Casinos more lucrative and numerous than Canto Bight, uncountable numbers of shops and services, gladiator arenas, docks big enough to handle Star Destroyers, and a vital trade and refuel point along the Perlemian Trade Route. A giant, floating pile of money, opportunity, and vice all condensed down into a structure of durasteel and glass, all owned in the modern day by a single old man. A man who could, literally, fill a swimming pool with gold.
Nakoa had business there and as had become the norm, he'd dragged an acolyte into it. One of the very rare Sith 'Purebloods'- honestly it sounded kind of offensive but whatever- who'd joined the Empire itself. The promise of lucrative payments probably helped, to be honest, but who didn't like piles of money? Money was useful.
For the moment the Wrean Champion was dressed in a white suit, resembling the son of a crimelord more than a Sith by far, with his long hair braided neatly back and a variety of jewelry. He was waiting for his partner the Cosmic Lounge, a long-standing upscale casino that'd existed for hundreds of years. In his hand he held a nice dirty martini he'd been sipping on while snacking on jumbo shrimp. So much jumbo shrimp, actually. He loved shrimp.
While a Sith Pureblood would draw some attention for their appearance in normal circumstances, two things worked in their favor. One: The Wheel was a massive melting pot of species from across the galaxy. Two: Barely anyone knew what the hell a Pureblood even looked like. So, hopefully everything would work out somehow or other.
And if not, Singh had backup plans.
@Xorism
