Commonality

[Doyle]

The deal was made. That was the important part. Einon finished his drink, watching as [member="Dorin Arkx"] replaced his visor. It was time to get to work, it seemed. Or at the very least, get Dorin onto some tasks.

"Right then." He handed back the datapad, but not before adding in his contact details. "Since you have such clear knowledge on these Sith Warbeasts, we're going to use some of them and capture the rest. Outright killing them might not be necessary.
At least not yet. It's a dirty tactic, but we could use them against the Sith Imperial forces. I've gotta finish getting these shield generators in working order." He was smart enough not to reveal every tactic. The least that people knew, the better.

"When you're finished, contact me and I'll have more tasks ready for you." But that all depended on how soon the resistance would begin.

 

[Kyyrk]

Dorin nodded once, taking the datapad. "Understood."

He tapped the datapad, pulling up a contact and preparing to call them. He muttered, loud enough for [member="Einon"] to hear, but clearly speaking to himself, "May the fates smile upon my hunt, and may I bring peace to my ancestors..."

He turned, tapping the call button and striding out into the cool night air. "Councilor. I'm postponing the mission to Tatooine. Something came up on Commenor."

He paused outside the door, glancing back into the bar. The councilor spoke for a moment, and Dorin sighed. "This is the best lead we've ever had, Councilor. It's one of the few planets he's directly referenced. If he left anything here, You and I can both agree we don't want the Sith finding it."

There was a long pause. "I'm glad you see it that way, Councilor. I'll contact you if anything else changes."

Dorin turned to stride off into the night, away from the bar and into the alleyways where he might move unnoticed. He dialed another contact. "Commander. It's Dorin again. Listen, I've realized there's something I overlooked about your boss's containment pens..."

 

[Doyle]

Religion.

Superstitions.

Rituals.

Einon didn't partake in any of those things. He never did. Just the same that he never indulged in any of his personal life to anyone that he worked for or with.

He lost his girlfriend in Munto City. When it was destroyed, she was turned to ash right along with it. Snuffed out of existence in a split second. Einon had put a crystal flower down at the Munto City memorial, along with hundreds of thousands of others. No one would be able to pick it out from the rest, but it didn't matter to him. He wouldn't be returning there for a long time anyways. She was dead, along with millions of others. He just let it go.

Overhearing [member="Dorin Arkx"] , he figured that the man was entirely different. But that was alright. Most people were.

At least things were moving forward. Plans were well under way on planet. Hopefully things were running smoothly off planet as well. But they'd find that out soon enough.

Einon walked through the bar and headed out. He had plenty to do and the night was still young. With each passing day, the Commenori were another day closer to freedom.