"Jovan Station has recently undergone some large attacks by an unknown terrorist group. All rogue elements have been captured or destroyed, and there is now no reasonable concern for a repeat attack. Please comply with all directives and officers of the Security Division, and everything will go smoothly and peacefully."
He leaned back and frowned.
"Figures all the fun goes down when I go somewhere else looking for it," he murmured, ignoring the nonplussed passengers on either side of him trying to put as much distance between him and them as possible.
A couple cage matches and tourney fights had proven something of a good distraction, but either he was too good or the civilized leagues didn't look for the real challenges like the Hutt championships did. Still, he'd made some credits, and Rai'faani couldn't be too angry at that. She might be angry with how he spent almost all of it, but it was his money. Besides, he wasn't dumb. His account was locked up tight, and he wasn't giving her the passcode. He was already married. He didn't need another wife on top of that. Even if she had some spirit to her.
Onashi stopped and thought for a moment how cizerack women seemed to be becoming more prevalent in his life. Maybe he'd visit a brothel and find a nice Falleen woman to screw. It'd been a while since he'd done properly screwed a greenie.
"Please watch your step and enjoy your stay on Jovan Station!"
Serasai Onashi grinned and stepped off the shuttle's ramp and breathed deeply. Still recycled air.
"Now, time to find a woman, and then Rai'faani. Or maybe the other way around."
Jovan station didn't seem all that different from many of the planet side Starports he'd been to; there were large concourses with plenty of greenery and bright lighting near the ceiling to simulate the time of day, and storefronts lined the walkways. He spotted a well heeled caf stop, more than a few little pubs, clothing stores and offices for various companies and corporations. No brothels, but this was a pretty 'high-class' area. The escort services would be only slightly hidden.
He had to hand it to them though as a cizerack and a chiss woman passed by him. They had some fine women here.
Maybe he'd stick around for a bit after all.
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