Normally, Mahd Ghadaan was one of the last places a government special agent like Yuriko would visit. At least not without the protection of her state of the art armor and weaponry, and squad of troopers at her back as she lead an assault to capture some crime lord or execute a ringleader of pirates. But despite all that, as Yuriko stepped off of her transport onto the station proper, it wasn't violence or conflict she sought. She was here for personal reasons, not to enforce the law. And hopefully, nobody on the station would even have any idea who she was, and her trip would proceed without incident.<br/><br/>The young woman was dressed casually. Her medium length, light purple hair came down just to her shoulders, deep violet eyes glancing around her surroundings. She wore a black tanktop and matching jacket, the shirt showing off a generous view of her cleavage, and just a bare slit of her belly button between her shirt and blue pants. A pair of black thigh high boots completed the ensemble. She had a six inch knife tucked into her left boot, but Yuriko didn't intend to use it. She wasn't here to fight. And if things did turn south, she always had her telepethy. It was rare that Yuriko ever got into a scuffle with someone trained in combating a telepath.<br/><br/>Yuriko would make her way towards the Mundina Nade, briefly taken aback contrast between the drab exterior and the more colorful interior, before making her way over to the bar to take a seat. She carried herself with confidence, every step purposeful and deliberate. Even the sight of scantily clad girls, the context making it clear this was as much a brothel as a bar, didn't seem to shake her. Now, all she needed was someone who could help her find what she was after...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>