<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Jakira D’han</span></strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Sapphire's Shard, a nightclub on the outer edge of Tur, on the planet of Odund<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Pantoriana Lelajan Kestrel<br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7a/Jakira_post.jpg)</div>The Sapphire's Shard was far from the most sad-looking dive Jakira had ever been stuck waiting for a contact, not that the Tur-based nightclub was much to look at. To a certain extent, this kind of club existed on countless worlds, especially outside of the core worlds. Neon lights couldn’t quite hide the shabbiness that was likely very apparent when the place was closed. The clientele was a mix of races, ages and backgrounds, though all of them the wrong side of respectable. Some obviously involved in the mining business themselves. Others in the lucrative secondary economy that consisted of separating the miners from their credits. Booming music drowned out all conversation apart from what could be heard within an arms’ length, which also made it a welcome place to discuss things one might not want overheard. It was a long way from some of the upscale places she had gone to when she actually sought to unwind, on Zeltros, Coruscant, … Those times now felt like they had happened eons ago. A small cluster of tiny podiums had been scattered throughout the place, each of them containing a scantily clad, gyrating dancer. Some of them Twi’lek, a lone Zabrak and at least one human, as far as Jakira could tell.<br/><br/>In her current surroundings, Jakira was left nursing one of the most foul-tasting concoctions she had ever tasted, which the Weequay bartender had insisted was a local specialty called Branxu. Perhaps the fact that the location in question was a desolate rock that wouldn’t have attracted any sentient species were it not for its rich mineral reserves should have worked as a clue as to what kind of drink to expect. Thankfully, the locals weren’t stuck to only local fare to help unwind. Jakira was surprised to see a few patrons clearly tripping on Dreamsugar, the Hallucinogen which had taken the core worlds and inner rim by storm and now had spread throughout most of the galaxy. Jakira had tried it once or twice, but she didn’t like how it made her space out entirely for hours at a time, not a very good state of mind to be in when you were on the run from the Empire.<br/><br/>Jakira was there because some unknown party had need for a skilled and experienced splicer. She needed the credits, her reserves badly depleted having been living on the run for around a year now. She didn’t know what her contact looked like, her Chagrian fixer telling her merely that her ‘date’ would recognize her because she was sure to be the only Zeltron inside of the Shard. That had proven to be true. It also meant that each person who gave her the once over made her wonder if he or she might be who she was there to meet. Which, as a lone Zeltron in a backwater world dive, meant she had to swivel her head around almost every minute. And that was after she had found a more quiet place in a booth near the back of the main floor. She was thankful for the lack of Imperial presence inside of the Shard, at least outwardly so. She had left the Itchy Nexu some kilometers outside of Tur and had walked into the city. She wasn’t sure how well known her vessel was to Imperial trackers but she wasn’t about to risk it.<br/><br/>When she had downed the last dregs of her Branxu, a new arrival attracted her attention. She couldn’t quite say what exactly it was that made the woman stand out from the crowd, perhaps it was the way she moved or how other patrons seemed to clear a path for her almost as if on instinct. Certainly it was enough for Jakira to have the newcomer locked into her sights even before she started to move noticeably in her direction, though not yet making any overt glances towards her booth. Once the stranger started to make something of a beeline for where she was sitting, Jakira guessed that her wait might be over. She slipped her console out of her pocket though kept it hidden underneath the table, ready to transmit the security code that the fixer had provided them both with. If their codes matched, they each would know they had found the right person. Her eyes remained fixed onto the woman as she closed the final few meters to reach her booth.<br/>