Zoran entered the loud and busy nightclub known as The Rift, on the planet of Alsakan. It was a popular spot, mostly frequented by the "higher class" of the planet's underworld. Some came to party, others came for business, Zoran was here for another reason, to rid the planet of a rather influential mobster. He was a human by the name of Rafik, there was not much else known about the target. Zoran was slightly frustrated by the lack of information, it just meant that he would have to put in a little bit more effort for the job tonight. He had begrudgingly accepted the mission, although he'd had a fake smile on his face when he did it. Anything to please the Order... He had thought at the time. In reality, this would be a good opportunity for the ambitious Sith to begin his own personal infiltration of the planet's political ecosystem, albeit starting at the bottom.
Zoran was dressed well for this mission, he wore black pants with matching shoes. On his torso, he was wearing a thin, white shirt which was unbutton at the top, slightly revealing some of his muscular chest. He had a stylish black leather jacket, which he left open. Underneath the jacket was his hidden lightsaber. If all went well, he hoped that he would not have to use it tonight.
As he looked around the venue, the tall man was thankful to see that most patrons were far too preoccupied to pay any attention to him. It meant that blending in would be less strenuous, which was a blessing in this kind of work. Deciding that he would need to take his time with the process, the black haired man made his way over to the bar, which was surprisingly free, allowing him to sit at a bench with a free spot on either side of it. The bartender, a service droid, made its way over to him before asking for his order. "Something mild, I don't plan on getting too drunk if that's ok." He said politely, although it was clear that his tone would make no difference to the autonomous machine, it simply nodded and began pouring his drink.
As it did so, Zoran began looking around the nightclub, scanning for any shady activity. He would have been better off trying to find a specific rock in space, there was shady activity going on everywhere around him. Narcotics were being passed around, guys were being sleazy and intimidating bodyguards were occasionally barring people from making their way upstairs. Wait a minute, is that a VIP section? If I were some mafia bigshot, I know where I would spend my time here... He thought to himself, it looked like he knew where to look. Now he just needed to find a way in without attracting any unwanted attention. Before he could continue concocting his plan, the service droid returned with his drink, dragging his attention away from upstairs.
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