Corellian Origami (Ghostie)

[Poludnica]

Ambient

There were places in the galaxy where a young, spoiled girls didn't belong. Places with a lot of shady and violent folk, loud cries of anger, dark business. It just so happened that the place Danica Liviana found herself in now had all three in spades, much to her dismay. It was close to early evening hours when she entered the bar in hopes to meet Xaver's old friend. With hand tightly closed on a suitcase, the young woman sat down in the farthest corner of Bantha Calf. A small, yet popular bar at the suburbs of Coronet City.

Few eyes stopped at the woman, gazing with curiosity. Danica certainly wasn't the average patron. Despite simple, well cut suit, an aura of prosperity surrounded her whether in a cloud of expensive perfumes or the way crystal jewelry shone in raven black hair. Usually the girl enjoyed attention, this time it was more than unwelcome. She tried to hide herself deeper in the booth's shadow, vanish from view but it wouldn't work. There still were those interested in what kind of business such woman could have here.

Vibrations, yelling, conversations; it gave her a headache today. Danica's nerves felt frayed, worn thin by the incessant grind of noise. She was nervous with the meeting. The enigmatic man, Mr. Hiker would buy the sword off her hands for good credit but if Devon ever learned...Her life would become even more of a caged hell than it was now. Nervously she began to fiddle with a drink – watered and sour. What was that stuff?

With a growing disdain the woman pushed away the half-emptied glass, feeling already nauseous from the vile liquor. A Corellian man, judging by an accent tried to join her table but one cold gaze from icy green eyes made him change his mind. One of her uncle's men shifted a bit in his seat across the woman but decided there was no threat. So far no one else seemed to bother the girl who looked like a kicked, unhappy and spoiled pup.

Not able to stay calm, Danica reached for few napkins and began to fold simple origami. Some of the patrons shook their heads at the display. The girl, unphased by the judgmental looks managed to get a cat, a fish and a little star ship from the rough paper. She placed the creation in front of her and let out a small sigh. That didn't help calm down.

[Ghostie]

Ethan heaved a heavy sigh. This was the first time he had been back to Republic Space since Corana had been murdered. He should be checking up on his mother. Seeing how old friends were doing. Or just crashing into Hiker Vehicles Headquarters to check up on them. But no, here he was sitting on his swoop bike outside some cantina in one of the rich suburbs of Coronet to buy something. One of those things rich people do that Ethan wasn’t used to. At least he had visited his father’s grave and left some flowers. Which was why he was late for this meeting.

No matter what happens, business just keeps turning I guess.

Ethan hopped off his swoop, grabbed a case off the back, and entered the building. The setting sun shone light in after him. Being as he was wanted in Republic Space, Ethan had taken some measure to block what he looked like. He wore a pair of large aviator glasses, chrome in color. Other than that, he wore his usual flight jacket, Corellian in design, and cargo pants. His blaster was concealed under his jacket in a shoulder holster, just in-case things had gone south.

Casual place, casual attire. I hope this lady wasn’t expecting me to dress up for some cantina.

Had Ethan been anywhere else in Republic Space, he would’ve taken more measures to disguise himself. Perhaps even wear his armor. But his features, more specifically his orange hair and facial hair, were a common sight on Corellia. In fact, upon walking into the bar, Ethan immediately noticed at least five other people with the same color of hair.

The thing that made him stand out was the large case he was carrying. This lady… a Miss Liviana? She said she had a Mandalorian sword to sell. Ethan had brought his own beskad for comparison. He could spot beskar in an instant, and if this sword was truly Mandalorian, there was a very good chance it was made out of the special iron. Other than that, he didn’t know the finer points of blacksmithing, so he wanted something to compare to.

Ethan didn’t even know how this Liviana had gotten a hold of him though. Ethan had gone off the grid in Republic Space, and tried to keep his head down in Hutt Space when he wasn’t hunting. But an old friend from the Republic Navy, one Xaver Liviana, had set up this meeting. Well, calling Xaver a friend was a bit of a stretch. He had been more than an acquaintance, but less than a friend. A “drinking buddy” was the best description Ethan could think of, though he and Xaver never went to a bar together.

A waitress, young and pretty, walked up to the old hunter apparently ready to take his order. She too had orange hair. It just wasn’t something you could escape on Corellia.

“What can I get you, honey?”

“Corellian Ale, thanks.”

Ethan walked off towards the back of the cantina, walking slowly and scanning the room. There seemed to be a massive amount of people grouped around the swoop racing viewscreens. Apparently some tournament was going on. Other than that, only a couple of people littered the many tables and booths. A Transdoshan here, a pair of Duros discussing in Huttese here. But one stood out to Ethan, as if they didn’t belong in such a place.

A young lady in what looked to be a very expensive suit sat in a rounded booth in the corner with another man, probably a bodyguard Ethan figured. Ethan grimaced, he had thought it was just going to be the two of them. Having just chased off a man who seemed to trying to be hitting on her, she started to fold something. Ethan made his way over. Anyone who walked into a cantina looking like this obviously wasn’t from Corellia.

If worse comes to worse, I can probably take out some bodyguard.

Ethan surprised even himself with such thinking. Had being in Republic Space while being somewhere on a most wanted list of the Republic made him this paranoid? Probably so. But if he had learned one thing while hunting, it was that a little paranoia can go a long way.

As he made his way over, Ethan noticed the case she had, very similar to his own. This was definitely the Miss Liviana he was looking for. He noticed the origami as well; she had folded a nice looking starfighter.

“Nice Aurek.”

Ethan set his case on the floor and brought a chair around from one of the nearby tables and sat down.

“Mind if I join you?”

[Poludnica]

Soft glow of viewscreens painted the origami in a shade of light, digital blue. Danica watched the patterns changing, trying to ignore the crowd's cheering. Swoop racing seemed like a waste of time for the uneducated lowlifes. Despicable. With a huff of anger she pushed away the origami that fell on the floor, aside from the little ship. The woman reached to close it in her hand and crush when deep, male's voice with heavy Corellian accent broke her resolve.

Chartreuse eyes went up to meet dark, glassy gaze circled by a storm of reddish blond hair and beard. For a moment she watched the older man, noticing his plain clothing and a suitcase. Not unlike her own. The bodyguard tensed but Danica stopped him with a simple gesture of slender digits. ”Depends on your name.” She asked, trying to sound professional though the hints of nervousness could be visible in trembling fingertips and small flush glowing on her cheeks.

”I am here to do business, if you are here for something else, no you cannot.” The girl added, trying to get back some confidence. The man looked like a simple, Corellian grunt with his wide chest and simple clothing, not a company her father used to keep and by extend neither did she. He might as well be some random guy, not who was waiting for though something about him stood out from the sea of orange heads. An air of confidence her uncle also had – many soldiers did.

Feeling her muscles coiling from stress and tension, Danica shifted in her seat, trying to look more relaxed. She removed the last of paper origami from the table and threw it on the ground. ”You can't escape the ships on Corellia, Aurek or otherwise.” The woman said and crushed her work with a heel of an expensive shoe. ”I don't like them.” Danica explained with a shrug. ”They make way too much noise.”

[Ghostie]

“That would be Hiker, Miss Liviana.”

Ethan’s question of joining her booth was more of a statement. He had no plans of leaving, no plans of being chased away by her green, cold gaze or a simply bodyguard. He was here to do business, and he would not be deterred. And business was all he was here for.

Miss Liviana was a beautiful woman though. Sleek black hair and green eyes that could drive away a charging reek. She has a sense of power and wealth around her. In a lot of ways, her features reminded Ethan of Corana, though his lost love was probably less serious in life.

Why are you thinking of Corana? C’mon, it’s been a couple of years now.

“Business sounds just fine. That’s all I’m interested in.”

The waitress brought over Ethan’s drink at this point and set it down on the table with a smile. That was one of the better parts of being back home. Corellia, in Ethan’s opinion, always had the best drinks. Mix that with some swoop racing, and anyone could have a good time. But only if they choose to. He pulled a couple of credits out of his pocket, including a tip, and dumped them on the waitresses tray.

“There are a lot of things you can’t escape on Corellia. Ships, swoops, alcohol, and red hair just to name a few.”

And long dead past romances apparently.

Then Miss Liviana started to complain about how ships made too much noise. She was true, but Ethan had fond memories of The White Current’s engines humming him to sleep. It was almost like music to him. And all the sights you could see in space? A nebula was one of the most beautiful things Ethan had the pleasure of laying his eyes on.

“Well, I always thought a ship’s engines sounded like music. And the things you can see in space far out weigh some issue of noise, I think.”

[Poludnica]

Relief that washed over her was more than obvious. The girl's muscles relaxed and silent sigh escaped her lips. It was the buyer. Finally... She thought but despite the irritation mixed with a bit of embarrassment, Danica smiled at the man. He was a client after all, even if normally not someone she would associated with. Hiker had credits the woman needed if she wanted to go to Naboo in two months and maybe try to free herself from the Devon's cage. ”Pleased to meet you, Mr. Hiker.” The girl chirped and bit back any remark about his tacky glasses.

The waitress came back with another drink but Danica ignored her, focused on the new business partner. Much older than her, more than a decade but younger than Cassius and her uncle. Rather handsome, or used to be in his younger years. But he was smart or at least not a stupid brute she was expecting on this forsaken shipspewing rock. Maybe selling this sword wouldn't be such a chore after all.

”And a stench of rocket fuel.” The young woman finished with a theatrical sigh. Her glass was now empty but Danica refrained from ordering more. That stuff was nasty though Hiker seemed to like it. He was a Corellian after all and they liked strange things. At least they were humans, made things simpler.

Poor man has no idea what music is... She remembered her most important performances were all the Philharmony's interior was filled with complex sounds of ancient instruments. That was true music...Danica didn't voice it though, trying to keep things diplomatic and polite. ”I'd rather stay with both feet on the ground, you can find beautiful things here too.” The girl said with demure smile and reached for the suitcase.

Carefully, she looked around if they had an unwanted attention but nearly everyone was cheering at the screen were some burly Zabrak was winning the first lap. With slight shake of her head at such primitive leisure pursuit, Danica opened the suitcase in which an old Mandalorian sword rested. Even for someone who despised weapon and art of war, she could appreciate the masterwork of the blade.

[Ghostie]

“Sorry to keep you waiting, I had some unfinished business to attend to.”

Ethan started on his drink as Liviana made some complaint about the smell of rocket fuel. This Miss Liviana was a very high maintenance person. Ethan thought she had one too many complaints. Someone who complained so much couldn’t enjoy life, could they? Ethan was starting to get a little annoyed; it was his home she was complaining about after all. But he kept quiet, or did his best to at least. He made a retort under his breath.

“I like the smell of rocket fuel in the morning.”

Then Liviana brought out her case. She laid it on the table, and opened it to reveal a very beautiful, well-crafted Mandalorian sword. Ethan’s suspicions were correct. The sword was in fact made out of besk’ar. It gleamed in the little light there was. The sword was obviously meant for some ceremonial use though, as such a design was impractical for combat.

“Besk’ar. Probably made sometime well before the Mandalorian Wars. Looks like it was made for ceremonial use instead of combat, which is weird as combat is central to Mandalorian tradition.”

Ethan set his glass down on the table. He was searching his mind, trying to figure out what Mandalorians would create such a sword for. One of the more prominent ceremonies in the Mandalorian culture were weddings. But the wedding ceremony itself was a very private thing with only the bride, groom, and someone to officiate the marriage attending. The only besk’ar that would be there, if any, was armor.

The only thing Ethan could think it was for was a gift, to a prominent ruler or something similar. Or something a blacksmith made for himself, something to hang in his house as proof of his skill. But then why would the blacksmith waste the besk’ar? It wasn't exactly the most common mineral in Mandalorian Space.

Ethan reached out a hand to pick up the sword, but then stopped mid-way there.

“May I?”

[Poludnica]

”We all have them.” Danica responded politely, trying to be diplomatic. The man seemed to be Corellian through and through, why would he be interested in Mandalorian things? Maybe a hobby? He was after all a military man. She never quite grasped the whole army thing...It seemed so useless and counter intuitive. Why would you want to sacrifice your life for an abstract political construct? Some things in this Galaxy were really silly. ”I would guess men like you prefer to smell it all day long.”
She said with demure smile. The woman thought she saw a flicker of displeasure on the soldier's face. Apparently calling his homeworld what it truly was – a smelling heap of filthy junk, was somewhat insulting. Danica made a mental note about it.

Her green eyes widened slightly at the knowledge the man possessed. Most of the pretentious collectors she had met didn't even know the proper name for the object, not to say imagine an era it was made in. ”Impressive...” The girl stated with a hint of surprise. ”It is indeed a ceremonial blade. This particular one was used in an adoption ritual ages ago.“ She explained, pushing the suitcase closer to the man.

His interest was undeniable and Danica bit her lower lip in excitement. If he was a man who could see the true value of this sword, maybe there was more money to gain. For her this sword was a regrettable loss but as someone knowledgeable in an art field, she preferred paintings and sculptures. War...War was not beautiful as weren’t its tools.

”Of course...It's rather sturdy.” If it was a delicate icon Danica would certainly stop anyone to put their grubby fingers on it but this sword survived much more than just mishandling. ”It is..uncommon...for someone from outside the field to know foreign cultures in such great details. Do you have a connection to Mandalorians? “ The girl asked abruptly. It might be just academical curiosity but somehow in her head – military and knowledge didn't go together.

[Ghostie]

((OOC: Anything in << >> indicates spoken Mando'a, or the Mandalorian language.)

Some sort of connection to the Mandalorians? That made Ethan chuckle a bit. He was as Mandalorian as he was Corellian. At least he liked to think so. Being that one parent was Corellian and one was Mandalorian, Ethan had grown up in both cultures. Served in both militaries. Killed enemies for either side. Having two cultures like that got messy.

Ethan lifted the sword by the handle. It was heavy, or would be for someone not familiar with the weight. Had they been somewhere more private, Ethan probably would’ve stood up and taken a few swings with the artifact. Not that he was planning to use the thing as a weapon, but to test the balance and get familiar with the blade.

Instead, Ethan carefully placed the antique back in Miss Liviana’s case. It was a nice blade, now it would be time to compare, look for discrepancies and if all was well, talk price.

“Foreign culture? That’s funny.” <<Though how an outsider like yourself got a hold of a treasure like this is a better question.>>

Ethan didn’t really care how Miss Liviana got a hold of a besk’ar sword. The Mando’a was more to prove a point. He had more than a connection to the culture. To Miss Liviana this sword may just be a piece of art, or something pretty to hang on the wall. To Ethan this sword was a piece of history, a piece of his history, of where he was from and what Mandalorians were about.

“I brought my own besk’ad. I was hoping to compare them, to be able to look for similarities as I know for a fact this one was forged by a Mandalorian blacksmith. They would have similar techniques when working with besk’ar.”

Ethan lifted his case off the ground and set it on the table next to Miss Liviana’s own case.

“I will warn you though; this blade is not a trophy or something to hang on the wall. It is a… tool I use almost every day, or used to use every day, if you get my meaning.”

Ethan wasn’t sure why he told Miss Liviana such a thing. It was true that quite a few people fell to his blade during his bounty hunting days, but it wasn’t quite something you went around telling people you just met.

‘I just met you and this is crazy, but I used to chop up people for a living.’ Yeah, that’s a great start to a business deal.

Ethan opened his case and laid it flat on the table next to Miss Liviana’s. Being a round, wide table, they had just enough room for both cases and the drinks. Inside Ethan’s case laid a very plain looking blade. The silvery metal gleamed in the light. The sheath was next to the sword, almost as if keeping it company inside the case on the padding. It looked very different to Miss Liviana’s sword, but there were similarities between the two.

"Know anything about metal work?"

[Poludnica]

She blinked, surprised by the fluent Mandalorian coming from the man's lips. Danica shouldn’t be surprised, really – in this Galaxy rarely anything was what it looked like. The man who looked all Corellian right down to his accent, had Mandalorian heritage. ”So it is of sentimental value?” She asked, taking a large nut from a bowl that stood in the middle of a table. Distracted by the irritating noise of a swoop race, crimson nails pried a bit too fervently at the shell as she attempted to retrieve its sweet kernel; one half of the nut snapped off with a loud crack, its part sent spinning across the table, flying toward Hiker.

”Uh...Oops.” Danica breathed, blushing feverishly and put the cracked nut back in its place. Hopefully the man wouldn't think she insulted his Mandalorian honor or something. Those people seemed to be very prone to anger even over imaginary offenses. The woman wondered if to explain this wasn't meant to be a curse on his family till tenth generation. Or something.

The girl stiffened when he mentioned the own blade. It was a weapon after all and Danica didn't like when someone had one near her. Unless her own guard. Swallowing silly fears she nodded. ”Keep in mind this blade was not forged to fight, mostly. It is also much older than yours, back from the days when The Sith War raged.” The woman said, looking longingly at another nut. She was growing hungry – must be because of all the stress.

The blade Hiker had showed her was very ugly but Danica refrained herself from commenting on it. It had been crafted with similar precision as the ancient one but lacked this artistic touch. It was indeed just a tool even if well done. And apparently used often. Danica's brows furrowed at the company her uncle kept. She wasn't going to show those hints of fear, it was bad for business. ”Anything can be used as weapon, I once poked an obnoxiously pesky guy in his eye with my lipstick.” The girl said, very vaguely explaining that she got his meaning and despite being but a simple art dealer, she was also a feisty one.

”Not as much as I would want to.” Danica shrugged. Her specialization was focused mostly on paintings,pottery, music and sculptures. Rarely anything beyond that, especially not forging weapons. One of main reasons she didn't want to keep that sword. It just didn't fit with her galleries image.

[Ghostie]

“Anything can be used as weapon, I once poked an obnoxiously pesky guy in his eye with my lipstick.”

“Ha! I would’ve paid someone to see that.”

Apparently, Miss Liviana hadn’t taken Ethan showing his blade very well. He became tense at the sight of it. It wasn’t meant to scare her, just compare the two. If Ethan had wanted to scare her, he would’ve walked in wearing his mandalorian armor. Now that was a scary sight. You didn’t want someone with that on to come after you.

Miss Liviana had seemed stressed. She was playing with one of the peanuts from the bowl, and while doing so, accidently flicked on at Ethan. It landed on the table next to him, and he picked it up and handed it back. Ethan wasn’t too big on manners, but he was trying to be nice. He wanted Miss Liviana to see that not all Mandalorians were big scary warriors all the time. Though, every Mandalorian did have that part of them. And right now Ethan’s was lying on the table for everyone to see.

“Waitress!” The red haired young woman walked back over to the table. “Can I get one of those nerf burgers please? And a side order of onion rings, thanks. Do you want anything Liviana? It’s on me.”

As the waitress walked away with the orders, Ethan leaned back and studied the swords again. Despite their different eras, Mandalorians were deeply rooted in tradition. Most blades would be made the same way, with the same techniques. Ethan had brought his blade out to compare the ways the metal was worked. Anyone could get their hands on besk’ar and make a blade, but only the Mandalorians knew how to do it right.

“The age difference doesn’t matter too much. Mandalorians are all about tradition. The blades would’ve been made the same way. As for your question, yes, it does have some sentimental value.”

Ethan took another sip from his glass. The swoop race was raging on in full force behind him. Cheering, yelling, celebrating, it was all happening. It made Ethan’s booth look like they were mourning over something from their lack of inactivity. But in all reality, there was a business deal going on. Just how things happened on Corellia, swoop races trumped a business deal almost any day of the week. Now came the important question.

“But how much value are we talking here? What’s your price?”

[Poludnica]

Danica's eyes fixed on the nut that was given to her. Slowly, the girl took it gingerly in between two fingers and ate it, enjoying its rich, exotic taste. Apparently Mr. Hiker didn't think it was some kind of hostility. ”I am not sure if it was a good move, I wasted pretty expensive cosmetic.” The woman said, trying to hide emotions. Especially fear. Silly, girly fear. Her father would always call it girly. The real leaders, real men didn't show it. Hell, Danica couldn't even tell if Cassius was able to feel anything. He seemed like a machine more than a human.

The Mandalorian Corellian...Or so she thought, called for a waitress. Nice, pretty girl and younger. Danica already felt envious of her. Taking another nut from the bowl, the woman waved away the girl. Her stomach already turned into a knot and throwing up in public toilets didn't sit well with her. ”I heard steaks give you heart problems.” And strokes... Danica's mind for a brief second wandered to Cassius lying comatose. He liked steaks as well...

Shame he didn't say more about the sentiment. Danica grew curious as he watched the two blades, comparing them. For him there may have been little details that were different but for someone whose art was a main focus of studies for a decade...Not so much. The woman let Hiker to swim in his ignorance on this little fact and sipped her drink. From to time nodding, making small 'mhmmm' noise indicating active listening. Her eyes widened slightly in interest when the man began to talk about the price. That was something that always caught her attention.

” Eighty thousand credits, in cash.” She said carefully, chartreuse eyes flickering on the side to catch any possible eavesdropper.

[Ghostie]

“I’m more likely to die from… less natural causes then some heart problem from one steak, Miss Liviana.”

The waitress walked back with Ethan’s food and he dug in. Starting with the onion rings first, those were always his favorite; Ethan was polite in the way he ate. Never biting off more than he could chew, eating with his mouth closed, and not talking while he was eating. He wanted to make a good impression on Miss Liviana.

And then her price came. Ethan coughed on his drink a little. Eighty thousand was a large price, in cash no less. Granted, Ethan could pay it and not think twice, but it was the cash part that caught him. Not many people asked for cash anymore. Everything was done all electronically, which helped Ethan when he became wanted in Republic Space, he could move all his finances with ease.

Miss Liviana was bold, Ethan would give her that. He admired her boldness.

“It’s not like I carry that kind of money around in my wallet. I can’t just walk up to the ATM over there,” Ethan threw a thumb over his shoulder, pointing to the ATM he had passed on his way in the door. “And withdraw eighty grand.”

He was interested in the sword, but for eighty thousand? The amount wasn’t the problem, rather how he was going to get such an amount was. He would have to travel to Hutt Space, or Sith Space, just to go to the bank. Was the sword worth it?

“Are you willing to wait? I can get the cash, but it’ll take a while.”

[Poludnica]

The man tried very hard to eat like a gentleman. Danica smiled at this, wondering why he felt compelled to behave so out of his element. It was cute in a way when a man would try so hard for her just to make a good impression. ”Now that would be shame if a handsome man died before his time.” She said, changing her demeanor a bit. It never hurt to be nice, especially when someone choked on a price that had been just mentioned.

Her fingertips trailed the edge of the glass absentmindedly, thinking if it was the actual price or a form of payment that shocked the veteran so much. The sword was certainly worth as much and she would get even more in an auction house but then Danica would have to share the profit with Devon. This, the woman wouldn't agree too...

”I don't assume anyone carries such amount of money.” Danica reassured him with a smile, hiding any apprehension. ”We can make an exchange tomorrow.”

The woman closed the sword and scooped away the suitcase. ”I can wait. I will be here few days.” Seeing the slight confusion in the man's face Danica bit down her lower lip. ”This weapon is worth much more through legal means. I am just unwilling to share.” The woman smiled slyly and winked.

She looked at the onion rings and wondered if maybe try one...Probably it would make her sick or something.

[Ghostie]

Later That Week

Ethan was tired. One mad jump from Corellia to Zeltros did that to someone. Luckily, The Verada was faster than most Gunboats. Still, it was a Gunboat, not the fastest hunk of junk in the sky. He had only landed an hour or so ago, after leaving right after his first meeting with Miss Liviana.

Why exactly he wanted this mandalorian sword was beyond Ethan. It as purely ceremonial, it could serve no purpose in combat. It was an artifact of sorts, and Ethan was never too good in history class. Still, he felt drawn to it. It was a part of his culture after all.

Hell, maybe it'll look go on my wall.

They had agreed to meet outside the same bar they had met in. It was late in the afternoon, the sun was almost setting. The cantina was a very popular place right now, somewhat crowded. It was hard to find a good parking spot. But that didn't matter too much when Ethan had his swoop.

He sat on the bike backwards, back against the handlebars and feet up on the seat. There was a metal briefcase attached to the back on the bike. He wore a bomber-style leather jacket and blue jeans with black pointed boots. Pretty simple attire. Except he had his blaster in a holster on his hip and a threatening stare for anyone that came too close.

He already had to tell one group of patrons to keep walking, and get away from his bike. To say Ethan was uncomfortable carrying around eighty grand in cash was an understatement. Hopefully Miss Liviana showed up soon.

[Poludnica]

The driver stayed close just in case there were troubles. Danica didn't expect her client to need the whole week for fetching the money and had been ready to back away if not her uncle who vouched for the man. This and she desperately needed that deal...The sword could be sold for much more but the woman rather not share her income with this damn leech in a fancy suit.

With a deep sigh, she stepped into the parking lot, her verdant gaze intently looking for the tall Corellian. Corellian or Mandalorian...Or neither? Still, at least he was human. Danica sometimes didn't mind aliens...sometimes they were even handsome but her upbringing did leave a mark. A mistrust she would have hard time forgetting about. Thankfully Corellia was one of the ancient colonies of her kind. Not many aliens here.

Wearing very similar business suit as before. Modest but expensive though certainly her client wouldn't be able to tell. He didn't seem like a man with an eye for fashion...Swords yes, but not clothes. The more it surprised Danica, when she finally spotted him, that his clothes was very neat and clean. Absolutely not stylish but neither overall scruffy.

Huh.

Slowly, the woman walked over the bike and the man who casually stretched on it. ”Good to see you Mr Hiker.” Danica said politely and wondered how much this whole deal unnerved the veteran. One might think a man like that would be used to unsureness and stress. The young woman tried to hide her own nervousness behind a small, businesslike smile.