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'Do Robots Dream of Electric Sheep?'
... Hastur had been waiting for what felt like a lifetime, the dull ticking of a primitive antique time keeper had felt like it had been slowing down incrementally minute by minute to a low droning where seconds had felt like minutes, and minutes felt like hours. Until eventually, the door sprung open, Hastur sharpened his attention on the entrance to see that it was yet another simple patron entering the hotel with a mistress linked to his arm. To his knowledge, neither of them had been seen by their many enemies which stalked the streets like feral cats in hunt of errant mice strewn about their home. The dreary sight and sound of rain combined with the exhaustion of the days events hit the young boy with a wave of tiredness and fatigue, his mind slipping as his eyes grew heavy. Barely able to keep them open by the time that Sigal opened the doors to the establishment, as she would spy men and women crowding the foyer... With the world as a blur, Hastur would spy the familiar colour pattern of his ally
'could it be..?'
“Sigal?” Hastur would speak aloud as he would rub his eyes, groggily standing from where he had been sitting to make his way over to her, removing his hands from his face, cocking his head upward to meet her eyes. “Are you ok? Were you followed? What should we do now?” He would ask the questions one after the other not allowing her to answer until he had finished. With his eyes clear he would observe her to see if she had come under any additional harm, though it did not seem so, a couple extra grazes and scratches which he likely did not catch before. She seemed solid, but, there was more to the scenario, something was wrong, she had seen something that Hastur hadn't. Hastur in turn would open up his painters palette of emotions, looking over them like colours in order to paint a tapestry of complexity rivaling Michelangelo. Worry, freight, fear and hope shining in his eyes in a subtle manner would wash over his face, gradually fading in as the tiredness would fade as he looked to his protector for guidance.
'Like a lost puppy... How could he be denied?'
... Hastur was a simple child, his ears awaiting a response he would likely agree with the next move regardless of what it was so long as it would push them into action, the longer they stayed anywhere, the greater the chance they had of being found. Not only that though, they needed to escape the planet and attempt to get another one that was within friendly boarders. Perhaps as payment for the information they were holding, so, that trade would have been performed easy enough... Their attackers could not simply shoot down every ship that was attempting to leave the city, because of simply how massive it was... a single assault corvette would not be a powerful enough ship to hold off a veritable pirate armada that would rise up against it, ripping it to shreds under the weight of dozens of pirates who had fought against authority figures since they were old enough to grip a blaster hilt.
But they had no idea how close the hounds had crept.
... The market district nearby, had been where Hastur had been made and lost, the information relayed to the silver knight, bringing his forefinger and thumb to the underneath of his chin, he would call for a soldier whom was holding a holomap of the area, overlooking it he could chart the direction that they seemed to be moving in approximately from their point of entry into the area. Leading to the red light district... Having the ability to sense objects of the force, he could not sense aything from the case that they were covering, the Jedi obviously had not been to this sector before, or their searches with people would have picked something up before-hand. The Jedi had to lay low, the red-light district was littered with locations where that would be possible, but they were not completely unpredictable... There was always a pattern to the Jedi, forged and cemented by the uniformity of their training.
Learning that pattern, meant everything.
... Hastur would point to the home that was on his own map, the subtle pyramid shape making it stand out among the homes around it, the proprietor of the den was the contact they were looking for. “Our contact is just outside of the northern industrial district between the CBD and the outskirts, the broker there is the guy who we can trust to spread the information to others quickly. He'll make a nice profit and we'll get what we need from him... but.” he thought aloud. “we have to get by all those men without attracting too much attention. The house is about fifteen minutes if we take the most direct route from here... we're so close.” Hastur somewhat whined, speaking lowly so that others around them were not capable of hearing the conversation clearly, purposefully muffling his voice though not quite whispering as he attempted to devise a plan of action, ready and willing to go by anything that was set out before him......
... Jedi new to any area were all the same... they would seek out a person to gain information from, the case they held didn't hold a force signature, so it was likely money or payment of some kind. The world was bordering sith space, so they had to be performing some aid operation here... The pieces of the puzzle were beginning to align... a sly grin would warp the beings face beneath his void black mask as he would signal for his men to follow suit, pointing to several targets on the map around the red light district, leaving a path to the north east less guarded than the others... he would lead a small team with himself in that direction, nearing the northern most district. All the while, the rest of them would spread out. Marking down his location, the chromatic soldier would zoom the holomap in on a single building, triangular in nature, it was the home of a famed information broker in the area, well known by the inhabitants of the world... could it all be so simple?
The simplest answer, was often the right one.