All in all, Omega wasn’t much different from any other Syndicate world that Aaisha had known - and its thriving underworld made it prime real estate for the Morganian to settle and pick up contracts after high-tailing it from Irith. She had even managed to pick up work as a bartender at Afterlife, and her connections with Astria and their growing operation had begun to open a whole new level of opportunities for her.
Of course, it wasn’t the establishment of her new employer where Aaisha had decided to rendezvous with her contact. Instead, the Morganian had opted to select one of the seedier cantina’s on the station - preferring to keep this specific job separate from the others. It was a job that came with an undeniable - almost daunting - amount of risk, but the potential payoff in the end made all those risks seem trivial in comparison. And, if her partner’s reputation preceded him, then she was actually confident-ish that they could pull it off.
Having arrived before her contact, Aaisha opted to snag herself a drink from the bar before finding a booth to wait at. The Morganian had arrived at the seedy cantina dressed decently casual - wearing a low-cut blouse and form-fitting jeans, alongside a leather jacket pulled over the top. Her hair was styled loosely and parted to the left - while the right side of her scalp was closely shaved. As per usual, she had a DE-10 pistol strapped to her hip - almost never arriving anywhere unarmed.
The Morganian allowed her golden eyes to casually drift across the room - her foot tapping and fingers drumming to the music that bumped in the cantina. She idly brought the glass to her lips to take a long drink, patiently waiting for the other half of this operation to arrive.
@Sreeya