"That obvious?" Fel asked, watching Kya scoff at her drink. "Corellian Security Force, Captain, or at least I was." The woman lowered her voice as she, too, scouted the room for the contact. "I worked with the imps or<i>for</i>them, as they would say. I loved that job until —" Her tone turned sour as she took a drink. "You're right. This garbage does taste like piss."<br/><br/>Fel pushed the glass away from her, glancing up at the mirror behind the bar. All manner of alien patrons engaged in conversation, making deals, or enjoying drinks between shifts at the hangars. The chatter mingled into one intelligible roar, which reminded the former Corsec officer of home and the bars around the shipyards.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, the cantina seemed to be full of locals. Not one person sat alone, but then maybe their contact wasn't alone. That she knew little of Kya's contact was not lost on Fel. Was there a contact at all? Undoubtedly. Had Kya wanted to ditch her, she had the opportunity when the outpost guards surrounded them. Besides, the way the smuggler scouted the bar, she at least knew what they looked like. Maybe it was a droid?<br/><br/>"I guess we wait," said Fel, pursuing a menu kiosk. "I'm starved and tired of ration bars."<br/><br/>Suddenly, the chaotic roar of chatter slowly ceased as the sounds of one heavy pair of boots entered. He was tall, dressed in black death trooper armor minus the helmet. The armor was heavily worn with dents, numerous scratches, and twelve red Xs painted on the belt. His hair was greying, mainly around the temples, and his voice was unmistakable – he was a clone.<br/><br/>"Morning," he said to the bartender, laying a bounty puck on the table. "Have you seen this lady?" he asked as a holo of an older female<i> Twi'lek hovered over the device. </i><br/><br/>"No, sir. I've not seen her here," answered the barkeep.<br/><br/>"So you have seen her?"<br/><br/>The barkeep's eyes shifted about, then he nodded. "I have, but she's long gone from –"<br/><br/>The man reached for a bag on his belt and slammed 200 credits on the table. "Where?"<br/><br/>"A small outpost," he began, his hand hovering over the credits. "It's roughly ten klicks from here."<br/><br/>The stranger nodded, allowing the barkeep to accept the credits. "Can I serve you anything, sir?" asked the tender.<br/><br/>The man in black sat next to Kya, gave her a polite nod, and asked, "What's good around here?"<br/><br/>As the silence around the bar ended and the clamor started again, Fel looked into the mirror to spot a long, cloaked figure in the back corner. She nudged Kya.<br/><br/>"The name's Hrnako Fon. I'm not from around here, and I'll need a guide. Five hundred credits now and 1500 more when I catch her. Do you know anyone who might be interested?"