Without an enormous amount of ado time passes on Det Akari.

Akari City is a wide and sprawling place with much to do and see.  Suborbitals leave every half-hour so access to the entire planet is possible, though most focus of commerce, entertainment and industry is in or around the city.  The main capital on the other side of the small planet, Du Larano, is less rich than Akari City.  Still, there is much to see; halfway between the two cities, for example, is a belt of artificial beach running almost a full quarter around the equator.  It's almost a mile above the actual surface of the planet but still, it's quite convincing.

About eighteen hours after the Talons meet at the bar (and don't really do very much) there is a meeting scheduled at the hotel, held by Zyra.  It takes place in a private function room on the main floor and affords a good view of both the lobby and street outside, privacy assured by one-way tinted transparisteel windows.  Serious, it's transparisteel.  Same stuff used in starship viewports.  People don't throw chairs through the windows in this place.

The place is very plush indeed.  Delightfully so.  The chairs are comfortable and padded, the table is ornately decorated and the refreshments - a series of complimentary finger-foods and basic wine, in addition to anything Zyra and/or Mark have ordered - are better fare than most hotels can boast on their main menus.  This must have cost a lot (in credits, favours or both).

This meeting is, as the Talons know, not compulsory but it is recommended.  Whether the Talons turn up, therefore, is up to them.

Let's see who attends first...

(( Note - if your Talon is not attending the meeting please let me know so that I can start a new, appropriately-scened thread.  Otherwise feel free to post your character's arrival as you see fit.  Remember that this scene takes place at the end of Day 2, so please also include a synopsis of the previous 18 hours' activities.  Presumably it'll include sleep at some point. ))

Zyra was first to arrive as she needed to be on hand to ensure the set-up was as she liked and that other 'preparations' were in place.  She had not been idle the past few days and had rarely been near the hotel.  She felt especially comfortable as she'd spent the majority of the day, sitting on the beach alternating between catching up on her various business concerns and reading a trashy romance holonovel she'd been meaning check out for some time.

The set-up in the funstion room was familiar to the more veteran Talons; a round table with enough comfortable chairs for the whole team.  Long side tables carried the complimentary food and drinks.  Also on the side table was a small holographic projector which could be used to order drinks if Talons wanted to purchase something not provided free.  By the holoviewer was a datapad listing the various dinner options available this evening, a Talon merely needed to enter their menu choices and their name.

Whilst she waited for the others, Zyra sipped a glass of green wine she'd ordered from the bar and flicked through a datapad with her other hand.

Mika had spent the bulk of the time working on the swoop, getting it back into standard trim and then seeing what she could do to make it better than factory defaults.  Of course, once the headache had faded, she was able to get herself a pretty solid nights rest as well.  While that put her in a much better frame of mind, she's still a bit put out at her poor showing, not even managing to finish the race.

Looking around the room, she seems quite out of place.  She'd taken a few minutes out of her efforts to hit the fresher and change into some clothes that weren't so grease spotted and soot covered.  The spacers boots had come out a bit better, at least the scuff marks were gone, but they weren't for show and they showed signs of years of active service.  Mika's hair, always unruly, was no exception on this occasion.

Looking about, Mika figures she can at least sit on the chairs without leaving marks, not that she was overly concerned with such things.  Let the cleaning droids worry about it, that's what they're programmed for.

"Hi, having fun?" she greets Zyra as she moves over to investigate the snacks.  She's like it better if it weren't so fancy, she was a fast food/greasy spoon sort of person, not one to really appreciate the finer foods.  Still, it was free and some of it looked pretty tasty and she hadn't eaten since before the race, so she was pretty hungry.  Taking a plate, she piles it three layers high with the types of foods she can identify, finds herself a drink and settles down to start grazing.

Zyra looked over Mika's ensemble and couldn't help but smile.  While Mika was dressed in her usual mechanics clothes, the Zabrak was wearing a very formal form fitting, ankle-length dress in a cloth of shimmering jade green.  She wore simple but elegant sandals on her feet, she wore a necklace studded with emeralds a pair of earrings also in green and several expensive looking rings.  Her horns had been gilded in gold.  Her hair had been washed until it shined and was artistically designed in a knot on the back of her head.

The two couldn't look more different.  While Mika looked ready to join a pit crew, Zyra was dressed like she should be attending a high society ball.

"Not yet." she answered with a wink.  "But I plan to have a great deal of fun tonight.  Rainbow is taking me to the opera.  I get to watch one of Awmod's finest operas while watching our commander squirm uncomfortably.  Who knows, I may manage to culture him a little."
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CC9 stomps into the room.  He's decided to forgo the form-fitting jade green shimmering dress and is in his usual metal.  He doesn't speak to either woman and instead simply stands near a wall and waits.  Personable droid, really.  Nonetheless if he's here then Cor almost certainly is by proxy - or could be at a moment's notice.

Mika shakes her head.  Why anyone would go to the opera, on purpose, was beyond her.  "I think I'd rather go to a Wookiee soft shoe dance when they've run out fresh meat.  But I hope you have a great time.". She gives a hint of her usual impish smile.  All things being equal, she was pleased the headache had faded away.