Talak's investigation wasn't going all that well. His first order of business after leaving the hospital was to head to the hotel building that he knew the Barabel had spent time at. Some "persuasion" on the front desk man revealed some information about the Barabel, but he suspected it was all fake names and IDs.
Something about this thug told Talak that he wasn't from Coruscant, though. High end weaponry and assassins didn't have a tendency to come from Coruscant itself. Sure, he could have been from the underbelly, but he was even more likely to have come from the Outer Rim. The Five Syndicates had killers like that on their payroll, and the black markets out there flowed much more freely with that kind of gear.
Moreover, that was what his feelings told him. While there was a piece of him that hated the idea of simply taking his feelings on blind faith, he also knew that the Force was powerful. Far more so than he had even yet fully discovered.
So, he decided that even though the name might have been fake, it may have still been linked to a ship that might have docked here on world. If he could find docking logs, flight manifests, or even a ship transponder code, he might have a clue. What better place to start than the docking bays near where they'd last seen the target. It might be a slow process, but maybe his "feelings" would have some help with that, too.
As his mind mulled over all of his leads, it wandered briefly toward why he was doing this at all. Focusing on an individual like this wasn't the way of the Sith Eternal. The death of a single Bothan was inconsequential in the grand scheme, but something about the death just didn't sit right. Talak wanted vengeance, even though he couldn't fully understand why.
He arrived back at the warehouse and checked his datapad for nearby space ports. There were several others mulling the streets, but the Legionnaire hadn't a clue that Trys, too, had returned to the warehouse. They were both in for a surprise, it seemed.
Something about this thug told Talak that he wasn't from Coruscant, though. High end weaponry and assassins didn't have a tendency to come from Coruscant itself. Sure, he could have been from the underbelly, but he was even more likely to have come from the Outer Rim. The Five Syndicates had killers like that on their payroll, and the black markets out there flowed much more freely with that kind of gear.
Moreover, that was what his feelings told him. While there was a piece of him that hated the idea of simply taking his feelings on blind faith, he also knew that the Force was powerful. Far more so than he had even yet fully discovered.
So, he decided that even though the name might have been fake, it may have still been linked to a ship that might have docked here on world. If he could find docking logs, flight manifests, or even a ship transponder code, he might have a clue. What better place to start than the docking bays near where they'd last seen the target. It might be a slow process, but maybe his "feelings" would have some help with that, too.
As his mind mulled over all of his leads, it wandered briefly toward why he was doing this at all. Focusing on an individual like this wasn't the way of the Sith Eternal. The death of a single Bothan was inconsequential in the grand scheme, but something about the death just didn't sit right. Talak wanted vengeance, even though he couldn't fully understand why.
He arrived back at the warehouse and checked his datapad for nearby space ports. There were several others mulling the streets, but the Legionnaire hadn't a clue that Trys, too, had returned to the warehouse. They were both in for a surprise, it seemed.