Mr. Nine
For a private investigator, there was no hell-hole more lucrative than Denon. Toby had his eye on the planet for a while now, and seeming droid rebellion with the Hutt Space Consortium making their presence known at a concert, the Umbaran knew he had to go down the rabbit hole. But where to begin. There were seemingly infinite possibilities, from the location of the concert to the dead senator that seemed to be entangled in all of this post mortem. Toby had a different idea, however. Denon was, of course, the Darkwire's back yard. Another criminal organization moving into their territory would no doubt cause them problems. Were they terrorists? Yes, technically. Toby didn't care. When it came to what he saw as upholding his morality as an investigator, the law was simply a suggestion. And, when it came to Denon, the law may as well not exist.
So what was a private eye to do? It was rather simple. The Darkwire was sure to have eyes all across Denon. If he started leaving a trail, it wouldn't take long for someone to notice. With that in mind, Toby quickly went about leaving bread crumbs; Or rather, bodies. Smugglers and spice-runners affiliated with the Hutt Cartel began to mysteriously wind up unconscious and tied up in alleyways, their locations drawing a pretty straight line across the area, should one be curious enough to look from a bird's eye view. He had made sure to leave business cards as well, hopefully to give anyone curious the idea that he may just want to have a chat. And Toby was going to get himself a chat, even if he had to bust a few heads to do so.
The Umbaran was in yet another alleyway, dragging the unconscious body of a Pantoran man. The Pantoran had a black eye, a dislocated jaw, and his jacket had seemingly been torn up from a tumble of sorts. Toby himself had a bruised cheek, but nothing more that was noticable.
"Real scrappy bugger, aren'tcha?" Toby swore in a muttered tone as he threw the drug dealer against a nearby dumpster. "I suppose next time I'll find myself a bat. Save me the headache..."
Toby glanced up, scanning the alleyway before leaning against a wall.
"Well, I've roughed up enough of you bastards. Maybe I'll wait here for a few..."