> > "This is Sienae, on board Dhael, requesting a berth," she said.
>
> After the customary exchange of information and the like, she was
> permitted to dock. Her berth was well placed for a quiet entry and a quick
> get away.
>
> The station itself was an amazing sight. From the outside it looked like an
> aging Starfleet space station. However, on the nside it looked the part of
> a fully modern, seedy way station for everyone from the seasoned traveler to
> the cargo hauler to merchant to thief and criminal or even worse. Just the
> place that you would want to be if you wanted something. Chances were that
> a being on this place could get it for you. What ever "it" happened to be.
As she moved through the crowd, Carrhae took in her surrounding and noted
potential hiding or escape routes. She also sensed that she was being
watched, not surprising under the circumstances.
> At one of the out of the way places, which pretty much described all of the
> places on Viar's Oasis, was the meeting place. A dimly lit pub. She fond
> her contact trying to pick up some female at the bar.
She ordered a drink and walked towards a table. As she passed Fox, she
stumbled and spilled part of it on his shoulder.
(response)
t'Llhweiir ends
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