Omega was not under the control of neither the Republic nor the Empire, and they all liked it that way. For decades, that has been the case; a city-station full of criminals and gangs, and no laws besides those unspoken. As the de facto leader of Omega, Aria was in charge of keeping it away from the clawing fingertips of the major governing bodies in the galaxy.

She had been aware of the Jedi since before they’d even touched foot on her station. She knew their every step; their every glance was reported to her. She wasn’t a large fan of such beings in her home. When they came straight to her club – with little prompting, even – she knew it was happening. That was why she sat now, gaze unwavering as she took in the saber on their hip.

“Jedi,” she mused with air almost that of mockery rather than respect, “what brings you to my station?”