Coronet City

*Lana's'eyes were on her datapad as she walked through the city streets. Her pace was slow, in case she ran into someone while walking. Which was fortunate because it wasn't long before her lack of focus caused exactly that, a minor collision to be sure but it was enough to jolt her out of her reverie. She turned around to see who had hit her, and it was a human male, looking like he was in a hurry. He was at least polite enough to apologize, and not bad looking to boot. Huh...

She flashed a smile.*"What? No it's OK, I wasn't looking. No harm done at least, right?"*She was about to turn to leave, when a last second thought occurred to her. It was a shot in the dark, sure, but it couldn't hurt to ask.*"OK...this might be a bit sudden, but you wouldn't happen to know anyone who's hiring would you? I got back into town just now and I need a job."*She didn't expect him to have any answers, but one never knew...*

what every you need darling, it take me a bit to get this all.

In that time Tamar was off talking to another person, giving him something a data pad he was giving her something back. After this Tamara giving him a kiss on the cheek. Turning her attention to Zoe, couldn't help but smile at her. Knowing her it shouldn't be long but if you want could just have her have someone drop it by for us. Don't worry about credits it taken care of. It was amazing what could be done knowing a few dirty secret of some of the local business and families on the planet. Making her way back the way they staff letting there be heavy lending with some dragging of her feet. Only to stop and get a bag of the muffins and a large bag of coffee beans, after all she didn't know when she would have good coffee for a while. Quickly making her way back out the way they came from coming in view of the ship. It was then that her already slow pace was slower there was a gathering it would seem around the ship, great more to hide her self from. This boat she had join was getting full.

== Outside the White Whiskey Distillery, Coronet City's South Side ==

He had been waiting. Four days on the rooftop of the southeast building, the shabby excuse for a cooling unity where the company kept its product before shipments. It reeked of bird excrement and mud, and the rain on the third day did little to improve the smell. But the ever-living Force was singing many notes within his mind, singing with a melody that directed him to this place after the failed chase at Bela Vistal. An empty city, devoid of their quarry, was not so much disappointing as it was a waste of time and resources.

The song of the Force was one that kept him rooted in this place, bow and quiver at the ready as he lay on his stomach. The song did not disappoint either.

The very first night, he found them. One of the night shift workers on the docks, a hard-bitten man whose body bore the shrunkeness of one who has overindulged in spice and stims, walked out in the darkened hours of night, a crate of whiskey in his hands. Tall, broad shouldered, with a face covered in tattoos- his life's story writ there for all to see in the light two levels down. A murder. Many cycles in prison. Many goods sold under the table. Smuggling. And there, between the lines, was a mark which broke through the cadence of the ever living Force which brought Aleranus to this rooftop. A dissonant note, buried in the man's neck, which matched the one above Aleranus' eye.

The convict waited for only a moment before a speeder came around the corner of the distillery building across the lane. Within the vehicle, two more sentients- humanoids definitely- waited. They spoke briefly. The worker handed over the case of alcohol. The man in the passenger side of the speeder took it, and passed on a small metal case of what were stims. Only a few words were traded and Aleranus could hear none of them. But the speeder pulled away, the bald man opened the case, and partook of a deathstick laced with spice. He reeked of the stuff and Aleranus could smell it from this high up. How the man could work, intoxicated and smelling of Kessel, he would never know. Perhaps the cold or the leaking alcohol in the building hid the stench. Perhaps the man was only a night watchman and was the only one on duty in the building during these hours? It would explain how, for the next three days, he walked out with a case of liquor for the speeder and was never caught our fired. The security cameras would also be shut down as well. It wasn't easy for Aleranus to get over the fences undetected, following the song of the Force, and to simply drive in with a speeder would've been impossible.

So on the fourth night, the swap went as it had before. The man walked out. The speeder pulled up. The cases were exchanged. And as the speeder drove away, the bald one lit his death stick.

Habits were hard to break once made. So when Aleranus stood from the corner of the building, longbow drawn and arrow in place, the man had barely taken his third puff before he sent the quiet shaft sailing through the dark.

He didn't wait to see if the arrow found its mark. The sound of metal impacting flesh reached his ears as his hook and line attached to the side of the building. The body hit the ground with his feet. Turning, he saw the bald one flailing on his side, mouth moving wordlessly, a fish gasping for water while the pain in his body was intermingled with the chemical effects of the spices.

The arrow struck true, just beside the right lung, embedded in the bone of the rib cage. Not mortal. Definitely painful.

"Where is Xi-tien?" The boy asks. He turns the bald one on his back.

"D-! D-!" The man's mind is entering shock. No useful information leaves it as Aleranus binds the man's hands in place.

"Where is the Sith demon, Xi-tien?" The seconds are ticking by. He snaps the shaft from the arrowhead, leaving the point buried in the man's chest to keep the blood from spreading.

"N-! H-!"

There are only a few hours until the sun rises, and he will not be able to move the bald one from the warehouse to the temple in broad daylight. Not without being stopped by the authorities. Not before the man is taken into custody or worse, to a public hospital. And he will not be in any mood to talk until the spice leaves his system.

It is a three hour run to the Jedi temple, when unladen. Aleranus unfastens his master's lightsaber, activates it, cuts a circular hole in the linked fence across the lane with its bright green blade. He strings his bow, fastens his lightsaber. Kicks the bald man in the temple. Then, like a sack of so many potatoes, hoists the bald man over his shoulders, and begins to run...