Walking into the Unknown

[Jorax]

*Jedi are rarely seen undercover on the Smuggler's Moon, but here was Kyle Stellar in the midst of every type of scum you could ever think of. Doing a Jedi's job would have been arresting each of them and sending them to jail, but today's mission was a little different. More of a informant kind of job. He was out on a mission to look for the one called the Consort.

None really knew about this organization or the head honcho and his followers, but there had been rumors of their recent activities of evil and of course, as a Jedi, Kyle informed the Jedi Council, which then in turn gave him a mission to see what they were up to. If deep cover was needed, the Jedi would help Kyle make it work.

Sitting in a typical bar drinking some ale, his eyes and ears were alert for any type of visual to help him get what he needed. His informant already told him that one of the followers would come around here every now and then to get a drink, and Kyle would be waiting, ready to pounce. He was even dressed like a bounty hunter, with the stolen Mandalorian gear and jetpack, blasters just resting on his waist. Should the time come to run, he would be ready as well.*

 

[Enishi]

Through the scope of his rifle, somthing of a shadow gazed. Removing his head from the scope, a shallow breath inhaled as the rifle was slung on his shoulder. Moving quickly, the shadow took a place by another corner of the roof of the skyscraper.

Nar Shaada was like a black smog; it was hard to move around, yet the darkness could easily hide you. Looking through the scope again, the shadow adjusted the sight till he had this stranger again. This shadow had no intention whatsoever of engaging this target, but somthing about him made this shadow of a figure feel... odd. Perhaps his salesmen instincts were kicking in; this could be a potential buyer.

But whether or not he should send his envoy to contact him fought a quiet battle inside his head. Somthing else told him not to do it; too risky of a person. Serge had been around this planet for quite sometime and seeing a newcomer was a strange sight; yet thousands of newcomers came and went everyday. Serge continued to look through the scope; he would need to warm up to this new guy before handing him the card. If he showed signs of notoriety, then he could be a potential buyer; if he showed signs of a republic soldier, he might need to kill him. Nothing personal, but he needed buissiness and no one ruining that buissiness.