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MOS EISLEY, TATOOINE, LOCAL TIME: 2234
Tatooine belonged to neither the Sith Empire nor the Five Syndicates, which made this endeavor of theirs even more bold. Finding a spot to discuss business was a hard bargain in most cantinas, for the presence of unsavory scum who would be listening to every little word you said. And as an Imperial operative, Roman needed to ensure that this was strictly for personal gain and could not afford to have the Empire's reputation tarnished in any manner. To ensure as such, he had gone through several precautions including having only select intelligence officers set up this meeting for him.
And so, as nightfall surrounded them; Roman's armored form stood on the rooftop of a cantina, arms folded across his chest as eyes peered from behind the depths of his durasteel helmet. Scanning the city scape around him, he thought for a few seconds in silence until the Scoundrel he had arranged this meeting finally arrived. Turning slowly to face Hoss, Roman nodded briefly as his voice came out mechanized from under his scrambler.
"Thank you for taking this meeting. I was not fully sure whether an operative from the Five Syndicates would agree to meet a Sith, in New Republic Space..." He smirked, before continuing. "But here you are..."
@Scoobert