"Deal." Hrnako Fon opened his bag and placed 1500 creds in front of Kya. "1500 now and 2000 when I get what I came for." The clone nodded, then stood from the bar, eyeing the bartender as if he had more to say, but instead started for the exit. "I need some supplies for the journey," Fon told Kya. "I'll meet you at the outpost entrance in an hour." His brown eyes narrowed, scouting the bar until he spotted the contact; then, with a fleeting smirk, the clone left through the exit.<br/><br/>"Are you sure we want part of that?" Fel asked, tossing a few creds to the barman. Then, looking in the mirror, she saw their contact leave the cantina. From experience, she sat tight for a few seconds before exiting with Kya.<br/><br/>The women maneuvered through the crowded market with Fel admiring fabrics and trinkets while they kept an eye on the hooded figure. A Bith merchant offered the girls discounts on his goods, but Fel passed, moving casually but always keeping the contact in sight. They moved across the market when he disappeared into an alley, matching his speed and pace. Weequay guards kept eyeing the ladies, ensuring Fel and Kya noticed them.<br/><br/>"And we're still paying for my fubar act of decency in this … place." There were no Imperials on Florrum, but Fel didn't feel any safer. The risk of integration was low, but harm and death were all too likely. She didn't fault Kya. Obviously, to the other woman, the planet was a haven with the right attitude and precautions. However, the Corellian was uneasy about heading to a salver's den with an aging clone.<br/><br/>From the alley, the contact ducked into a private residence. The two women followed. "You know this guy, so let's get this over with," Fel said, waiting for Kya to make the introductions. Once inside, they were met with several blasters aimed at their heads, surrounded by four heavily armed resistance members.<br/><br/>"Weapons on the table," a Rodian said, motioning toward a small table by a closed door. The ladies begrudgingly complied and were escorted deeper into the dwelling. At least one guard, dressed in makeshift armor, covered every room. Finally, they were taken into a small kitchen area where the cloaked figure sat at the table.<br/><br/>"Please sit," said the figure, pointing to two chairs. "I understand you have something for me to appraise." Fel nodded and slowly went for her backpack, removing a holodisk and placing it on the table. The contact waved off his guards and activated the holo.<br/><br/>"Oh, my stars …."<br/><br/><div class="bbCodeSpoiler">
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</div><br/>Finally removing his cloak, the contact studied the holo briefly before shutting it down and leaving. "Thank you, ladies," he said. "My people will show you out."