( @vestirkano )
Nar Shaddaa is a trash planet. It’s the truth! It’s made of trash, it’s covered in trash, and more trash builds upon it every day. If there was ever anything good at the center of this discarded moon it’s long since been destroyed by the Hutts, their greed, and the disreputable crowds that they attract. Cipher 4 hates it.
Muna’s never been before.
The drop point is at a bar on one of the middling levels. Not far enough down that the Exchange or any of the other crawling filth will pick a fight with you, but certainly far enough down to look suspicious. Far enough down to pick up the stench of illness underneath the expensive perfumes of the upper levels.
With that in mind, Muna sits at the bar and tucks her clothes around her, looking conspicuously out of place. Everything about her is designed to look wrong in this environment-- too soft, too well-tailored, too anxious. She refuses a drink at the bar, and clutches her datapad to her chest, visibly waiting for someone.
If anyone is watching Senator Morvis’s trusted assistant, they’ll have a very good idea what’s happening by now.
