The Secretive Encounter

[Arekk]

CORUSCANT​

The Core Worlds​

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An encoded message was received by the Ebon Hawk and transmitted to Ar'ekk Daesharacor, indicating him to rendezvous with a an undisclosed individual in a local cantina of Coruscant. No more information was provided besides the coordinates and the time of the reunion. It wasn't the first time that the half masked man was instructed to meet with unknown individuals in certain planets for an non-specified reunion of some sorts, mostly shady requests and the odd job.

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Shortly after coming out of hyperspace, Coruscant's principal spacestation welcomed the freighter through their communications channel.

"You're cleared to land in docking bay 9788."

The freighter was allowed to land shortly after identifying itself and the carried cargo, cleared off by the strict security measures. They were escorted by two Coruscanti assault starfighters until they reached the assigned docking area.

During the young Jedi's absence, a new astromech would take over the duties of mantaining the Ebon Hawk safe and avoid any unwelcomed visitors. This wasn't the first time that Ar'ekk had touched ground on his homeworld so he knows the intricates of how to deal with the local scum.

And as such, the walk to meet this mysterious contact had begun.

[member="Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

@Ar'ekk

Charr was less accustomed to the world she now stood on, and even more so in the lower depths of it where she quickly got turned around in. A voice in the back of her head was helping with directions, but as each one left her in some alley that ended in a dead end... well her faith in that voice was beginning to vanish. She had intended to meet with someone about dealing with some less than savory people, but getting to her meeting place was proving to be a tad had as it was. She sighed and looked around, finding herself in the most recent dead end. She would make sure to have a good talk with the voice still pestering her later, for now she simply ignored it and rubbed her head, looking for some place she can sit down and relax.

Thankfully, the voice soon switched directions and got her to a cantina instantly, another issue she had with the gem inside her pocket. While her former father was an aid in amplifying the powers he had given to her, his constant... suggestions and influences were a tad annoying. Though she knew it was not voluntary what his mind leaked over into hers sometimes, especially when urges and thoughts about his past came over the crystal. Or memories of his past life.

Thankfully he was silent now, and there was a place where she could relax infront of her. With those two thoughts in mind her feet carried her through the doorway and into the den.

It wasn't a bad place, for an underworld cantina. It was lively and there were plenty of booths away from the more unsavory individuals, and no one seemed to really be intruding on the business of the other patrons. All the same she found her hands pulling the robe and hood tight around her, hiding as much of her face and body as possible. The last thing she needed was someone recognizing her or starting something, not even because of who she is but rather the fact her saber might cause a scene.

So she pushed into a booth, hiding under the dark clothing and leaning back in the seat, letting the stress roll away for now.