Tacitus had arrived first.
While he was not the main party of the meeting, he was acting on their behalf after being sent to the city-like planet with a few missions. From the missions, and taking stock of what he had seen on the lower levels, Tacitus could see that there was room for improvement. Rather than waiting for confirmation on exactly what Preef actually wanted, Tacitus had shown some initiative and he was going to be showing more.
Which was either going to work for him or it was going to get him shot to death by the fastest gunslinger in the Galaxy. Either way he was going to be remembered for awhile, either as another kill on Preef's blaster holster or as someone who was going places.
Sitting at the end of the table? Nope.
He made sure that there were no chairs right at either end of the table so that he and his allies would be sitting across from the people they were going to be meeting. Tacitus himself sat in the centre on one side, waiting for people to arrive. He had told his allies to arrive before their counterparts so he poured himself out a small measure of whiskey as he waited.
"Not be long now..."
Death or promotion.
@Faust Rex @The Captain @Rhogar