Meetings in passing {Open}

[Zarkan]

With the sun rising over the western horizon of Kuat the vast white painted mass of Kuat Drive Yard's docks was nearly blinding forcing Kara to divert her gaze to the monolith's moving through space above the plane of the vast globe encircling ring and back to the interior of the small pub. The slim girl was quite used to the athmosphere of the hole in the wall Catina shoved as it was in on of the spires rising above Kuat's ring. Currently the small common area paneled in artificial wood boasted few guests beyond the corpulent white haired and bearded owner stood his post at the bar while a pair of patrol pilots were busy drinking themselves into a stupor on the far side of the room leaving Kara to pick delicately at a salad and sip a glass of sweet juice while see prepared to engage in her favorite practice of people watching as the lunch crowd was soon to start filling in.

[Ash]

Zwei never liked Kuat, even if he has hardly ever been to the surface itself. He has before, and he knew he would again, as whenever his missions dictate. Right now, though, he was at this planet because he had problems with his ship and was forced to land here.

His ship on the stardock, the man left the massive shipyards and took a shuttle down to the planet, mainly to check out some of the view of the shipyards from down here. He was mainly wasting some time, but why not check out the views.

Upon landing, however, his stomach growled, and he remembered that he has yet to eat today. First place he would visit: some cantina so he can get some cheap food. Simply fallowing the crowd, Zwei ended up right by a rather out-of-the-way cantina.

Zwei pushed the door open, making sure not to make any eye contact with anyone. He looked a little conspicuous in his short sleeved black button-up shirt and grey slacks, so he chose a little table out of the way from everyone, and in a good spot where he could watch the door. He wasn't expecting any trouble but one couldn't be too careful.

Looking around after the server took his order, he glanced over the white haired bartender, standing at his post behind the bar: a pair of, it looked like, pilots drinking their lives away, and a rather small looking young woman, picking through something green and drinking what he assumed was some fruity mixed drink. No problematic people then. Good. Zwei leaned back in his seat, arms crossed and eyes closed as he waited for his food and what he ordered to drink.

[Talau the Ever-Lurking]

[Maybe a dead thread, but i needed a vent for Sam xD]

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With feet kicked up on the chair near by, the blond was killing time like a pro: whiskey glass in one hand, data-pad in the other and humming a tune to herself without a care for what anyone thought of it. The patrons of the little dive came and went as the pleased without so much as a second glance from her. Of course, most of them did get a first glance since her life hinged on being 'in the know' about who was around her at any given time. She'd had more than a few bad experiences when she slacked off in that area.

Not many people were about at the moment, which suited her just fine, really. For now she was on stand-by for a run scheduled by 'the boss man' after testing out a few of the modifications done to the Harpy. Honestly? Samantha was just happy to be out of PFHQ...for a former pilot, being stuck indoors and on the ground had made her begin to feel more than a little claustrophobic. Certainly no one particularly interesting had meandered in yet...a petite woman, a man in a shirt and slacks, a couple of pilots...

For a few moments her mind meandered away to a couple of other pilots, hoping they were doing well enough. Sure they had each other, but they didn't have her around to keep an eye on all of them! A little smile crept across her face as she mused over what Sev might have thought about that...and of course, that musing turned into musing about when she'd hear from him again...and that into when she might see him again...and that was about the time she shook her head to bring herself out of her musing, finally realizing she'd been staring blankly at the petite woman who sat munching on her salad.