drinkers but she preferred the relaxed attitude that normally permeated in those types of locations. She was once again dressed in her merc outfit, a tank top, jacket, pants, and her hair put up in a long ponytail. Most Sith loved their armor and such but she dug comfort and it showed. Elina had sent only one message to Renfry, 'Red'. When the woman actually she arrived, the word would make much more sense.
The firrerreo remained at the counter, her nails lightly tapping against the smoothed wood as she waited. She caught a couple of eyes staring at her as her red hair practically shone like the sun once it was in the light. The bartender slid her a drink and she tossed a pair of credits at him with a nod before drawing the glass to her. She didn't drink from it instantly and instead just had her index finger circle around the rim of it and waited.
To pass the time, Elina made her way to the nearest bar she could find and decided to enter. She wasn't really the biggest of drinkers but she preferred the relaxed attitude that normally permeated in those types of locations. She was once again dressed in her merc outfit, a tank top, jacket, pants, and her hair put up in a long ponytail. Most Sith loved their armor and such but she dug comfort and it showed. Elina had sent only one message to Renfry, 'Red'. When the woman actually she arrived, the word would make much more sense.
The firrerreo remained at the counter, her nails lightly tapping against the smoothed wood as she waited. She caught a couple of eyes staring at her as her red hair practically shone like the sun once it was in the light. The bartender slid her a drink and she tossed a pair of credits at him with a nod before drawing the glass to her. She didn't drink from it instantly and instead just had her index finger circle around the rim of it and waited.