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[Zuri Ano]

[member="Ivory Stroud"]

The shuttle rumbled as it descended through the atmosphere. Coruscant a world that was like the light bulb of the galaxy with how bright it glowed. Yet it had suffered endless wars, always rebuilding. It had been nearly three months since she had slept last. By rights she was an addict to Lesai and slowly it was depleting what emotions she held. All she had left was lust for the little thrill of the chase. She wondered every day how much longer would that last? and yet she felt the urges to place more against her skin that was being covering up by a choker. It's purple stain wasn't one that could be missed. The whole reason she became an addict was because of her job. The need to do more to be better — to be the best. The use of it was always something she questioned.

The zeltron was so lost in thought that the shuttle was just about to come into dock with the space port on one of the lower levels. Zuri stood up pulling off a black duffel bag from off the over head rack. Others was doing the same and then it became a slow crawl to the exit. She followed the groups of people through security, although her badge she kept on her side allowed her to sail through with ease. entering the main hub she was not shocked with how full it was inside, It was just teeming with life of every kind of species one could imagine. Even some she herself couldn't name. There was a specific spot she had to wait in so that this person to meet her could find her. Zuri slumped against the wall with the bag between her feet waiting. There was no telling what was in store. Just that one of her associates on the criminal side was the one to set this meeting up.

 

[The Midnight Man]

The teeming mass of bodies, ever-shifting, fluid like water, would undoubtedly overwhelm those with a less-reserved eye. The Starport was, like most places in Coruscant, a melting pot - representatives of thousands of species throughout the Galaxy came & went from the great city planet; some on business, and others on pleasure. To many, the congregation would be unreadable... faces blending together, falling in upon one-another, easily forgotten. But to those with an eye for detail, reading the horde was as easy as breathing. Whether out of necessity, selfish personal gain, curiousity, or instinct, those with the skill could discern all manner of details simply by watching.​

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The black-haired man would have easily gone overlooked - he'd made her when she entered the hub, scanning for the telltale color of Zeltron skin. Her hair, and a choker... and she had all three of these things. The casual onlooker found a seat at a small coffee stand, buying a cafe and watching the world flow by. He was dressed like any human male might: a fashionable, yet casual air of a Corporate CEO, Attorney At Law, Bodyguard, Doctor, or other professional.​

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Vincent waited for 10 minutes, once he'd confirmed the face had arrived. Then, he began to walk... fading into the crowd, which accepted him graciously. His command over the whirlwind enabled him to blend in, and he crossed the spaceport hub, at all times knowing he could very well be watched, himself. While The Family held some power on the planet, they by-no-means were friendly to Law Enforcement... In The Family, it was policy to better remain "silent partners". That meant he had to be cautious.​

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"Better careful & slow, than fast & dead." ​

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Jorus Keter approached the Zeltron woman when he was sure she was alone.​

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He'd been watching long enough to be certain she was alone... and approached her long before she actually noticed him. He'd finally chosen a moment, nearly 30 minutes in to her wait, to finally stand from the inconspicuous seat he'd taken & pass close enough to her, as-if he were a man on business. He was wearing a pair of glasses, which gave him a rather bookish air. In his right hand, he held a suitcase. His hair and beard were black, and his eyes a deep & earthy green. He was handsome, in an everyday way - not quite memorable. Easy to forget. When he spoke, it would be in Zeltron: "Zikka, Shekua Killi Jeshu Sehfahelio? Tiye Kasn Fel Reile, Shishide..."​

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< "Excuse me, miss.. but could you help me? I'm afraid I've lost the time, and it's getting late..." >​

 

[Zuri Ano]

[member="Vincent Nyax"]

Minuets passed by each one feeling like five. Every second her patience wearing thinner as she began to become more and more agitated. Zuri was not familiar with the planet, not like Atrisa, she knew that world like the back of her own hands. It had been a while since feeling the sweet relief of lesai and now she was beginning to feel the months of exhaustion set in. This had happened before been unable to feed the addiction. She was out cold for days. Luckily that was at home. This however was a public place. 'Come on Zuri you can do it. Sure they will show up soon.' she said to herself in her head as a fist clenched. Where this Zeltron was from people show up on time although its normally more discreet and those who are late - lets just say they wish they hadn't.

A man, black hair and well dressed approached her. 'Maybe this is it?' she asked in her head just before he spoke utter jibberish. Well no she knew what language he was speaking as many have tried to communicate with her using Zeltron. She didn't understand it nor did she care for the language. "Look gonna give you two choices. Speak basic or kark off. I am waiting for someone here and I don't want some commoner messing up my business." Her skin darkened to a dark pink close to red. She could feel a nail dig into the palm of her hand because the woman was clenching it so hard.

 

[The Midnight Man]

Jorus Keter smiled - a genuine expression, even managing to reach his eyes (though he didn't truly feel amusement). While he might have made a mistake, it had served to confirm his suspicions - this woman must have been whom he'd been waiting for. Her attitude left much to be desired... but it wasn't his place to call attention to it.

While the assassin might have taken offense, Jorus Keter did not.

"I am very sorry." He said in Basic, holding his briefcase in-front of his legs - almost like a barrier. With his right hand, he adjusted his glasses. "My name is Mr. Keter... I've been sent to collect you. Ms... Ano, correct?" He asked.

While the assassin might have taken offense, Jorus Keter did not

 

[Zuri Ano]

[member="Vincent Nyax"]

Her hand relaxed once the person not only spoke basic but identified that he was her contact. Although that did not change that she was still annoyed by having to wait so long. The flight was long and now the Lesai was wearing off she could feel the drowsiness kick in. "Bout time. Yeah I'm Zuri Ano in the karking flesh." It was clear in her tone of voice she was thoroughly annoyed. "I know full well that if you was sent to collect me you was given a time when my shuttle landed Mr. Keter. Meaning you are late. I don't do late you hear me." Her skin was still darker than the nice pale pink it was when she was calm.

She bent down to pick her bag up a small drop of red fell from her finger nail where it had dug in to deep. "Well Mr. Keter, what you waiting for, lets go already." The sooner she was somewhere more secluded she could apply more of the lesai under the thick black choker.