A Chit-chat

[Darth Ferus]

Tatooine. A beautiful planet, to those who like sand. Daichi found himself here for a very odd reason. He knew the place from his past self memories, but it wasn't like he was searching for what ever it was his Zabrak counterpart came here for.

No, he came here to talk to one specific fellow. It had been the rage. CIS burning it's own planet. That's not something to ignore. Or pass up. So Daichi sat at the bar, waiting calmly for his contact to show.

 

[Salem Norongachi]

If [member="Daichi"] had looked three seats further down he would have noticed a man dressed in a dark suit and shirt, raven hair slicked back and a whiskey in his hand. Salem Norongachi, Lord Commander of the CIS, had been here for an hour. He didn't mind waiting, not in a cantina at any rate, and the prospect of getting off Bothawui for awhile suited him to a tee. The workload had been heavy and only seemed to grow no matter how much he and his people chipped away at it.

The only unfortunate aspect of this clandestine meeting between two governments who were, for the most part, wary of one another was the location. Tatooine, the galactic sandbox, its suns scorched the skin, its sands got in unpleasant places and its inhabitants were quick to anger. The only reason he hadn't glassed the entire world from existence in his former time, after the fall of the Empire, was that he always felt it would be a waste of tibanna gas.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Daichi didn't seem to notice [member="Salem Norongachi"] at this point. No, here on Tatooine anything and anyone could show up without reason to be feared or attacked. That was the wonder of this planet, at least to the human. So he kept quiet, moving to the bar for a drink. Nothing too fancy, just some water. Which oddly earned a laugh from the bartender, but he kept quiet about the laugh. It made sense. He waited and listened, simply patient till his contact chose to speak. He wasn't about to pressure someone into making themselves known.

 

[Salem Norongachi]

A glance toward [member="Daichi"] was the only indication that Norongachi acknowledged his existence. The information he'd received had contained a picture of the man he was to meet and clearly this was he. A sigh escaped his lips, born from the warm trickle of whiskey that he had just swallowed and then he stood, moving down the row of bar stools only stopping briefly to say "You him? Good, follow me." before moving on toward a booth that he had managed to reserve with a handful of credits to the barstaff.

Salem took his seat, the cushions had formerly been a deep red but age and ill repair had faded and frayed their fabric. He placed his glass upon the table, let one leg cross over the other and reclined back.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Daichi would glance over [member="Salem Norongachi"] for only a moment. Then, he would tip his head to the bartender, moving to follow the man. He was silent on the short walk to the table, but once he sat down across from the Master he spoke, his voice oddly soothing.

"Ah, so it is you, master of the Obsidian. At least, I think that's your title. I assume you know who I am." Behind the thick sunglasses his blue eyes watched the man, interested, but not overly scanning. The Lord Commander wasn't someone hard to find information about. At least, public information.

"Shall we begin then?"

 

[Salem Norongachi]

Norongachi watched the man take his seat and then let his drink find his lips, the whiskey burned but it was a good burn, the kind that let you know you were alive. A hand extended in a 'After you', gesture. Of course he knew who this man was, he represented the interested of the New Order, one of the multitudes of factions out there. Although this one didn't have any plans, that his agents had been able to glean, to kick their collective heads in. Which was nice.

[member="Daichi"]