Varyn Rask
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The Daedalus was a destination for gambling, fine dining, resort-goers, and those who wanted to not only have the most enjoyable get away possible but also had the money to spend. A weekend on the Daedalus wasn't cheap, but the Sith Lord could write this off as a "business expense." After all, if you were going to meet with the Grand Moff to discuss the fate of the entire galaxy sometimes you had to wine and dine.
Varyn was dressed in his robes, though in this case they were slightly more fitting of a place where the "rich and spoiled" lived. He wouldn't stand out, and with his lightsaber hilt hidden, no one would look his way. He took a seat in the corner of the restaurant, nursing a non-alcoholic drink at such an angle that he could look out the window and also keep an eye on those that came and went. Despite the time he'd spent in space, he never fully adjusted to looking out and seeing nothingness beyond. In fact, it was one of the numerous reasons he didn't like space travel. Despite all the time he spent in transit from one place to the other, he'd never really loved it.
He reached out to the Force to feel those around him. This place was vibrant and alive in a way that was quite different than being in the underground or the underbelly of Coruscant. The people here lacked the desperation but not the depravity of the underworld. The same instincts that people in the underworld had were the same ones here, just dressed up in finer clothes.
Vary considered for the dozenth time what he would say to the Grand Moff, but ultimately he realized that no matter how much he prepared nothing would go as planned. He'd already thought about the possible ways this could unfold, but whatever happened in the end would be different than what he anticipated. @Nefieslab
Varyn was dressed in his robes, though in this case they were slightly more fitting of a place where the "rich and spoiled" lived. He wouldn't stand out, and with his lightsaber hilt hidden, no one would look his way. He took a seat in the corner of the restaurant, nursing a non-alcoholic drink at such an angle that he could look out the window and also keep an eye on those that came and went. Despite the time he'd spent in space, he never fully adjusted to looking out and seeing nothingness beyond. In fact, it was one of the numerous reasons he didn't like space travel. Despite all the time he spent in transit from one place to the other, he'd never really loved it.
He reached out to the Force to feel those around him. This place was vibrant and alive in a way that was quite different than being in the underground or the underbelly of Coruscant. The people here lacked the desperation but not the depravity of the underworld. The same instincts that people in the underworld had were the same ones here, just dressed up in finer clothes.
Vary considered for the dozenth time what he would say to the Grand Moff, but ultimately he realized that no matter how much he prepared nothing would go as planned. He'd already thought about the possible ways this could unfold, but whatever happened in the end would be different than what he anticipated. @Nefieslab