Jeset sat at a little cafe, one of many that lined the streets outside of the spaceport. Quermia was a quant little planet. There was no Coruscanti urban sprawl here, nor the untamed wild of Yavin. Instead the native Quermian's seemed to combine the two. Greenery was everywhere in the city, growing off of towers and out of buildings. It seemed everything was a garden to the long necked species.
Of course even a garden hid secrets aplenty. The reason Jeset was there in the first place. The planet owed its fealty to the Sith Empire. They seemed to make good show of it. But there was an irregularity in the accounting at the local garrison. There always seemed to be a shortage of blasters on Quermia, and Jeset was there to figure out where exactly the blasters were going.
Jeset glanced at his chrono. His partner in investigation should be arriving soon. He figured he had just enough time to finish his caf and eat the donut he was still waiting on. The service seemed a bit slow in this cafe and he wasn't sure if he was going to leave a tip at this point. It all depended on the donut.
@Wit
Of course even a garden hid secrets aplenty. The reason Jeset was there in the first place. The planet owed its fealty to the Sith Empire. They seemed to make good show of it. But there was an irregularity in the accounting at the local garrison. There always seemed to be a shortage of blasters on Quermia, and Jeset was there to figure out where exactly the blasters were going.
Jeset glanced at his chrono. His partner in investigation should be arriving soon. He figured he had just enough time to finish his caf and eat the donut he was still waiting on. The service seemed a bit slow in this cafe and he wasn't sure if he was going to leave a tip at this point. It all depended on the donut.
@Wit