The holo in the room rang and then auto-activated.  Wait, no the cleaning droid did that.  Sneaky blighter.<br/><br/>"Friends, I thank you for arriving in a timely fashion," spoke a garbled voice.  As the holorecorder focused in, a silhouetted figure stared at the camera.  They were a bulky enough figure, perhaps a bit thicker than any healthy figure should appear.<br/><br/>"I am Nestegg.  You two have been called because your talents uniquely suit you to resolving a situation that we feel may be in the combined interest of all of those who wish peace throughout the galaxy." Nestegg did not move as they addressed the recorder.  "An arms dealer is preparing for an off planet meeting with a Confederate sympathizer.  We believe this arms dealer will be willing to supply would-be Confederates, anarchists, and other opposition forces on Republic controlled worlds.  While it would be preferable if the arms dealer never met with this sympathizer at all, it'd be far more preferable if the plan was disrupted and the sympathizer was positively identified or...rendered impotent.  The arms dealer is currently at a nearby cantina, likely hoping to round out his crew."<br/><br/>The address and the picture of the place appeared on screen.  It was a low class joint on the edge of an office complex and an industrial complex, but at least it had a Rodian pulling security at the door.  And then, a picture of the arm's dealer.  He was a dark skinned man with his black hair clipped close to the scalp.   He looked skinny, but you didn't need to be very fit to shoot someone with the latest in blaster technology.<br/><br/>Nestegg appeared on screen once more.  "Questions?"