<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">GM Post</span></span><br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Prologue</strong></span></strong></div><br/>The Incom transport made hisses as it settled in the dock on Starport 1, in the lower level away from the prying eyes of spacers just walking through.  A gloved hand would touch the panel on the holo terminal as the screen would glow to life.  The man's face was illuminated by the display as fingers tapped the panel to put in the numbers and elements to call his contact.  Encryption would take a few moments before the call would go through, the ship had been modified to have this kind of long range communication as it did not come standard on such a craft.<br/><br/>After a minute had passed the screen would flicker and the connection was made as a female's face appeared on the display over the terminal.  "Moff Yarfil's office."  The lips on the man who sat there would sneer as he looked to her.  "Put me through."  She would have a mild annoyance cross her features at the disregard for formality but there was no protest verbally before looked down.  There were no more words said before the screen would go a dull blue and then reconnect to the sight of a man with a thin mustache would appear.  The crow's feet that spread from his eyes and the wrinkles around his mouth would show his age as he would speak.  "Your report Operative."  His left hand sat on the console still as he looked towards the glowing image of the Moff in front of him and pondered how to phrase it all.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.collider.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/ed-skrein-slice-600x200.jpg)</div><br/>The silence hung for another moment before he would continue.  "This operation has been of a trying nature Moff Yarfil, I admit that our confidence was high that this mission would only take a few days to be completed.  It has now been over forty days in this den of thieves and pirates and we have finally found the headway we are looking for."  His temper bristled as the Moff would look down the best he could to impose his will, it was an old trick he had learned long ago.  "Operative I don't care to hear of your hardship, I only demand to hear the current status, do not waste my time.  I warn you I do not have another forty days to wait for results or I will be forced to pursue other personnel who can get the mission done."  It was a threat as plain as the stars themselves but the man did not shrink back in his chair.  "I understand.  There has been much headway.  I have connected with a group of pirates that operate on Skip 13, The Red Rancors, and through them have positioned to obtain most of the intelligence that we need to proceed with project Blackwing."<br/><br/>"And when will you have this information?"  The Moff asked as he still peered down at the operative.  "I will be making contact in the next day at a neutral site.  I have hired security but the price to secure it all is more than the funds I was dispatched with."  The mustache on the officer would twitch as he shook his head.  "You could have been more direct that you required resource assistance than wasting my time as if you had nothing to offer.  How much do you need for the trade?"  "one hundred thousand credits more."  "Very well, show me the results operative."  The screen would go to the dull blue that told him that he had terminated the feed.  A slight scoff escaped his lips as he knew that the Moff wouldn't last on this Skip longer than a few hours if he was without his men and his resources.  He would wait on the funds and then set the meeting, then it was the sooner he could get back on the comfortable confines of a star destroyer or Imperial base and out of this concentrated nest of the corrupt and criminal.<br/><br/><hr/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Chapter 1</strong></span></strong><br/>(https://planetdystopia.files.wordpress.com/2013/08/oldcity2.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dregs Cantina<br/><br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Day 146 3 BBY, Late Evening<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open to all<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The Dregs Cantina was not overly busy this late at night but it still held a few dozen people.  There were still two bartenders behind the bar as one seemed to barely be keeping his eyes open as the Twi'lek seemed much more alert than the dozing human.  A game of sabacc was played by three gamblers at a corner table as the display only fluttered a bit every now and again.  As far as anyone could tell the night was winding down as there would be quiet as the lights would dim down more soon to save energy and simulate the night on Corruscant.  The sound of a large group was there as the pirates known as the Red Rancors approached with the patches that denoted their gang worn proudly on flightsuits and armor alike.  A dozen of their members moved to the bar and rather badly hid the fact they were waiting on something as they all seemed to be looking around and towards the door far too much.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Information for Shaa Raa, Chia Luaneth, and Kea Elysar</div><div class="spoiler_body"> There have been many rumors going on about an individual going around looking for information on Smuggler's Run.  The identity of this person hasn't been confirmed but the information that they are looking for includes; detailed starmap to put Smuggler's Run on, routes that take larger ships into close range of Smuggler's Run, detailed holdings of many of the major gangs and pirate groups in the area, and even names of major leaders and players on the Run and their bounties.  All this information is rarely written down and just known for obvious reasons and even though there is no honor among thieves this seems suspect that it could be anything but a large criminal element trying to take hold of Smuggler's Run completely or worse Imperial.  You hear of a meeting that the Red Rancor pirates are taking at Dregs Cantina on Skip 1 to have  a major payday to move up their operation on Skip 13 to the next level and take it and more for themselves after it. </div></div><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Information for Tyron, Nealla, Ve'tralla, and Ayami-Jahna</div><div class="spoiler_body"> You hear rumors of a major deal going down at Dregs that could result in some sort of power struggle as the Red Rancors are talking very tough in the Claxon Club the last few days.  You know the deal is supposed to go down tonight.</div></div><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Information for Zebrin</div><div class="spoiler_body"> You see there is a lot of complex slicing being done to delete camera rolls outside certain areas in Skip 1, this likely is a master hacker but something in it seems far too surgical and you notice the camera system near and inside Dreg's Cantina is all disconnected now.  </div></div><br/>