<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/12/Redheadfantasybraid.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Savaelli</span></strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Nova Nebula Cantina, Mos Ke Yhra Spaceport, ~150km from the Taltos homestead, Emant<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Ailet Styrcharn,<strong>Open</strong><br/><hr/>When any given young woman of means came to Mos Ke Yhra, it was either to procure cargo from one of the small shippers that came dirtside or to visit one of the specialist workshops that produced high quality droids, or the iridescent jewelry and tough leather items that came from the local insectoid life, the megarachs, or fine garments from the Emanti silktree fibres.<br/><br/>Savaelli Taltos was decidedly<em>not</em>any given young woman of means. She had her jewelry, her fine clothes, but she came to Mos Ke Yhra often enough she was recognized, one of a clique of young sentients that had a reputation for playing a bit hard after the chores were done.  Her family was respected on both sides of the landing field anyway; the old-money homesteaders looked down on the poorer Taltos as a lesser, but charmingly honest and forthright, house and excused their daughter's indiscretions as the folly of youth. By contrast, the laborers and ... underbelly of Emant found that the Taltos were honest, well paying, and well-capable of keeping secrets.<br/><br/>When she was seen walking out of the jungle humidity into the cool, conditioned Nova Nebula - a cantina more dimly lit that the sign out front might suggest - looking pensive, nobody might have thought it out of the ordinary. She'd done much the same any number of times in the past when she'd wanted to be away from a disagreement with her parents or siblings, and come here seeking distraction - sometimes conversational, other times athletic.<br/><br/>This wasn't the sort of place that had dancers on the table (except for that one time - okay the<em>few</em>times Savaelli and her friends allowed inebriation and enthusiasm to overcome what restraint they had), so she was well used to attracting the eyes of those who looked her way - even as distracted as she was, she could feel eyes on her as her nipples pebbled in reaction to the cold air.<br/><br/>She liked the attention, liked being admired, enjoyed being desired, and maybe that was<em>also</em>contributing to her hardening nipples, but on this particular day her mind was on other things - and it was a feeling that was shared by the whole bar.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Months ago...</div><div class="spoiler_body">... the Empire had come and taken Emant, the fruitbasket of the system and a profitable part of the Ord Mantell tradeway. The occupation had been ... gentle enough, but had come with taxes, bureaucracy, recruitment.  The fringe spirit of Emant had been intruded on, and new military speeder and TIE patrols had choked the ... informal trade markets that had once given ports like Mos Ke Yhra and Mos Ke Vya life.<br/><br/>Ever since, the Nebula Nova had been quieter, less lively. The band, Kev Sybo Renaissance, didn't seem to have the same vigor, and more and more often the music played was prerecorded.</div></div><br/>Savaelli made her way to the bar and collected her drink - a local fruity cocktail that the tender - an old Bothan whose fur was starting to silver, who'd only ever given the name Threst - knew to pour for her on sight, and she made her way to one of the side booths. The sashay the local clientelle had come to know and love was still in her step, her hips swaying as she made her way to an empty booth.<br/><br/>This was her favorite table and had been for years - no clear line of sight to the front door meant that she could avoid curious eyes as they entered, whether they were worried parents, jilted connections or overly curious Imperial troopers - meanwhile, a clean route out the back meant she could avoid the same if she felt it necessary.  She didn't need Imperial entanglements, at least not other than the visitor she hoped to see again.<br/><br/>There was a Dressellian she was hoping to meet who had ... discretely provided her parents, and later Savaelli herself, with certain information which had helped certain people escape certain attention - and possibly certain doom. He'd frequented this cantina a few times and she'd made discrete contact with him here before - and he might be able to help her with the sort of problem she had.<br/><br/>Life since the Empire had come was scary - but it was<em>exciting</em>too, as she had started her own little rebellion against Imperial tyranny!  She waited, outwardly self-possessed in the dark of the cantina, but inwardly her heart pounded and her blood pumped as she waited - and hoped - for her contact.<br/><br/>While she waited, she contemplated the message that had been delivered to her -<em>her,</em>not her home, and consisted of a strange message from a strange droid.  Was it a trap, or was it the message she was looking for?  She couldn't be sure, but maybe the Dressellian could help...