The Sith Infiltrator flew through the Coruscanti traffic. It was a testament to Malus Bligh's piloting skills that the Sith Commander managed to maintain an equilibrium between the cars in front and behind the Bantha. Not knowing he was there, due to the erected cloak that made him invisible to their naked eyes, the cars would sometimes accelerate and slow down. If Malus did not fly the ship accordingly, then the car would crash into what would be mid air, and such a commotion would garner attention. Attention meant security and security warranted investigation. He had to avoid that at all costs...
Forty five minutes after vacating the back of the frigate he had used to smuggle himself and the Bantha back onto Coruscant, Malus arrived in the slums that had become the Works. Once upon a time where Darth Sidious's Galactic Empire and later, the governments that followed it following the successful victory of the Rebellion to restore the Republic, this area of Coruscant had been a ground of manufacture of starfighters and other necessities for the Imperial and Republic navies that they had come to serve. It had even been an area in which reactors supplied power across the entire planet, providing thousands of cities within one giant, colossal sized ones with enough energy to keep Coruscant running for an indefinite amount of time. Now, in the modern era, the Republic had worked to use the underground systems to supply power to galactic center and left behind an assortment of buildings and old factories that had become the hive of heinous villainy that could only be found in the most darkest of underground places. Perhaps only Nal Hutta or Mos Eisley's on Tatooine could provide a mightier criminal setting than this particular wasteland.
Using the Bantha's scanning devices, Malus found a landing spot that was currently empty and devoid of any miscreants that would be out for trouble. When the magnetic clamps landed, the Commander waited for another ten minutes, as the engines cooled down. Again, he was waiting for him and the Sith Infiltrator to be blown out of the ground or for some form of raiding party to come on board and arrest him. But after ten minutes, he had calmed down from the adrenaline sent about his system caused by the fear he had felt. He leaned forwards and drew a datapad from the dashboard. He unstrapped himself from the seat, so he could be comfortable in it, as he began to scroll through the list of names on the device.
He was searching for someone influential that the Empire's intelligence had provided him. Someone that could show him about the Works, for a fee. He also had the trump card in the form of Darth Vazela, who was on stand by and waiting to be called upon for a report, which he would send when he had one to deliver. But if anyone could convince a petty criminal to fall in line with his schemes, then it would be the Sith Lord behind the reconnaissance that he and Nova Thanewulf were currently undertaking.
When he selected a name, he brought up all of the information he had on the individual and studied it intently. When he was satisfied that he had the information committed to memory, he lifted himself to his feet, using his cane for support and went to the back of the ship to prepare for his meeting.
