Private It's A Cantina

[Vayla Mirana]

Spoiler: Music IC

On the planet Carida, this cantina was no establishment for any rowdy bunch. At least not yet. It often did not matter what kind of crowd a cantina catered to, however, for things could shift like the wind any moment, if not a hurricane. Whether poor or rich, this present setting was ordinary enough anyway, as calm as an ocean, and so was its music.

It’s a cantina whose name was The Rendezvous cafe. Aptly named, one patron thought as she sat alone by a window sipping coffee in a casual outfit. A place where people came to meet and greet, chat and drink, or do what she was doing and simply stargaze. Then again, the landscape beneath the sky offered a mountainous view too.

Keeping herself to herself, her electric blue gaze crawling all over the outside world, a man and a woman sat down at an adjacent table in her peripheral vision. She listened to cups clink on her other side as a server cleaned another table. So far, solace was all she sought, what she found, and she didn’t plan on there being a disturbance anyhow. Then again, such was the weather, such was the galaxy. I don't control the wind. I only study it.

Things could just suddenly happen, for better or worse, and not even a Jedi Knight could stop a storm with the Force. Whatever happened between this moment and the next, though, she was content to simply sip her coffee, lost in thought. Vayla would let the wind blow outside the window as much as within this cantina.

Zalia Vexhammer

 

[Zalia Vexhammer]

Presiding over several operations revolving around security- internal or external -had more travelling, waiting and watching associated with it, the physical well-being of the body seemingly moot. Every day was spent waiting, an insanity inducing, mind-numbing boredom for every place was rendered into a simple mathematic formula of demographics, intent, and possible threat. "No discernable threat identified." Was a sentence she had grown familiar with writing, reading and saying in this grand game of stalking and tracking.

So the realization that there was a Jedi associated with the New Jedi Order, who just so happened to be in the same cantina while also seemingly alone was a delightful opportunity for a change of pace. Why not engage in some independent information gathering? It wasn't like any target Zalia was tracking posed any threat as of now.

Tap tap. Zalia was suddenly standing right next to the table, a cold emotionless stare right at her newfound fascination. Those taps were the closest thing to a sound she made, the claws of her feet impacting the ground. She'd put her hands in the pockets of that lavish and expensive trenchcoat she wore. Ears completely focused forward, eyes unmoving and barely blinking, the rest of the cantina seemingly faded off, nothing but a blur of colors and faint noise for the Amaran.

Her voice was lowly, quiet, as if keeping a secret. "You're a Jedi." Before the pitch and volume shifted, moving to a more normal albeit still as blunt- if not outright authoritative -tone "I'm familiar with who you are, last name is Mirana, correct? I have important questions regarding your current occupation and organization related matters. Galactic events as well."

Vayla Mirana

 

[Vayla Mirana]

“You’re a Jedi.” It wasn’t a statement that Vayla had expected to hear from another patron at the moment. It would have been even more awkward if it had come from a server because who on earth could work here knowing about her identity? Evidently she had no items amid her outfit to give it away; lightsaber not clipped to her hip but hidden within her jacket. So the acknowledgement of her profession, spoken low though it was, definitely made Vayla hesitate at first.

Then again, this person’s next words did serve to make her less tense. This Amaran in her presence didn’t seem to be an enemy. Neither did she appear to be Force-sensitive. So she recognized the Pantoran for a Jedi based on her face? Nevertheless, Vay just sat as relaxed as ever, sipping her coffee, gaze trained on her visitor, giving nothing away on her face. She did give two blue eyes, electric hues, given they were prosthetics and she had no mind to hide it.

“Questions?” Vayla neither confirmed nor denied who or what she was though she maintained their shared low tone. Amid music and other patrons presently engaged with their own conversations it was unlikely anybody would be listening in anyway. “Maybe answer mine first.” While Knight Mirana was certainly no one of fame within or without her Order or in this galaxy, especially as a Shadow, unfortunately she could not return the gesture for this other person. “Who are you?”

Zalia Vexhammer

 

[Zalia Vexhammer]

"Valid question, your security matters much."

She took a single step forward closer to the table. "Zalia Vexhammer, though you can call me Vex if you'd like. My occupation involves working for a very important bureau in the Galactic Alliance, though I'm not too preoccupied with work as of right now..." Zalia then looked side to side, as if on lookout for any curious passerby before looking back at Vayla "...and you don't seem to be either. Tell me, may I take a seat here, across from you?"

Zalia took a step over towards the other side of the table, her clawed, furred hand suddenly grabbing the chair. It seemed less like a question and more like a blunt statement on what she was going to do. "I do have many questions to ask."

Vayla Mirana

 

[Vayla Mirana]

Vayla certainly liked to think that her security mattered very much no matter where she was, and was no less relieved that this curious stranger seemed to agree. The Amaran’s step forward closer toward the Pantoran was not returned with caution from her gaze. Rather, Zalia Vexhammer’s words over her occupation within the Galactic Alliance (likely a security bureau in its own right) offered as much wonder as reassurance.

At least, if she was up to something, then the Jedi currently detected no lies in her eyes or speech. She moves like a spy. Looking around as she did, not so obvious, incognito enough, subtly searching for those who might drop eaves. Spies could operate on the wrong or the right side though. Let’s see what she might be hiding.

“Please,” Vayla gestured toward the seat, sipping her coffee casually, and honestly. She had no reason to appear suspicious if yet be suspicious of this person and, worst came to worst, she didn’t want to give away their conversation to any other prying eyes. However, theorizing would get the Jedi Knight nowhere.

“Vayla Mirana, in the flesh.” If with ocular prosthetics that were intended to not be hidden. Vayla had her own questions, such as what was this security bureau presently unnamed, but decided to maintain her curiosities and entertain her guest for the moment. “Ask away. I can’t promise I will answer any of them to your satisfaction but will do so truthfully.” Interview or not, Zalia had Vayla's attention.

Zalia Vexhammer