It was dark in this particular space on the planet of Corellia. When the politics and business of the Republic died down into it's melancholic slumber and the only running were the shipyards and crime dens. Amur hated being, she hated this planet, she hated the people that lived here, yet here she was sticking to the shadows and walking amongst it's alleys and causeways. She was in search of information, information that meant she might have to sneak into the government district and pry her way into it's dirty, ugly secrets.
She started with the criminals, the criminals were the underground lifeline of the planet and she was intent on using that to get what she wanted. What she wanted was not secrets for her to give to the empire, no this piece of espionage was on something much more personal. She wanted to find all about Dex Luval, his secrets, his dirty vices, his favorite toilet if she could take advantage of it. She wanted some much needed alone time for the two, so that way she could turn him inside out.
The Sith soon had to take cover in one of the many nooks that these back dens held as she heard the whirring of a passing patrol speeder. She was making her way to one of the many sewers, history told her that Dex was dirty and had his hands in many different criminal pies. Hopefully she could walk in, bust some heads, sever a few more and get someone to talk. She could taste something in the air as she walked, an anticipation, and that combined with being in such risque territory made her feel alive.