The streets were busy tonight and Ronor Vale was late. That wasn’t good, his client didn’t like to be kept waiting. Hopefully the quality of the information Ronor had would help smooth things over.
He fought his way through the crowd and made his way to Garm’s, the most dangerous cantina in the city.
He passed a group of droids huddled together in the rain and made his way inside.
It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, but he knew exactly where his client would be – sitting alone at the last booth on the left, right at the back of the cantina, in easy reach of the service entrance in case he needed a second exit.
“You’re late!”, said the man in the booth as Ronor sat down across from him.
“I know, I’m sorry. Though I don’t think you’ll mind when you hear what I’ve found out.”.
“Don’t try my patience Ronor!”.
“Torga Besadii Arranth.”, said Ronor quietly, leaning in so nobody else could hear.
“A Hutt?”, spat his client. “I know of the Arranth family, they’re spice dealing scum! What use are they to me?”.
“Rumour has it your friends have been working for them.”.
“Really?”, said the man in the booth smiliing, “Now that is interesting. Well Ronor, you’ve earned your fee on this one. I doubt we’ll meet again.”. He tossed a credit chip onto the table between them.
“What’s your story anyway?”, asked Ronor. “Is it true you used to be part of the Imperial Military?”.
“I did more than just that.”, said the man, getting up from his seat and straightening his clothes. “I worked directly for the Emperor himself! The group you have been tracking took everything from me, and now I’m going to hunt them down and make them pay!”.
“Get the shuttle ready, we’re leaving.”, he shouted over to a man standing at the bar.
“Yes Sir, right away Mr. Harken.”, came the reply.