The transport came to a slow dock as the Jedi stood. The doors snapped open, and Terran Starek stepped down, out into the Spaceport. He scanned his credit stick at the ticket station, the automatic payment buzzing through as he continued on his way. He didn't have much time to waste. The Force was calling to him, urging him to continue. Something told him this was the right place.
His rendevouz with Alif on Kalee had been exceptionally helpful, a staging point for his next move. He felt more confident than ever that he was on the right track. He was at the heels of the Jedi, and it would be soon that he would discover his brothers and sisters. He only hoped that there would be survivors, and that they would not have given up hope.
His datapad chirped when he arrived at the coordinates, although Terran was confident that he knew where he was. The was a different energy here, something more was happening than simply what appeared on the surface. The Jedi was used to this feeling.
"Can I help you, sir?" The receptionist of the lobby was kind, though businesslike. From what Terran could tell, she was very busy. It was hard to say precisely what was done here - surely some sort of front for what really went on.
"Indeed, you can," Terran responded politely, smiling warmly. "I'm here to meet with Dasquian Belargic." The Jedi spoke softly and coridally, but with confidence.
"Do you have an appointment? Mr. Belargic is very busy." Again, her cordial tone was rushed.
"No, I don't." Terran responded. He wasn't sure how a meeting like this was supposed to go, but he had his ways peacefully around the rules. "You can tell that I've traveled a long way, and that whatever I need is certainly important. You'll inform Mr. Belargic that I'm here to see him."
"I can tell you've traveled a long way, and whatever you need is certainly important." She responded, blankly. "I'll inform Mr. Belargic that you're here to see him. What is your name?"
"Illian," Terran responded. "Arik Illian. I'll wait right over here. Thank you." Terran smiled and found a chair in the lobby.
"Yeah . . . sure." The receptionist shook her head as she picked up the intercom.
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