Talo Geist
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SOCIAL THREAD. PVP, CAPTURE, THEFT AND OTHER SHENANIGANS DISABLED.
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THE NEON NEXU NIGHTCLUB----CORUSCANT
1900 HOURS GALACTIC STANDARD TIME
1900 HOURS GALACTIC STANDARD TIME
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Imperial Agent Talo Geist sat at a booth in the night club, it was a club that gave discounts and generally catered to members of the Empire. Making it a prime spot for Imperials to relax after a mission, relax before a mission, relax in general, or just make new contacts. Talo was a regular here and spent a lot of time in this very booth, and tonight he was sipping his usual brandy and watching the crowd.
Being an alien in Imperial Republica was a hard life sometimes, most humans had no interest in interacting with you, and most xenos wanted to avoid seeming cliquey by hamgimg out with other aliens. Talo did not really care all that much about species, at least not any farther than the fact that he had to be careful when speaking to humans due to the xenophobic society he lived in.
Tomight Talo was on the hunt for missions, he had nothing going on and hoped to find one of the patrons relaxing before a job so that he could maybe get in on it. This was a spot where people often looked for contacts and help on missions, he himself had recruited people to help in tasks he had done in the past.
He briefly flipped through his datapad looking for open mission postings but found nothing, leaving him to just sip his brandy and wait for someone to either approach him or seem approachable.
At the very least he hoped to find someone who could hold a decent conversation.
Being an alien in Imperial Republica was a hard life sometimes, most humans had no interest in interacting with you, and most xenos wanted to avoid seeming cliquey by hamgimg out with other aliens. Talo did not really care all that much about species, at least not any farther than the fact that he had to be careful when speaking to humans due to the xenophobic society he lived in.
Tomight Talo was on the hunt for missions, he had nothing going on and hoped to find one of the patrons relaxing before a job so that he could maybe get in on it. This was a spot where people often looked for contacts and help on missions, he himself had recruited people to help in tasks he had done in the past.
He briefly flipped through his datapad looking for open mission postings but found nothing, leaving him to just sip his brandy and wait for someone to either approach him or seem approachable.
At the very least he hoped to find someone who could hold a decent conversation.