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[Zef Halo]

Nar Shadaa.

Where else ?

The Grumpy Trandoshan was a century old established cantina on Nar Shadaa that was usually always thick with a fog of smoke within it. It served the patrons of Nar Shadaa as an entertainment location officially but primarily it was a hub of galactic-wide information.

All sold at the right price.

Here, Zef knew, that leads to those that murdered James Ticon and destroyed his family a few decades ago would be found. All he had to do was pay the right amount to the right broker. Too often would one be sold false information and too often that false information would turn fatal for the buyer who could not return to lay vengeance upon the poser broker.

Thus, he finally found a use of the Force.

[member="Keira Ticon"] was to get her a** over here soon. The scoundrel had given her the exact information and he would not be surprised if she knew well this place considering her past. Nonetheless, it was her gift with the Force that was important.

Chasing ghosts was a hard, almost impossible job.

Yet, the bathrobe space magic would certainly help in filtering what information was right and what information was wrong. Not only was the magic itself important but its user - the daughter of James Ticon as this whole 'mission' revolved around her and him.

Finding all the culprits that participated in the destruction of the Ticon family.

 

[Keira Priest]

Keira hadn't so much as lent a thought to the Smuggler's Moon in...awhile. The last time she could properly recall doing so had been years ago, when the Ravens were still flourishing at least partially and had opened a new casino on the planet, the Golden Nautolan. There was a fair chance the structure was still standing and in full swing given that the planet had been under the dominion of the Techno Union for quite some time. But that particular establishment wasn't to be her destination this time. No, she was headed to a place far less upscale and well-known, holding a priceless commodity far more worthwhile than anything the Ravens had built: information.

It hadn't really come as a surprise when Zef contacted her no more than a week after they had spoken detailing that he had found a place where they had a good chance of obtaining clearer details as to just who was responsible for the murder of her parents that left the entirety of her family in ruins. The man had always struck her as the resourceful sort even before she properly got to know him, and that fact had only been cemented of late. It seemed he was more determined to find closure than even she was, though it would certainly help ease her conscience to know that the culprits were either dead or soon to be, assuming any were left alive.

Getting away long enough to travel across the galaxy from Mandalorian Crusader space had been the difficult part, but once she set foot groundside she knew where to go almost instinctively. He was right in assuming she was familiar with the place, though she couldn't quite recall the last time she had been inside its doors. Even standing outside of it was nothing short of a trip into her past, and for a moment all she did was stand there studying the building, able to detect the smell of various illicit substances even from outside. This reminded her of all her old haunts from her dip into drugs as a tween on Corellia in the worst of ways, and somehow she liked it.

Taking a breath in order to steel herself she stepped inside, once again halting for a brief moment at the doorway and taking a cursory onceover of those inside. It took but a few seconds for her to locate him in the crowd with or without the aid of the ethereal, and soon enough she sat next to him at the bar, not speaking for a few moments. "You know, we should really stop meeting in places like this." The crooked smile on her face as she glanced to him communicated the opposite, but it was a conversation starter if it was anything at all. "What news do you have for me, then? Or is that what you've brought me here to find out?"

[member="Zef Halo"]

 

[Zef Halo]

"Where else ? " Zef chuckled slightly as he took a drag of his cigarette. As many of the patrons here, he had his verpine shatter pistol resting on the table. No need of it bothering him while he was trying to be comfortable in his seat. The scoundrel then continued directly to the point. He was like that and she was like that, too. No time for small talk. Ghosts disappear all the time

"And the second guess, yeah, I've brought you here to find out the news if we get any. Good catch. Hopefully, you will be good enough with the brokers."

His finger rose and pointed at a Rodian with a leather jacket and knee high boots.

"The Rodian there. He is number one." His finger then moved towards a Defel that was sitting alone on the bar and drinking a colorful fluid from a glass.

"The Defel. He is two." The scoundrel's finger then moved once again and pointed at a Human at the edge of the establishment.

"The Human there. He is Corellian, that's for sure. I put my best bet on him for legit information but who knows ?" Zef shrugged and then continued with a slightly more serious tone. "Do your magic. We need leads. Real leads."

He kept silent and gazing at her eyes for a few moments before he pulled his back backwards and away from her face. Afterwards, Zef gestured at the Rodian to come over.

"They all come here, just like as in an interview. Sit down, Qeryl. She got some questions for you." The smuggler tilted his head at Keira and nodded implying that she should begin her prying on the alien's mind. Seek out if any information he says is correct.

[member="Keira Ticon"]

 

[Keira Priest]

Her dark gaze looked over those loosely assembled, searching for anything of particular note and not coming up with much. But nearly an entire life spent in the criminal underworld had taught her such a thing could be deceiving. These people were dangerous, if not because of their individual capabilities, then because of their connections. And oftentimes it was the latter that gave someone true sway. Anyone could hold a blaster and pull the trigger, but very few had enough sway to set events into motion such as the murder of a crime lord and his wife. Once upon a time she herself had been capable of much of the same, with a simple slip of her surname on Corellia getting her a lot of places she shouldn't have rightly been.

Now it was like those days had never even existed, and the once great criminal empire she and her siblings were destined to inherit had crumbled and faded into nothingness as if it had never existed in the first place. In most ways Keira was back to square one, though she could still manage to sway others with nothing more than a few words, this time by dropping another name: Verd. But that wasn't quite who she was today. No, she was back to being Corellian through and through, shedding the skin of a Mandalorian and remembering what it was to be a career criminal. While she might not have felt near as invincible as she had in those days, she was good at putting on the act. And that was all these strangers - no, suspects - would see.

"You know, I would ask how you got them all here and what makes you think they're responsible, but I don't think I'd want to know." She flashed a crooked smile to show that she was mostly joking, distracting herself from the fact that all of this would likely require her to look back at some rather unpleasant memories. Nothing about her past after the death of her parents was a fairytale by any means, but it was a story she did her best to bury under a more happy recent history. "I hope you don't expect all of them to walk away if they pull something or say anything I don't like. This is a part of my life that I'm not willing to play merciful with. The Ticons might be all but gone, but who we are still lives on."

When the Rodian sat down she studied him for a few moments, form relaxed yet coiled and ready to strike for those capable of reading beneath the facade of a warrior. "I would like to remind you before we begin that if you pull anything, you will die. If you don't tell the truth, you won't like the consequences. Now," She shifted in her chair just slightly, "The name Ticon mean anything to you?"

[member="Zef Halo"]