Omega Station
Jeset had come to Omega Station to disappear. After several navigational hops, a short break to check the new, and several more, he had finally arrived. The flight coordinators at Omega didn't care about your background, your business, where you came from or where you were going. Jeset wasn't even sure they kept logs of the multitude of ships that flew in and out of the station at all hours.
His first stop had been to pick up special hair dye that was said to be permanent and extremely hard to remove, only able to come out with special solvents. After making an inky mess out of a refresher station, his hair was now permanently black. At least until he decided to change that. Next up was the most important part and he had trolled the net on Omega Station through a proxy from his phone until he had come into contact with someone who could do what he needed done.
Now all he had to do was meet them. He headed to the prearranged meeting location, desperately hoping this wasn't a trap or some kind of setup. He had his vibroknives, three of them hidden on his person, and his garrote of course, but ideally he wouldn't have to use them. He hadn't come to Omega to hurt anyone after, all. Just to disappear.
@lizziie