Post by Zilfer on Aug 9, 2021 17:03:29 GMT -5
Despite sharing similarities with Coruscant, the ecumenopolis planet that was Taris was nothing like Coruscant. The Imperial Remnant had made it one of its larger bases and thus Arch Angel was able to find a good amount of work here in the Outer Rim. The Rim had always been a bit of a dangerous place and oddly the Remnant hadn't done much to really fix that, but there was an odd sort of stability it had brung. Arch Angel looked across the club ignoring the strobing light effects, and the blaring music that was being filtered out by his audio sensors. For someone else the mass of bodies rocking to an unheard rhythm might have been a bit off putting, but for Arch Angel it was just a natural thing to filter out the unneeded noise. His attention was across the room at a Twi'lek woman, sitting down across from an off duty Remnant officer. It had taken him a moment to be able to pick up their conversation but he managed to pick it up all the same.
"You sure you weren't followed?" asked Twi'lek looking around nervously, to which the human man smiled gesturing towards the crowd. "Unless you count the crowd here, then no. What's got you so spooked? Everything has worked out thus far hasn't it?" asked the man before lifting up a neon blue drink and downing it.
"It-ts nothing. Probably just me being paranoid, but for some reason I thought I had someone visit me last night, looking through my apartment," says the Twi'lek. Arch Angel was impressed, he had thought he had remained completely undetected at the intrusion of Eissal's place. She had been smart enough to keep her schedule and contacts somewhere safe. Arch Angel had guessed she kept her datapad on her at all times, and the one at the apartment was just for show. Not a bad precaution to take when you were a spy.
"It was probably just some Vagrant from the undercity looking for some unattended creds, it's not uncommon as you think, anyways I got you the information you asked for. The location of one of the Inquisition's training facilities," says the man holding up a hand at one of the passing workers before looking back to the Twi'lek who wore a bit of a panicked expression. "Relax, it's why we picked the club. There isn't anyone going to over hear us here. Though there is the matter of payment... I'm starting to think this information is a bit more valuable than your letting on but I'm willing to come to some sort of accommodation."
Arch Angel was a bit disappointed all things considered. He'd taken a job to find out who was leaking information, and now he had found the likely source and had recorded evidence of the conversation. He likely to send the audio and photographs of their meeting and the two would be rounded up by the Imperial Remnants agents soon enough. He spent a few moments drafting up his message and sending it off and he was about to stand and leave after transmitting the data for payment when suddenly Eissal tensed standing up.
"What is it? Backing out of the deal already? Come on..." says the man standing up and grabbing the Eissal's hand. Arch Angel had lost the thread of the conversation not really concerned with what agreements had been arranged when it was unlikely any of it would come to fruition, that being said he was pretty sure he could guess what the man has asked for, as he got a knee into the groin.
"Looks like my cover is blown, thanks for the information and good luck with your superiors," says the Twi'lek reaching down and scooping up the datapad the man had. She stuff it in a bag and begins to walk quickly through the crowd. Now this was interesting, had she just been alerted from his report within moments of him sending the information about this meeting, or had it been coincidence? Well the job had been to find out who the traitor was not capture the person obtaining the information, but this was a curious development and he decided perhaps it might be worth following this Twi'lek.
"You sure you weren't followed?" asked Twi'lek looking around nervously, to which the human man smiled gesturing towards the crowd. "Unless you count the crowd here, then no. What's got you so spooked? Everything has worked out thus far hasn't it?" asked the man before lifting up a neon blue drink and downing it.
"It-ts nothing. Probably just me being paranoid, but for some reason I thought I had someone visit me last night, looking through my apartment," says the Twi'lek. Arch Angel was impressed, he had thought he had remained completely undetected at the intrusion of Eissal's place. She had been smart enough to keep her schedule and contacts somewhere safe. Arch Angel had guessed she kept her datapad on her at all times, and the one at the apartment was just for show. Not a bad precaution to take when you were a spy.
"It was probably just some Vagrant from the undercity looking for some unattended creds, it's not uncommon as you think, anyways I got you the information you asked for. The location of one of the Inquisition's training facilities," says the man holding up a hand at one of the passing workers before looking back to the Twi'lek who wore a bit of a panicked expression. "Relax, it's why we picked the club. There isn't anyone going to over hear us here. Though there is the matter of payment... I'm starting to think this information is a bit more valuable than your letting on but I'm willing to come to some sort of accommodation."
Arch Angel was a bit disappointed all things considered. He'd taken a job to find out who was leaking information, and now he had found the likely source and had recorded evidence of the conversation. He likely to send the audio and photographs of their meeting and the two would be rounded up by the Imperial Remnants agents soon enough. He spent a few moments drafting up his message and sending it off and he was about to stand and leave after transmitting the data for payment when suddenly Eissal tensed standing up.
"What is it? Backing out of the deal already? Come on..." says the man standing up and grabbing the Eissal's hand. Arch Angel had lost the thread of the conversation not really concerned with what agreements had been arranged when it was unlikely any of it would come to fruition, that being said he was pretty sure he could guess what the man has asked for, as he got a knee into the groin.
"Looks like my cover is blown, thanks for the information and good luck with your superiors," says the Twi'lek reaching down and scooping up the datapad the man had. She stuff it in a bag and begins to walk quickly through the crowd. Now this was interesting, had she just been alerted from his report within moments of him sending the information about this meeting, or had it been coincidence? Well the job had been to find out who the traitor was not capture the person obtaining the information, but this was a curious development and he decided perhaps it might be worth following this Twi'lek.