To put it bluntly, Alderaan has seen better days, and this district has seen far far better.<br/><br/>Enlistment in the Planetary Defense Fleet and the Republic Volunteer Corps is at a peak right now, and the streets are empty save for so many terse people who seem to have little time for each other.<br/><br/>That, of course, means they have little time to scrutinize Laeli heading for a district she hasn’t been to before.<br/><br/>She passes a storefront where people are chattering about the end of life as they know it.  A Zabrak female calls the Twi’lek male insane for suggesting that all droids need to be scrapped before they lead a droid rebellion.  His human friend suggests they should scrap about half of them for metals for the war effort, but the Zabrak’s rebuttal is lost as she steps away.<br/><br/>She has an appointment to keep, after all, and one of grand importance.<br/><br/>The note left for her simply read: come and press the doorbell, and gave the address of an apartment.  Dark Horse Estates, House 10.<br/><br/>It was still ‘under construction’ according to the holo-sign, but the Dark Horse Estates had been finished weeks ago, and furnished just before a certain Twi’lek had been delivered last week.  She would notice the holorecorders whirring and watching her as she stepped onto the grounds.  A project like this was a relic of older times when space (vertical and horizontal) hadn’t been a luxury and so many people lived in houses and manors.  These meager, but well decorated, houses are a hope to appeal to ‘faux rich’ renters who wanted to live almost like they were nobles.<br/><br/>Of course, deserted townhouses are convenient meeting places.<br/><br/>For Nyranue, the walls of the unit she is in are starting to close in.  The nice man (her handler, though he blushed at her use of that word) had been so attentive, but like far too many souls he had been worn out and begged off of her.<br/><br/>It had been more than a day since she had had a physical presence to share her bed.  The bed is very cozy, of course, and the furnishings are all fine, though they certainly aren't enough for the elite of the world.  The warm reds of the carpeting and furniture and the hot orange of the painted walls seem like a poorly chosen blend, but there's no accounting for taste.<br/><br/>There would come a simple message across the holoscreen for her.<br/><br/>Open the door and let her in.<br/><br/>Around that time, Laeli would arrive at the door and probably be pressing the button.