"Well, how do I get to plan a meeting?" says Myitt with a grin.
Corliss wakes up with a start. "Whuh...Christ..." He rubs his eyes and looks around blearily. "****ing dreams, man," he murmurs, pulling out a nondescript package of gum and chomping on a piece.
Myitt glances at Corliss. "Good morning, sunshine," she says dully. She looks back at Mar. "Yeah, I found this place quite by accident, actually. It was in the earliest days of my little incursion with the Empire, cruising around real space, and I remember thinking one day that I really needed a drink. Not just a drink, but a place to go that wasn't Earth and wasn't the base, which back then was even more of a dump. And then this place appeared, like it was suddenly tacked onto my star charts. Labeled and everything. It's not every day a star chart sends you advertisements for a bar in space, so naturally I was suspicious. But I've been able to get here ever since, and I'll be damned if I'd ever heard of this planet or its moon, or even this system before that point."