Suravi's moon had scattered settlements. This one, in particular, was no different than any other trade town. There were cantinas, warehouses, and trade stores aplenty, with a few residential pourstone hotels available for any traveling spacer.
The Jensaarri pretty much stuck to their own after the Omega Protectorate fell. Then the Galactic Alliance took over, and it was easy enough for the world and its moons to join. With the chaos going on with the Alliance, it wasn't hard to see that it was easy to find dealings with the Outer Rim Coalition.
After a few minutes of walking, Kaile made it to a small, nondescript store. There weren't many folk around, but the Lorrdian kept watch. Walking through the store, the woman checked the wares, keeping up with her situational awareness.
"You lookin' for anything, in particular, little lady?' The shopkeeper would ask. He was a portly elderly man with thinning hair and a smear of sweat over his brow.
"Got any Giju?" the man's mouth gave a twitch.
"Come on over here, and I might have some in the back." It had been a code word, a rather silly one, but hey, it was what it was.
The shopkeeper led Kaile off to the side, past a sliding door, and into a small room. It had two chairs, a table, and a layer of dust on the floor that could make anyone sneeze in allergies. One of the problems with living out here in the grasslands, dust just got everywhere.
He left her in there, to which case Kaile took to scanning the area. There were few security features hidden. So, she was in the right place.
Taking a seat, the blonde sighed. It was interrupted by the voice of another woman.
"Well, when I saw your message, I didn't expect to see you here." Kaile's attention was immediately drawn to the right. Siara Kai, infobroker, seemed to appear out of thin air. Likely a stealth unit. Kaile gave a mental curse that she hadn't picked up on it.
"It's been...what...almost twelve years?" Kaile didn't know where Siara came from, but she was human, with dark black hair and green eyes. She always had a sort of a predatory look about it. The last time Kaile dealt with her, she had been to gather information on Circe Savan before the time of the Protectorate, when the Lorrdian had worked as an agent for Omega Pyre.
"Give or take." Kaile began, keeping her expression neutral.
"So what do I owe this pleasure to?" Taking the back of the chair, Siara sat down, cocking her head to the side. Searching, reading, a half-wolfish grin on her face.
"Need a clean handle. Independent." There is no sense in beating around the system. Kaile took out a small datachip and slid it over to her.
"You don't need me to get you a clean handle." an arch of her brow spoke of her curiosity.
"No, but you do solid work, and I want it guaranteed."
"I don't work for free."
Kaile gave a purse of her lips.
"I didn't expect you to." Bringing her datapad, the Lorrdian pressed the holographic display. A small jungle world full of oceans came into view.
"I discovered a bunker six years back. It was full of prototype tech, droids, vehicles... you name it. The security was triggered, but the items are still there. From what I found, it was all original Imperial technology. It must have been an outpost that had been left behind."
Siara gave a glare. "A triggered alarm is not what I want to deal with," she added.
"No, but that's where the technology to get past socket guards is found." that brought a spark to Siara's eyes.
"I reckoned you'd like that."