Rosk sat at a table in the
Golden Claw, depressed and getting anxious. For three days they searched in vain for the identity of the robed figure in the images their boss provided, only to come up with no real leads. They were able to enhance one image that gave them a good look at a piece of jewelry the man wore, an item that was obviously signified a lifebond. It was of Talus make, but since Talus was currently in the hands of the New Order their investigation on that lead stopped there. This frustrated him, as it was likely the best lead they had.
Why did the Council decide to join the Coalition? He asked as he took another drink.
If we were still a completely independent government we would have been able to carry on our investigation without rousing too much suspicion from the New Order. Knowing how the New Order views aliens, they would have viewed their inquiry with suspicion, even if it was an inquiry about a fellow T’Doshok.
Not a fellow T’Doshok. Rosk reminded himself.
That man is tainted. A threat to our people, more so then Tiosk and his line ever was. A monster that needs to be destroyed.
A disturbing thought came to mind. Since that had to be a lifebond bracelet on the man’s wrist…did he have any children?
Blast it…there could be more of them. He said with a faint growl. He was never completely comfortable with killing children and the man didn’t look to be so old that he had
adult children.
Still…better to get rid of the tainted ones before they become an actual threat. He thought.
What also bothered him was more immediate: there was this scantly clad female that had been eyeing him ever since he came in.
Female he used loosely, as she was obviously a pleasure girl of some sort. While he had enjoyed the ‘services’ of such girls in the past, this one seemed to be different. Most pleasure girls he had met were somewhat down trodden with low self esteem: this was because usually the only Trandoshans that would lower themselves to sell their bodies like that were sterile, thus useless for anything else in the minds of many. This one though, there was no air of depression or lack of self worth at all. She watched him with keen, intelligent eyes and a smirk on her lips that gave him a bad feeling. Rosk could tell that she did more then just ‘pleasure’ work, if she did that kind of thing to begin with.
Her scales were a golden green in color, eyes of a fiery orange. She wore a black fishnet outfit, which barely had enough ‘solid’ fabric to cover her nether regions: typical pleasure girl attire. Currently she was causally sipping a glass that looked to be a kind of wine while leaning on a tall, small table, but showed no signs of being inhibited. Rosk figured she had such a high alcohol tolerance that it would put a pilot to shame or that wasn’t really an alcoholic beverage she was drinking. When she finally sauntered over to him he discovered it was the latter: there was no hint of alcohol at all on her breath.
“You seem troubled my friend.” She said smoothly. “Need someone to help ease it?”
“Taking your ‘offer’ wouldn’t solve my current problem.” He said flatly.
“Ah that is true…such things would only be a temporary distraction, no real help at all.” She said, Rosk noticing a slight arrogant air about her. She acted like she was a noble in a way….
“Then why are you still beside me?” Rosk growled.
“Hmm…well now….” She sat down beside him and leaned on him with one elbow on his shoulder. Rosk subconsciously shied away from her slightly when she moved her face close to his. “I offer ‘other’ services then ones dealing with ‘pleasure’.” She whispered to him. “Smuggling, information, maybe assassination if the offer is right….”
The ‘information’ part piqued his interest, though he tried not to show it: from her broadening grin though he could tell she caught it. “You do all that?” He asked, playing the game.
“Not by myself.” She admitted, drawing back from him a bit. “I...have access to contacts you may not otherwise think about.”
“I doubt that…my group has pretty extensive contact list. A pleasure girl like you….”
“I don’t work as a pleasure girl.” She said, a bit of anger in her voice. “I only let people think I am. Now, you may have contacts in many circles, but I may have contacts in circles you didn’t think about. That of course…depends on what your ‘problem’ is.”
Rosk thought a moment about this. He was sick of this woman, yet for all the arrogant air about her she seemed sincere enough. He decided to tell her, thinking about how funny it would be to see her face when she realized she couldn’t help him. After all, what could she do if he and already exhausted all options? “We are looking to identify this man.” He said, removing the datapad that held the images and passed it to her. “A jedi. All we’ve been able to determine was that the bracelet he wears is of Talus make.”
“And Talus is under the control of the New Order, while we are under the Coalition, oh dear I do see your problem.” She said as she started studying the datapad’s contents. Rosk was starting to think he had won his private mental bet, but the more she looked at the images, the more angrier she became: it wasn’t the type of anger of not knowing the man, but that she
did know the man. “You are quite a bunch of idiots to not know who this man is.” She said finally.
Rosk bristled at the insult. “We looked at everything…”
“But the extremely obvious…” She said, cutting him off. “And even if it wasn’t that obvious I still would know who this bastard is.”
What in Scorekeepers name are the chances… Rosk thought. “You know who this is?” He asked.
“Yes….” There was venom in her voice. “It was him and his wife that forced my poor mother to disown me, leaving me with no inheritance when that old hag finally passes on. No only that, but he and his family have destroyed several of my endeavors over the years, the most recent was the Miknaks.”
“I’ve never even heard of someone like you being in the Miknaks.” Rosk said, doubtful.
“I sold them information and other things.” She said causally. “Was starting to see about going up in their ranks when those idiots suddenly got themselves caught or killed.” After a pause she asked. “So what do you intend to do with this man should I tell you who he is?”
“They are a threat to our people.” He said quietly. “A threat many are blind to, even blindly follow. My…’organization’ seeks to eliminate this threat in all it’s forms once an for all.”
Her grin was truly malicious. “Then you and I have similar goals.” She said. “I want nothing more then to see this man suffer and suffer painfully before the Scorekeeper takes him. His family as well. I will tell you now though that getting to him won’t be easy, considering the status he has.”
“We’ve dealt with high status people before.” Rosk said confidently. “So who is he?”
“Ah ah….” She said with a wag of her finger. “Not here…not now. Some of their supporters could be here.” She leaned close to him again and whispered some directions into his ear.
“Understood.” Rosk said, putting the datapad away as he took care to commit her directions to memory.
The girl then stood up abruptly and strode off stiffly, acting like he was a potential hit that shoved her offer away.
Clever He thought as he watched her resume her watchful pose over the crowd, acting like she was looking for another possible ‘hit’.
For one that doesn’t work as a pleasure girl…you know how to act like one. He got up and left the bar, deciding to take care of a few things before his ‘appointment’ that night….
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