The Roche Asteroid belt was, despite its friendly attitude towards travelling spacers and mercenaries, unfamiliar to Drow Venn. He'd been a mercenary in his previous life but had never had the privelege of visiting the strange asteroids, ruled by the even stranger Verpine. But, having spent the past few days here schmoozing the people that mattered and keeping an eye on the locals, he got the sense that his younger self would have enjoyed it very much. In spite of, or perhaps because of, the Verpine's strange, literal-minded nature, the cantinas were popping with entertainment, games of chance, music and all the vices that a good smuggler could ever hope to waste their credits on.
To fit in, Drow had created a persona known only as Flophat. Because he'd been technically banished from the Order (at least as far as the rest of the galaxy was concerned), the Ishi Tib Master couldn't be seen in a place like this. But Flophat could. It was a hodgepodge of moisture farmer clothes from his last mission to Tatooine and the spacer gear he had aboard his ship with a tinted space helmet covering his head so that even his species couldn't be identified. He kept his lightsaber safely hidden away in a pouch on his utility belt and he had his E-11 rifle holstered in plain sight.
Having been spending his recent days gathering intel about this place, the Verpine had pointed him in the direction of a human woman pilot named Vin. He had made initial contact with her at a casino and was suitably impressed. With a shaved head and a cybernetic eye, Vin cut quite the imposing figure already but, even more impressively, was always accompanied by at least a couple of Verpine. It seemed that she had done something to garner the loyalty of a small Verpine swarm and most of her ships were now crewed by the enigmatic insectoids. How the hell she'd convinced a whole hive to join her was anybody's guess but Drow was impressed regardless. He sat at a cantina table now, in his Flophat disguise, across from Vin who was flanked by two Verpines armed with vibroswords.
"You think your friends will recognize me?" Vin asked humorously. Flophat let out a chuckle - the large woman flanked by two Verpines made quite the sight, even in this spacer's cantina. Having made contact with Vin, Drow had told her he had contacts within the Jedi Order that would like to discuss business with her. He'd reached out to his old friend, Crix, one of the few in the galaxy that knew that Drow was still actively working within the Order and arranged a sit-down between the young Zabrak and Vin. Flophat was only acting as an intermediary and, if trouble broke out, as potential security. But the bulk of the negotiations would fall to Crix and whatever Jedi he brought along to help him.
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To fit in, Drow had created a persona known only as Flophat. Because he'd been technically banished from the Order (at least as far as the rest of the galaxy was concerned), the Ishi Tib Master couldn't be seen in a place like this. But Flophat could. It was a hodgepodge of moisture farmer clothes from his last mission to Tatooine and the spacer gear he had aboard his ship with a tinted space helmet covering his head so that even his species couldn't be identified. He kept his lightsaber safely hidden away in a pouch on his utility belt and he had his E-11 rifle holstered in plain sight.
Having been spending his recent days gathering intel about this place, the Verpine had pointed him in the direction of a human woman pilot named Vin. He had made initial contact with her at a casino and was suitably impressed. With a shaved head and a cybernetic eye, Vin cut quite the imposing figure already but, even more impressively, was always accompanied by at least a couple of Verpine. It seemed that she had done something to garner the loyalty of a small Verpine swarm and most of her ships were now crewed by the enigmatic insectoids. How the hell she'd convinced a whole hive to join her was anybody's guess but Drow was impressed regardless. He sat at a cantina table now, in his Flophat disguise, across from Vin who was flanked by two Verpines armed with vibroswords.
"You think your friends will recognize me?" Vin asked humorously. Flophat let out a chuckle - the large woman flanked by two Verpines made quite the sight, even in this spacer's cantina. Having made contact with Vin, Drow had told her he had contacts within the Jedi Order that would like to discuss business with her. He'd reached out to his old friend, Crix, one of the few in the galaxy that knew that Drow was still actively working within the Order and arranged a sit-down between the young Zabrak and Vin. Flophat was only acting as an intermediary and, if trouble broke out, as potential security. But the bulk of the negotiations would fall to Crix and whatever Jedi he brought along to help him.
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