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[Omari Ngao]

Eriadu City.

Think we burned some of this city to the ground before, huh.

These days the First Order had gotten a little closer to the planet, but they weren't right on top of the planet. Not yet. Soon, he imagined there would be First Order banners flying from the roofs of the buildings that he had seen outside.

For now though it remained as it was.

Quiet, for the most part, peaceful.

But Omari wasn't out here for vacation. No, he was... Working. Odd to think of not being in armour and consider himself working. He was still unused to it, but here he was, being proactive. Suppose what the Director said was true. Troopers were pretty much designed to be reactive.

But he was quickly learning that to live as an agent, you had to anticipate, to be unpredictable. So that's what he elected to do.

The busy hours for the club was just starting to pick up. People were filling in and the former Sergeant was among them. The sounds of the club would drown out conversation. To him, although not too familiar with the sort of patrons that filled in seedy clubs, it made some sense. So...

Where is that pilot?

[member="Eliza Steele"]

 

[Eliza Steele]

Eriadu City, Eriadu, Seswenna Sector, Outer Rim​

Club Rouge, District Seven​

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Eriadu had never been one of Eliza Steele's favorite worlds to stop over at, but it was a major port in that it was at the intersection of the Hydian Way and Rimma Trade Route. It also was an access point to the Lipsec Run, Nothoiin Corridor, and Yankirk Route. For a smuggler, knowing your way through and around all the main hyperlanes was important, and that the Corellian Rose did.

The petite smuggler had received a message from a potential client. She suggested they meet up at a club in the entertainment district of Eriadu City. It wasn't too far from the spaceport where the Corellian Dawn was berthed.

Leaving her Wookiee co-pilot there with the ship, Eliza set out for Club Rouge. She liked this particular bar as it was generally full of spacers of all types, not just the locals. Being that Eriadu was once an Imperial stronghold before the Galactic Alliance kicked them out, there was quite of a bit of xenophobia still. One reason why Rahl preferred to stay aboard the heavily modified YT-1930 light freighter when they were in port. The freighter captain liked having the big walking carpet as back up in case something went wrong, but she was very capable of taking care of herself if need be. Her father had seen to that; Remy Steele making sure his daughter was properly prepared for taking over the family smuggling business from an early age.

Walking into the club, the noise of chatter and music greeted the dark-haired Corellisi who was dressed in her usual spacer attire. The ship captain wore a browncoat over the outfit wth her trusted DL-44 heavy blaster pistol slung low off her shapely right hip strapped to her tone thigh. Between the dimness in general and the neon lights flashing where the dancers were not to mention the smoke from cigs and cigars, it took a second or two for Eliza's chocolate drop eyes to adjust, then she swaggered up to the bar to order a drink.

"I'll have a Twistler please," Steele nodded to the bartender surely, then peered around the room casually while waiting for the fruity alcoholic drink favored by Corellians to be served.

Now where is that client...

[member="Omari Vyken"]

 

[Omari Ngao]

Omari was scanning the club. As more and more people entered, he was beginning to enjoy the circumstances. He hadn't been in a club before. Some of the troopers used to venture into some, he knew that, but he never partook. In his mind he didn't see it as his scene as a trooper, but now... Now he wasn't a trooper. In a comparative sense, he was a free soul and could do whatever he want theoretically.

Spotting a woman, Omari noted the stripes on her clothing and circled the centre stage of the club, taking the long way around to her as she took to the bar. Again, he didn't know who his contact was, or what they looked like beyond basic information as to clothing. So he supposed he'd have to do a little bit of... Chatting up.

Oh look. My favourite subject in Intelligence Class, he thought to himself sarcastically, and then he was sliding in beside her, taking up a position a little more than a metre away from the obvious Corellian.

Putting on the front of an innocent kid, he looked up at the selection behind the bar. It wasn't too far off of a front. His entire life he had been closed off as a trooper, a soldier. This club life? It literally was his first time in this kind of situation. So he didn't have to try that hard to look convincing because it was the truth.

"Hey," he said to the Corellian. "What do you suggest?" Nodding his head in the direction of the drinks.

[member="Eliza Steele"]

 

[Eliza Steele]

Eliza had just taken a sip of the fruity alcoholic drink placed in front of her at the bar when a young man took up the spot next to her. The petite smuggler's dark head turned after swallowing and a pair of chocolate drop orbs looked the tall, dark and handsome up and up as he towered over her nearly a foot.

What the diminutive woman lacked in vertical stature, she more than made up for in fiery spirt as her eight foot tall smuggling partner could attest to. Remember the famous saying, 'let the Wookiee win'? Well 'let the Corellisi win' could be said with the same intentions here. Captain Steele was a spitfire for sure, and one didn't want to cross her and think they'd live to tell the story very often if at all.

"Hi," the brunette answered easy enough to [member="Omari Vyken"].

Eliza thought it a bit strange that such a young man in a club full of young, beautiful women would be chatting her up, not that she was that old by any means, but definitely older than him by a few. The stranger was either desperate or had some sort of business on his agenda. Could he be the supposed client she was to meet here? Gods how Steele hated blind business hook ups! Meant the smuggler couldn't vet the prospective properly. And with the galaxy is such chaos, it made it even more so important to do if one could.

"Hmm... Well now that depends. Are you just wanting to wet your whistle or drown your sorrows? Any thing Corellian is good in my opinion. An ale or whiskey you can't really go too wrong with, but definitely stay away from the house lum. Never know where they got the water to make it," Eliza said with a knowing subtle wink, then she brought the glass with the Twistler in it back to her lips for another sip.

 

[Omari Ngao]

Omari didn't see anything wrong with their situation in the department of ages. It wasn't like she was unattractive, so it had to be believable that he'd approach her, at least in his mind. Maybe the dimmer lighting of the club made her seem younger than she actually was. Skipping out on that, Omari lets out a soft humming sound, thoughtful, as he listens to her speak.

"Anything Corellian you said, yeah?" His brown eyes lowering to glaze over the red stripes in her clothing. Funny. Red in First Order culture implied diplomatic leanings, the Grand Moff's own flagship a testament to that with its red paint tint tracing its outer edges. Not that he had ever seen it in person, but he had seen it on the HoloNet.

Tracing his gaze back up to her face, he had a curious look resting on his features and then he waved over the bartender. "Let's try a whiskey," he says before procuring a handful of credits to pass over before he looked back to her. "You come to this place often? You seem familiar with the drinks." Glancing over to the bartender to see him working his drink, he looks back to the Corellian as he waited for an answer.

[member="Eliza Steele"]