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Coruscant
Coruscant. It was a rather stuffy and dirty world in Morbus's opinion, he had spent most of his early life in the gardens of the wealthy on Chandrila. However, he could not deny the appeal of this planet to traders, smugglers, and other more... Unsavory types. His line of work often led him to meetings of this very sort, held in establishments too nice to be called cantinas or bars, yet not enough to be considered private or exclusive. Absolutely perfect for the type of conversation he was expecting to have with a young Zabrak named David Blue.
The 'lounge' of sorts was already fairly crowded, crowded enough that they wouldn't need to worry about being overheard. Not that many in the place were strangers to illicit business. Morbus had come to the meeting dressed in his usual gear, complete with mask. There was no reason his seller had to know his identity, so long as he was given his credits.
He had never purchased from this contact, so whether he would leave with a cargo of test subjects or not wasn't set in stone. Morbus hoped that he proved to be reliable, lest he need to organize another 'business' meeting of sorts.
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