One way or another, Nakoa still had second-hand contact with other Force wielders. A Jedi or two aside, most were Sith, Dark Jedi, shamans, witches, and so forth. The only common threads were Force sensitivity and the requirement of payment one way or another, or else some form of deal. It just so happened that the Jedi were poor and more scrupulous when it came it deals. Boring, right?
In this particular instance, Nakoa and another were to meet aboard a space station hidden far away in the unknown regions, a place known mostly through rumor to contain something or someone of value. It was a structure with clearly minimalistic repairs done over the years, although people still lived here like most slums. Luckily, Nakoa was good at finding things, and didn't doubt at least some hint would present itself.
For the moment he waited for the other- someone he'd only briefly contacted over the holonet, not met in person or knew much background about- in a hole-in-the-wall sort of bar, sipping away at cheap alcohol and snacking on jerky. The Wrean was dressed casually as usual, blending in with the rest of the drek milling around. He idly wondered what they'd be like before getting distracted by something on his 'pad.
@Wit