Vebria walked through the door of the dingy, poorly lit bar and made her way to the bartender. Rainbow flashes of neon strode across her face as she pushed through the rabble. "One durindfire. Don't keep it open." Vebria handed the bartender enough coins to cover the beverage, plus a few extra. The Zabrak picked up the glass, glowing orange slightly at the top, and headed to a booth off to the side. There, she would wait.
A message had been posted earlier that day to the holonet:
The Zabrak had received plenty of messages. Now it was all up to those who wanted to show up. Vebria smirked, bringing the glass to her lips and taking a slow sip. Hope they're actually worth their salt.
The collector stirred from his nap, his datapad beeping. "Mmmhf... time already? I've got a busy afternoon." He swung his feet out of bed, his myriad of robot servants leaping into action to prepare him for yet another gala. He laid face down on the massage table and the massage droid began it's work on his back. "Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm... i-i-i-t-t-t's goo-o-o-o-o-o-d to b-e ri-i-i-i-i-i-icccchhhhhh..." His eyes slowly closed as the soothing ministrations of the droid lulled him into another short nap.
A message had been posted earlier that day to the holonet:
Discrete slicers and pilots wanted. Pay to be discussed in person. Message for details.
The Zabrak had received plenty of messages. Now it was all up to those who wanted to show up. Vebria smirked, bringing the glass to her lips and taking a slow sip. Hope they're actually worth their salt.
The collector stirred from his nap, his datapad beeping. "Mmmhf... time already? I've got a busy afternoon." He swung his feet out of bed, his myriad of robot servants leaping into action to prepare him for yet another gala. He laid face down on the massage table and the massage droid began it's work on his back. "Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm... i-i-i-t-t-t's goo-o-o-o-o-o-d to b-e ri-i-i-i-i-i-icccchhhhhh..." His eyes slowly closed as the soothing ministrations of the droid lulled him into another short nap.