Nar Shaddaa. A cesspool of scum and villainy second only to the senate building and the ideal place to lay low and shoot up whatever cheap chems you can get for under a chit. Naturally, it's also a great place to find a scoop - maybe the rumours about where the ships at a recent auction have come from might lead to something?
But no, I'd been here for about three days, and nothing turned up.
Do you know what I did? A blast from the past. I'm sure that readers will recall the scoop that a certain Gareth Gin had been captured. As I'd been looking into the auctions 'supply chain', I began to pick up on gossip that Gareth was no longer lounging at the Consortium's leisure, so to speak.
At first, I didn't believe it, but then I heard it again from a rodian spice addict and thought it probably was worth investigating.
I headed to all of his old haunts and turned up nothing. But, of course, that makes sense; that would be the first place the hunters would look. Sooner or later, people started to stop speaking to me, and the rumours dried up like a moisture spill on a Tatooine. However, I returned to my room at four in the morning and became aware I was being followed.
Specifically, I became aware I was being followed when an eight-foot-tall muscle-bound monstered pinned me to the wall and asked why I was 'sniffing around his business'. Apparently, 'it would make a good story' was good enough for him, and the mad fuzzball let me go.
I snapped a still of his mugshot through the feed of my cybernetic, and there it is, bold as brass.
Gareth in the flesh.
It looks like he's slipped his chains and is back on the streets. Make sure your door is locked at night, kids.
OOC - @Versok