Meteora Bar, Planet Malta

[Adain]

"Roger that, Control.....Yeah, same one....Alright, Out." The Talon headed to the Coordinates that was saved in its data hub. Ghost Plaform 15, Adain had landed on it so many times that it was second nature to fly there.

A sharp hiss, accompanied by some Hydrogen gas, welcomed the Captain as he exited the Civilian Fighter. The Platform Chief jogged up, "Hey there! The usual set-up, usted?"

"*Chuckle* As always, mi amigo!" He smiled as he headed down the half-flight of stairs to the Grav-Lift, located off to his left. The lift shot up to floor 14, The Meteora. His favorite, and usually quiet, bar in which to do paperwork. Nothing special, just ship requests, recent reports about traders, the 'I wish I could get a Rookie to do this' kind of work.

*SSSssssphht*

He strode in to behold...the same place he had beheld hundreds of times before. Save for a man sitting off in a booth near a window.

"Ey, Hernan. Busy Busy huh? 'll take the usual please."

The bartender nodded in acknowledgment and got to work. Meanwhile, Adain had slipped into the booth three rows behind the black garbed man. A datapad beeped, "*sigh*", another report came in. He pulled out papers and two more datapads, just as Hernan walked up with his Coffee.

"Y'know Senor Adain, this is a bar *smile*. Pretty good Ale's and other concoctions here."

"*chuckle* You know me....Juarez, I haven't sipped a drink in my life. One of the....no...the ONLY ghost who doesnt drink. Especially among the higher ups. *nods* Thanks....*whispering* Eh, who's the ominous muchacho over there?"

"No idea, figured he was one of your contacts."

"Nah,...hrm...Alright thanks, these reports...sadly...dont review themselves."

"Oh, one more thing Senor Erylian. Senor Mortensen wanted you to contact him when you arrived today."

"*Quizically* O...K. Thank you"

Adain grabbed his comm pad, and thumbed in Stephan's name, the video popped up.

"You rang, Mortensen?"