A meeting of Sorts

[Remi Le'lain]

She moved in near silence, heading off in a northeastern direction. She was given directions to a local bar on the planet of Corellia. The directions left for her seemed to be taking her into a darkier district of the planets polished look.

Her pure pitch black eyes off set by her bleach white hair, but she did this to herself for this night. Her blood line allowed few changes to her physical being. Eye color and hair color to be exact. Normally the blue eyed blond looked actually rather stunning. But at the moment she rather look like this for the area she was trespassing within. Having been told to meet with a man, but not what this man looked liked. And to set off the rest of the night, not how to find the man.

As she moved she pulled her long black coat around her slightly, as it was 2 sizes to small. She ducked into a tavern off to her right, the dim lighting making her blink to get her eyes to adjust better.

Remi shook her head and a playful smirk crossed her face. " Good work Rem, now what? " She said under her breath in sharp harsh tones. Making her way towards the bar she took a seat and looked around.

[Kelt Simoson]

' You made it...'' Said a voice on the other side of the bar, his eyes instantly recognizing her slender figure as soon as she had entered the establishment. The man who adressed her was smoking a stim, his body was covered mostly in smoke from her view as he puffed upon the white stick.

' Welcome to my bar. Troski! A drink for the woman, whatever she wants, come join me behind the bar.' And with this Kelt beckoned her and took off around the corner to the office behind the bar, he knew just by the looks of her that she was the woman he would want to hire.

Rebels always had that look of freedom about them.

[Remi Le'lain]

Her gaze shot upwards towards the man as he spoke. He had offered her a drink, anything to her liking... " Whiskey strong, preferable Corillian." She said as soon as she stood.

One hip at a time the tall currently white haired female moved in toe of the man. Once she entered the office behind the bar, and her drink finally in hand.

Her currently black eyes locked onto the data pad seeing the make and mark her mind swirled. She took a seat in the backless stool just before the mans desk.

[Kelt Simoson]

' So...' he said taking a seat and gesturing towards her one at his desk' You want a job?'

His hand reached for his own drink and the lit stim in the ash tray on his desk. The room was dim, whisky shaded in light browns and creams, luxurious and elaberate.

He had money it seemed, but his dress was nothing to be excited about, he simply wore a leather jacket and his jeans had holes in the knees.

Some said it was style, others, scruffyness.

[Remi Le'lain]

Lofting an eye brow at the man, and his comments. She took a sip of her drink as her eyes scanned the area. Licking her lips of the taste of the whiskey.

" Maybe, what are you in search of? " She figured as much, seeing how she had few skills in her life. But she was not about to be some part time bar wench either.

She crossed her legs and danggled her foot back and forth.

[Kelt Simoson]

' I want you to become a part time bar wench' he said quietly, as if reading her very mind.

He dug his finger into his ear and scratched it absentminded as if teasing her expectations. His eyes natual and dark.

' How does that sound?'

[Remi Le'lain]

Canting her head to the right she smiled. Sitting in thought for a mere moment. She leaned forwards, she was well enough endowed to make any man look longer then they should.

" How does, hell no sound to you? " She smiled returning to her upright position before her feet were once more flat on the floor. Her long legs helping her to stand once more. Before she placed the double of whiskey on his desk.

" Have a nice night sir. "

[Kelt Simoson]

' You have attitude, i like it!' Kelt said sitting up dramticly, his words theatrical. His faced was splashed with a rare smile, one that described his liking for her, not just her personality, but those long legs were transfixing.

'Other than pulling pints, what are you good at?'

He asked, but he already knew through his contacts that advised him of her skills in the first place to cause this meeting.

[Remi Le'lain]

She stopped for a moment, before she turned and looked at the man. Walking back towards his desk she bent over once more, picking up his data pad. Hitting only 5 keys on the enitre system she placed it back down. On the screen a display of all his money being re-reouted around into various account that she also knew where his. This way he would not think she was only here to jack his money... as of yet.

" I dont know, a few key tricks here and there. "

[Kelt Simoson]

' I'm impressed...'' he said looking at the recently tampered datapad. He had been looking for a slicer for some time, though not expecting a female of the profession he was well used to knowing that woman were just as able as men.

'Can you fight?' He asked ' I mean to say, can you use a blaster well?'

[Remi Le'lain]

Lofting a brow at his comments, she stood there, with 85% of her weight on her right hip. Her toes tapping in a silent rythum as she allowed her mind to race back and forth. Figureing if she could not remember then more then likely it didnt come to pass.

" I dont recall ever needing a blaster for my line of work. I can smooth talk myself out of anything. And if I cant do it. My partner Eylisa can. "

She let her mind wander on why Eylisa didnt feel like joining her this evening either way, she had other jobs to tend too...odd gal that one.

[Kelt Simoson]

' So, a hacker and a con-woman...' He said, more so to himself than anyone else really. His desk was rather empty, this was clearly not his main office, but the office of the bar manager who Kelt had on the pay roll.

A flash of light, subtle but still notible and then a boom ecoed outside of the office window. A storm had been brewing for days and it had finaly broken, lashings of rain water whipped the outside of the window with loud waves.

' I guess i could use you. what's you're name?' He asked casualy, sipping his whisky with a hint of knowing.

[Remi Le'lain]

As the thunder cracked outside in the skies she smiled sinking once more into the seat she had been offered before. Crossing her legs once more.

" Remi Le'lain " Just then a bolt of lighting smashed into the adjacent building. Durring his moment of inspection her eyes changed to that of a crystal blue color, her hair bleeding into blonde.