Malice Draclau
High Sith Priest
Tatooine
Mos Ila
No matter how much the galaxy around it changed, Tatooine was one of the planets that seemed would always remain the same. A hub serving some of the most dangerous figures in the criminal underworld. Not to mention the endless waves of sand, constantly shifting and blowing covering any and all in its wake. It was up to the diligence of the people living there that kept their settlements and bases from being buried like everything else. In one of its cities life went on as usual. In a cantina one of the many patrons sat, having a drink with a fellow clad in white.
"So you mean to tell me you'll pay me for whatever information me and my boys are able to gather? What kind of information?" The male rodian spoke in his native language. Malice had met many rodians before the plague, he had learned their language speaking with them.
*Any information you are able to gather on this planet for now. All of the crime lords, the gangs that have operations here. But also the government which controls this planet and its leaders* Malice was direct and to the point. No sense in beating around the bush here. Keeping to his secrecy during his information gathering the Draclau looked like a normal human male, mid 30s. Tanned skin with short black hair and almond colored eyes. He seemed like some run of the mill human with a lot of credits and the attitude that comes with it, a trait the Rodian didn't seem to care for.
"Let's see what we can do for you pal...." Turning away from the table for a bit the Rodian moved off to another table which sat several other aliens. These were his men, the group making up the leading body of the small gang they ran. Intel gathering was their game and by any means necessary. Malice in the meantime sat back and ordered another drink. So far he had collected quite a bit of new information. When he returned to Lao-mon he would have much to update regarding the galactic database they had.
@[member="Krest"]
Mos Ila
No matter how much the galaxy around it changed, Tatooine was one of the planets that seemed would always remain the same. A hub serving some of the most dangerous figures in the criminal underworld. Not to mention the endless waves of sand, constantly shifting and blowing covering any and all in its wake. It was up to the diligence of the people living there that kept their settlements and bases from being buried like everything else. In one of its cities life went on as usual. In a cantina one of the many patrons sat, having a drink with a fellow clad in white.
"So you mean to tell me you'll pay me for whatever information me and my boys are able to gather? What kind of information?" The male rodian spoke in his native language. Malice had met many rodians before the plague, he had learned their language speaking with them.
*Any information you are able to gather on this planet for now. All of the crime lords, the gangs that have operations here. But also the government which controls this planet and its leaders* Malice was direct and to the point. No sense in beating around the bush here. Keeping to his secrecy during his information gathering the Draclau looked like a normal human male, mid 30s. Tanned skin with short black hair and almond colored eyes. He seemed like some run of the mill human with a lot of credits and the attitude that comes with it, a trait the Rodian didn't seem to care for.
"Let's see what we can do for you pal...." Turning away from the table for a bit the Rodian moved off to another table which sat several other aliens. These were his men, the group making up the leading body of the small gang they ran. Intel gathering was their game and by any means necessary. Malice in the meantime sat back and ordered another drink. So far he had collected quite a bit of new information. When he returned to Lao-mon he would have much to update regarding the galactic database they had.
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