Delicate
VLEMOTH PORT
EVENING
EVENING
Rainwater ran off the thin metal rooftops of the buildings running parallel to the street, splashing into small pools that formed due to a lack of proper drainage. Vlemoth Port was, by comparison, a small world. Overall the population sprawled only a few cities and villages. It was a sparsely colonized planet, primarily used as a backwater trade hub for just about anything and everything. And while it wasn't a lawless pirate haven, it also did not have major support from allying worlds or governments, making it rather convenient for black market trade to flourish.
Jamie walked, the hood tightly pulled over her head serving dual purposes: The first to shield her from the elements, the second to obscure her features. Midnight black boots buckled up from ankles to knees, plain civilian clothes of a mixed grey and blue completing her attire. The lightsaber she carried remained hidden away, clipped beneath her vest. Few others wandered the streets at this hour. Shops and vendor stalls were closing up, securing their products for the next day. Legitimate trade was just about past, giving way to what Jamie had truly come to Vlemoth Port for.
An artifact - One that did not belong in the hands of its current proprietor. How this man had come to possess such an item was of equal importance to her. This was not some mundane trinket that simply fell into the wrong hands by accident. Someone, or someones had gone to great length to locate and steal such an item from the ancient Jedi Archives on Tython. She had only discovered its disappearance by the misfortune of seeking its use. Records had been falsified, leaving the caretakers of the library none the wiser. Her search had been months long, leading her to Vlemoth Port on the trail of a ship with forged transponder codes. Though she had discovered the vessel several weeks back, it had been abandoned, with its computer core and databanks wiped before she reached it.
Despite the setback, Jamie could still sense the artifact, thus she was confident that it was still on world. The task now was to recover the device before it slipped through her hands.
Hopefully her objective would also lead to those responsible for its initial abduction.
In her time spent thus far she had managed to get her hands on a forged identity, one of a notorious black market dealer specializing in spice trade out of Ryloth. The rodian she had dealt with was thorough, and expensive at that. Her cover was solid, so long as nobody was actually on Ryloth to check into the details. It was enough of a reputation to earn her an invitation to a secretive meeting within the back room of the Narglatch's Wrath cantina, a legitimate business with less than legitimate secondary dealings. The latter being handled by a nefarious Talz with a penchant for rather violent outbursts when confronted by competition or those who didn't share his opinion for business. This Talz was the defacto leader of the black market on Vlemoth Port. Smuggling operations were filtered through his cartel by anyone not brazen enough to sidestep him.
Jamie hoped to learn whether or not the artifact was in the possession of anyone at this meeting, and/or being sought for sale or trade.
Juniper