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『Where : Nal Hutta - Hutt's Hangover 』 ⊹ 『With : Unknown Rodian 』 ⊹ 『Thoughts : Can't trust this Rodian 』
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I will hunt them down...

She looked the Rodian over.
"And what business is it of yours who I look for and why?"
She didn't like this. Whilst she'd made no secret of her search she'd found it true that if someone was willing to give you information there was a reason. She kept her hands out of sight, under the table. If she had to she'd shoot the nosy piece of drek and leave. Though that probably wouldn't help her search any. She'd had to be careful about revealing herself so she'd left her saber on board the Talon and come armed with a pistol. It was far from her weapon of choice but it would do.

Stav Kesh - Kad's Quarters

Kad was getting ready to go meet with the council before leaving though he decided he'd wear his grandfather's armor. Figured it'd make a statement. He strapped on his mostly silver armor he'd left the shoulder plates the dull green of his grandfather's armor. "this should make an impression" he left the helmet off and clipped his lightsabers to his belt and strode out the door.

Tython - Council Chambers

Kad strode into the council chambers and dropped to one knee.
"You called for me?"
He stood up to face the council members that called him to audience. the weight of his grandfathers armor resting on him. but it felt right.

Skandaronous ignored the secretary by the way. He had moved too silently for her to notice.

Coruscant - Temple Lower Levels - Vic's Offices
The tone in this mans voice upset him a little as he walked through the doors. "Who do you think it is!? You are the one who told me to come to you in your office after I was done in the bacta tanks!" Skandaronous exclaimed with a growling his in response. Calming himself a little he then stated with a bow, "What is your first task that you have for me?"

Tygren let out a sigh as he set down his bag and the cage of ysalamir, "It would seem that the master has been gone for some time." he walked over to the enclosure containing the togruta's thimiar, he grabbed the bag out feed out from under the desk and poured it into the feeder. Reaching in he stroked one of the animals under its chin before walking over to the small dresser near the door "I really ought to move all this to my quarters but I don't always have time to return their between missions." the vornskr tilted its head at him as he dug through the drawers. Settling on a simple light brown shirt and pant set he took one last look around the room before moving to the door "Miri stay here, and don't eat the ysalamir, we need them for the time being." the hound let out a whine and walked over to the bed curled up on the foot. Shaking his head at the intelligence the animal possessed he walked out of the room and started to make his way to the temples medical facilities.

『Where : Nal Hutta - Hutt's Hangover 』 ⊹ 『With : Unknown Rodian 』 ⊹ 『Thoughts : Can't trust this Rodian 』
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I will hunt them down...

"Curiosity is a bad habit to keep Rodian. And what Captain Dawson is or isn't to me is none of your concern. If all you wanted to do was make yourself sound smarter than you are, by hiding behind smalltalk, then I think i'll be taking my leave."
This casual conversation wasn't getting her anywhere and the man was about as shady as they come. She'd learned nothing so far, true, but it was a darn sight better than sitting here and being given the run around. If he had information worth hearing then that'd be one thing. But She wasn't interested in speculation and gossip.

"Small talk, leads the way to so much more," he paused looking over his shoulder at a table towards the middle of the bar. "You see the houk, the ugly one, he works for Dawson, its his job to stop people from asking questions, the trandoshan across from him takes care of the bodies." a serving girl came over and set down the two drinks he had requested earlier, he smiled and the woman walked off "I'll be frank Dawson is a very strange one, perhaps he was always like that perhaps it was the loss of the captain..." the rodian took one of the glasses and took a drink "He was a gentle man after her death, even letting his men scatter to the wind, but this ordeal with the Hutt he has called them back. It does not bode well." the rodian shook his head in dismay "I blame the girl, the short one black hair. She never seemed to say a word, but something was off about her. Captain didn't seem to notice and that concerns me." he took another sip of his drink, it was a cheap whiskey but it had a kick

Coruscant - Temple Lower Levels - Vic's Offices

Finally something to do other than wandering around looking for stuff. But why Hoth? Skandaronous thought as Vic got the materials together for his mission. "So find them and report back when I have right? Easy task." At the mention of his face being slammed into the wall for killing imperials,He chuckled. Knowing he would get either a questioning or annoyed look he stated: "My face-print into your durasteel wall would be quite amusing. Just imagine having to look at the indent of my ugly mug until you can get it fixed. It might just make you more angry for me to ruin such a nice looking wall."