The inside man [Krest]

[NightSister]

After a brief but frustrating period in which Scarlett had been given no jobs in her main and preferred field of work, espionage, she'd finally been tasked without tracking down and observing a Zabrak associated with the CIS and the Mandalorians. All she had to go on was a brief physical description and the assurance that he would be in Mandalore at least every now and again, but that was more than enough for the Viper.

Having spent the majority of her youth on the planet, Scarlett was no stranger to Mandalorians and their culture and easily blended into the crowd as she waited in the center of a large plaza, browsing on her datapad. Although she was in fact using the device - she was hoping to secure a performance just in case her target appeared to be the sort to frequent nightclubs - Scarlett had adjusted the brightness enough that it reflected her nearby surroundings, and had fixed her hair so that it would be near impossible to tell where her eyes were directed. Worst case scenario, she could take the nightclub job and depart the next day a few credits richer to seek her target elsewhere.

[member="Krest"]

 

[Dezoti]

It wouldn't be long for [member="Scarlett Orion"] to notice the taller red man walking right into the bar. Or nightclub, as the Mandalorians seemed to call it. Krest didn't care so long as he could drink. And drinking was what he planned to do. Without any sort of delay he went right to the bar and ordered his usual. Whisky. After the quick moment of pouring and handing over, the Zabrak went right to his favorite part, consumption.

Taking slow sips he would turn around to survey the bar, watching the native people and travelers of Mandalore enjoying themselves. Little did he know he was being watched. Krest certainly didn't expect to be. But the night may yet prove eventful.

 

[NightSister]

Scarlett spotted the tall Zabrak through her strategically placed bangs within moments - he was headed straight for the nightclub. So he was either a drinker or a party animal, she reasoned. Interesting.

After giving it a few minutes to make it less obvious that she was tailing him, Scarlett followed into the nightclub, shedding her heavy jacket for a more club-appropriate cocktail dress so as to blend in. She got the idea that it wouldn't help get information out of the target this time, but it was a club after all and Scarlett was an expert at mixing business with fun.

For a while she stayed at the sidelines - perhaps somebody would be meeting him to exchange intelligence of some kind - dancing and drinking and flirting to blend in but all the while keeping a close eye on the target. She didn't seem to be getting anywhere - so far all she knew was that he was with the Crusaders and the CIS and he liked his alcohol. All very interesting, but she needed to know what his job was in the groups, what they were up to, did they share a link of any sort, who were their enemies - intelligence, specifically the kind that could be sold.
If after a while nobody came to meet the Zabrak, Scarlett would wait until he next went up to the counter for a drink then she would line up behind him and ask for whatever he asked for. It was funny how often a similarity in drinking preferences was all it took to start up a conversation.

[member="Krest"]

 

[Dezoti]

He continued to drink, and never met a soul. All the Zabrak did was watch the others around him, and enjoy his drink. There was nothing of interest for [member="Scarlett Orion"] to note other than the twitch that was visible from his robotic arm. Every five minutes on the dot the limb would twitch, and the blue eyed man didn't seem to notice. Was it always that way and Krest had gotten use to it, or was it a new glitch?

Anyway, he did go back up to the bar to order himself a new drink of whisky, and he'd stay there. What else was he going to do?

 

[NightSister]

Minutes ticked by, and Scarlett grew more impatient. From her vantage point, she could occasionally spot the Zabrak's arm twitching, which either meant it was cybernetic or it was his body's subconscious way of showing something - was it nerves
Within ten or so minutes, she had decided that his stop at the nightclub had no ulterior motives - either that or the ulterior motive was running particularly late - and at last the man went up to the queue. Scarlett gave it a few seconds wait so it wasn't obvious, then quickly took the spot behind him. When he requested a glass of whiskey, Scarlett asked for the exact same, quickly and slightly loudly so that the Zabrak would pick up on it as he moved away, and she caught his eye for a moment before moving away herself. He was obviously the type who appreciated his alcohol - in her experience, men needed much less than that to begin a conversation. If not, well, she'd have to make the first move eventually.

[member="Krest"]