Councilman

Neon lights blur the wet tarmac, the only light source one can use to navigate the bleak overcast alleyways and shattered glass ridden streets. The city of Riviera situated on the planet of Frak receives little recognition for its existence among its rich planetary neighbors, not since gangs and corrupt businesses overthrew local authorities due to cost of living surged in government tax, local food and fuel prices. A matte black hover car bellows through the filth-invested alley stopping opposite a hidden dive bar, its doors open smoothly by a security guard, a black leather toecap shoe emerging to splash a small puddle forming on the road.

The councilman steps out from the idle hover car scanning the dim street stretching into the night from both directions, his black and white pinstripe suit is rarity to locals and expressing wealth not seen in Frak for generations, a slim but strong build fills out his shirt and jacket with the with edges and corners of tattoos creeping out at the sleeves and collar stopping just over the adam's apple. Accompanied by a single security guard in a similar but cheaper straight black suit and boots the councilman enters the low grade rundown bar with overt music playing at a volume perfect for obscuring conversations between parties from one grimy table booth to another.

Accompanied by a single security guard in a similar but cheaper straight black suit and boots the councilman enters the low grade rundown bar with overt music playing at a volume perfect for obscuring conversations between parties from one grimy table booth to another.
Across the room in a corner booth with torn leather seats and a paint peeling rusty table sits a man dressed in a long trench coat wearing an outback hat and sunglasses. The councilman approaches the booth and wipes away what he can of dust and dirt living on the seat before sitting opposed to the man known as Xavier, the councilman’s face is mirrored back at him in the tinted out lenses showing a unpleased and suspicious facial expression.

The security guard takes a seat at the bar counter just across the room surveying the surroundings. “Can you see with those on ? ” say’s the councilman, his tone dismissive as he glances at the room waiting for a reply. “I can see just fine, Ruddy” replies Xavier fixing his glasses as his smile grows bigger, appearing devious in front of the councilman. “What are you smiling at Xavier ?” the councilman asks, “I’m smiling at the potential business we’ll be doing together Ruddy, c’mon you only meet me when there’s no one else to do a deal with” Xavier replies. “True, you’re the only one I can depend on to roll in your own filth if there’s money to be made” says the councilman with a smug look and snigger. “Careful now” Xavier replies bluntly, interrupting and withdrawing his grin to maintain a cold expressionless appearance. “I have shipments of chromoxide ready to be delivered to Nyan, a planet not too far for you and your crew, I can offer fifty thousand gewels for you once delivery is complete and a five thousand retainer to be available for the next shipment down the line ” says the councilman sensing Xavier’s displeasure regarding his last comment.

“Very gracious of you, but something doesn’t sit right, how long is the trip to Nyan? I want the distance for the sake of my crew” Xavier asks as he adjusts his outback hat whilst looking down at his unwashed cargo pants and boots covered in small splotches of oil and grease. “Nyan is four portal highways away”, the councilman said sharply. “Important detail to leave out Ruddy, that's a long time for my crew to transport and only fifty thousand? Why does Nyan need chromoxide?” says Xaxier grinning and laughing with curiosity as fixates on the councilman's intentions. “It’s to support a war effort and that as much as I can say, the route to Nyan carries no risk of being attacked, after the second portal Nyan’s planetary authority will provide escort for your ship to the depot” the councilman explained, keeping a stoic look on his face.