The streets of Taris bustled with various alien species, humans, and droids going about their daily business. Merchants called out to the passing civilians, offering exotic merchandise for rather overblown prices. People stood around in groups, gossiping about various affairs and the war. Swoop Gang member hung around outside shady looking clubs and bars, whooping and cheering at some drinking game that was going on. Of in the distance, the wreckage of older towers and skyscrapers from the planets past showed what this planet once was, a stark comparison to how things were now. The informant had requested that the republic contact meet him in one of the bars located in the lower levels of Taris. The bar was packed with less agreeable individuals, mostly swoop gangs and smugglers. Most of the guys there were crowded around the dancing girl’s stage, tossing credits and shouting dirty offers for a night filled with “fun”.
Sitting towards the back of the bar was someone who looked completely out of place. He wore a complete set of green and silver power armor, his polarized silver visor reflecting the faces of the various drunk patrons. The figure tracked the Republic contact as she made her way over to his table. He smirked once she reached him, giving her a look over. “They sent a Jedi padawan to come collect me? Wow, the war must be going horrible for you guys.” Element chuckled, offering her a seat.