Surda sat at a small table near the back of the Jorgumandr Lounge, as she so often did. She preferred to surround herself with allies, relishing the experience of being surrounded by loyal officers after so long spent traversing the criminal underworld at the edges of Federation Space. She had poured her own drink, as usual, and it was not, as people so often thought, alcoholic, but rather a very sugar-rich fruit juice. She wasn’t expecting anyone, but she certainly wasn’t going to turn anyone away either.
-Surda, CoS