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Throughout her career as a smuggler, Aaisha had found herself conducting a number of dangerous runs. Whether it was transporting the finest Glitterstim or a cache of Blackwell weapons, or having to outrun Republic warships - the Morganian prided herself on consistency and results. It was, after all, what had ultimately landed her a gig with Terra and Crimson Dawn.
All the same, Gatalenta was a first.
In the aftermath of the assassination of its Senator, the normally-serene Core World remained in chaos. The tension and anxiety hung in the air, while security forces were out in full force in hopes of locating and arresting Basilisk. He was already wanted for the murders of a Chancellor and Admiral of Mon Cala, and no expenses were being spared in ensuring his capture. There was already rumor that additional forces from Coruscant and other Republic worlds would be pouring into Gatalenta to assist in the search.
The likes of which Aaisha wished to avoid, given her intentions of spiriting her anonymous contact to freedom.
While security forces were out in full force throughout the Government District, Aaisha settled into the White Slicer - a particularly seedy cantina, located in one of Gatalenta’s more impoverished districts. It was a step down from the high-class establishment she worked in part time, but it served the purposes of meeting with her contact-turned-cargo well enough. She was tucked within a booth on the far side of the room, conveniently tucked away from anyone who might be attempting to eavesdrop. Not that many did, in a place like the White Slicer.
She was dressed in her usual style - sporting a pair of jeans and leather jacket, with a blaster tucked against her hip and a cigarra lazily hanging from her lips. The Morganian didn’t bother waiting for the assassin to arrive before she flagged down a waitress to order herself a drink, exhaling a cloud of smoke from her nostrils. She had idea who would be arriving, but given the circumstances, doubted they would take very long to arrive.
All the same, Gatalenta was a first.
In the aftermath of the assassination of its Senator, the normally-serene Core World remained in chaos. The tension and anxiety hung in the air, while security forces were out in full force in hopes of locating and arresting Basilisk. He was already wanted for the murders of a Chancellor and Admiral of Mon Cala, and no expenses were being spared in ensuring his capture. There was already rumor that additional forces from Coruscant and other Republic worlds would be pouring into Gatalenta to assist in the search.
The likes of which Aaisha wished to avoid, given her intentions of spiriting her anonymous contact to freedom.
While security forces were out in full force throughout the Government District, Aaisha settled into the White Slicer - a particularly seedy cantina, located in one of Gatalenta’s more impoverished districts. It was a step down from the high-class establishment she worked in part time, but it served the purposes of meeting with her contact-turned-cargo well enough. She was tucked within a booth on the far side of the room, conveniently tucked away from anyone who might be attempting to eavesdrop. Not that many did, in a place like the White Slicer.
She was dressed in her usual style - sporting a pair of jeans and leather jacket, with a blaster tucked against her hip and a cigarra lazily hanging from her lips. The Morganian didn’t bother waiting for the assassin to arrive before she flagged down a waitress to order herself a drink, exhaling a cloud of smoke from her nostrils. She had idea who would be arriving, but given the circumstances, doubted they would take very long to arrive.
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