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Ahto City, Manaan
Midnight...
A steady rain fell from the Manaan skies, fat drops hitting the pristine water below. A storm rumbled in the night, blocking out the moon. For a world so famous for cloudless days and nights, it sure could rain on Manaan. Ahto City was quiet and sleepy that night, but there were still a few souls out that night. The neon sign of the diner reflected in the rippling puddles. The inside of the diner was quaint and small, with only a few booths and barstools. It was already late, but the diner was open 24/7 (or 26/7 on Maanan). There were a few people in the diner, all of whom politely kept their conversations down to a polite mumble. A Crisp-E-O donut droid wandered through the establishment, walking from table-to-table taking orders or delivering food. It seemed to be one of the few staff working that night. A few Selkath dockworkers huddled around their coffees while a few humans chased some scrambled eggs around with a form, trying to get over a hangover. A Bothan sat alone at a booth, stirring a coffee. On the other side of the diner, a lone human - a gumshoe by the looks of it - sat reading a datapad. He wore a crumpled suit and tie, a dip in his left pocket concealing a blaster pistol. The Bothan was eyeballing him every so often, either bothered or annoyed by the detective's presence.Midnight...
The sound of pounding rain roaring on the metal roof were momentarily replaced with the sharp pitter patter of rain outside as the door opened. In walked two more people - a Rodian and a Selkath. The Rodian kept a lit cigarette in its star-tier mouth, dragging a trail of smoke behind him. The two sat with the Bothan and began to speak amongst themselves. Even when engaged in conversation, the Bothan still couldn't stop nervously glancing at the cop.
Tarek Lawson was loving every second of this. The Bothan's unease was amusing to the detective. He scrolled through the datapad, feeling eyes on the side of his head. The donut droid made its round to the table to take its order, taking the Bothan's gaze off the detective. Long enough for the man to place a small, black box the size of a piece of gum on the table. Whatever game the cop was playing with the Bothan, it had only just begun.
@Herrith Hendarsin
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