Now the beauty of Belasco is...

[Luy]

... a perfect balance of life and death.
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Senta, Capital of a world that sat in the heart of this part of the universe. So many routes used this system as its nexus. The sky was filled with lights at night, and the stars moved so swiftly. But with a sector's worth of life, the universe had a habit of keeping check. Belasco had its books checked once every seven years, and with the all clear sounding across the golden hills surrounding Senta, there was more than enough cover for a meeting. He'd heeded the advice of Commander Ion, and did not go closer into the Commenor pocket.

But for now he enjoyed a cup of hot, local beverage and a delapedated but serviceable cafe. His hooded cowl obscuring his eyes, but his tendrils and vast frame revealed his Feeorin physiology. This close to the borders he could not be too careful, his presence within the Force was diminished to point within him. He focused on the porcelain cup in one hand, and the communicator in the other. He eyed the device and rubbed his thumb over the answer stud. Messengers had been sent, encrypted orders given by some of the bestof the Alliance and now Luy had taken the Kirin and gone searching for her. The vision he had on Anoat. An Alderaanian with golden hair, this was it he had to try and find more. His padawans were about the cafe and he nodded or raised a finger to each, to calm their nerves. This is what sentinels and watchmen used to be like, he'd only read of such things of course.

He sipped deeply from his cup, staring at the empty chair. In the corner, by the front window the hunched, hulking form of a crotchity, old mimzer of a Feeorin sighed to himself. It was for the Force after all.

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