Spaceport

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*Continued from "In the Hanger Bay*

Beskad (Geth Kai-No):
We come out of hyper space and I transmit a request for clearance to land, using a transponder spoofer to change the ships name to the Lucille KR 12. I am directed to land in the capital city and make my way there. As I make my decent I take in my surroundings and land in a fairly normal docking area. I load up and head out. "C1, stay with the ship. I want you to look for any info on our quarry over the local com traffic. Maybe log into the net and see if there's any info there. I'll try to check in every hour or so. If you haven't heard from me for more than 4 consecutive hours, page for me and if you can't reach me, contact the commandant of the local Garrison. They may be able to help find me." and with that I disembark.

After I pay for my docking, I head out into the city, wandering around in a semi random search pattern, but making my way to a local tavern or cantina in search of intel, with my external mic picking up the locals talk. If I hear anything that stands out, I stick around and listen for a minute or two, till the conversation loses its interest for me, until I reach the cantina.

[Farren Sefu]

The cantina was crowded with workers and business men of all kinds. There was even a cluster of low-level human Imperial officers, most surrounded by scantily clad female Twi’leks. Thanks to the amount of prou being consumed, one of the men didn’t even notice when his companion relieved him of his credit pouch and slipped it to her friend. It wasn’t long, however, before the bounty hunter was noticed by someone.

“You! Bounty hunter! Come over here,” said the bartender, a young adult Twi’lek male with brown skin and white markings on his lekku. “Don’t get many Mandalorians in these days. Didn’t think the Empire allowed you to operate in this neck of the galaxy. What are you looking for before someone gets carried away and starts shooting up my dad’s bar?”

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Beskad (Geth Kai-No):

With a chuckle, I make my way to the bartender. "My good sir, if a fight breaks out, I would hardly start it. But I take your point. I have been sent, ironically enough by your prior statement, by the Empire. Seems a Gotal has been causing trouble for them for a bit now." I lean in a little closer and tell him "Goes by the name Dorn Bishto. Know anything that might help me find him?"

[Farren Sefu]

The bartender considered what the bounty hunter was saying, before speaking himself. “The Empire is still using bounty hunters on purpose, eh? Well, then. I guess I have to do my civic duty and help out. I can’t name names, but I did see a Gotal hanging out with some other offworlders. Last I saw, they were loitering around the loading docks, but have since dispersed. Like I said, I don’t know any names, so I can’t promise that the Gotal I saw is the same one you’re looking for. Best I can do, I’m afraid.” The bartender put down the rag in his hand and snapped his fingers. A waitress droid rolled over in response. “Tell you what, bounty hunter. If that ends up not being who you’re looking for, come on back and I’ll have my droid here give you a drink on the house. If it is, come back anyway and you can pay for that drink!” He gave a wink and laughed at his offer. He would go back to his work unless he was re-engaged in conversation.

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Beskad (Geth Kai-No)

With a chuckle I respond "I'm sure the Empire appreciates your help. I know I do. And I will take you up on that drink, if I don't find my prey today. Thanks once more. I'll get out of here before any trouble finds me." And I proceed to exit the establishment with a chuckle. I turn down the street towards the landing bays and the Loading Docks, since it seems like it's the best lead I have currently. 

On my walk to the Docks, I send a message to C1 checking in. Message reads: "C1, following possible lead to Loading docks and shipping area. Check in if anything comes in on your end." Once I receive his affirmative response, I begin to scan crowd as I walk, looking for any sign of my prey, as well as listening for tidbits of intel. I nod to a handful of troopers as they pass, and just generally try to be as unobtrusive as a man of my stature in full Beskargaam with a blaster rifle over his shoulder can be. If anyone stops to ask about my rifle I show them the license (legit) on my data pad in the right gauntlet. Once I get to loading docks, I ask around if anyone saw a gotal and occasionally dropping the name, or if any new shipments of medical supplies had arrived recently.

[Farren Sefu]

One of the Twi’leks that Beskad questioned looked up and had a look of recognition on his face. “Matter of fact,” he said, “I saw a Gotal leave here not too long ago. He wasn’t alone, though. There was a female human and a tough looking droid of some kind with him. Came in on that honking patrol craft over there.” He pointed to the ship in question, which turned out to be an old busted up D-5 Mantis Patrol Craft. The ship was obviously old, but it looked like it had been modified with new engines and a hyperdrive system, as well as modern weapons. “Yeah, last I saw, the Gotal followed after an Imperial shipment of something, and his friends weren’t far behind. No clue where they went, though. Seems like it might be your man.” Without much more to say, the Twi’lek shrugged and went back to his work.

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Beskad (Geth Kai-No):
I thank the Twillek and make my way over to the ship. I investigate it and, finding that it is locked up tight, I find myself wishing I'd brought the Stun Grenades or droid poppers after all. I make my way to the stabilizers of the ship and unplug anything i can get at. If this isn't the right guys ship, then oh well. I need to do something. I finish my work there and am making my way to some cover, and hear C1 chime that an imperial channel just lit up with requests for back up at the hospital. I smile and change my plans. I hunker down in one of the stabilizer manifolds and draw my blaster rifle. Looking at the map on my wrist pad, I orient myself to be facing the route that appears to be most direct route back from the hospital. If I'm right and it's my target behind the trouble at the hospital, they'll be looking to make a quick get away. I ready myself and wait.