The wookie had turned down a corner in the massive city. The Imperials had routine patrols but they weren't always everywhere, it was often quite easy to find non-human filled cantinas in quiet alleyways. There they could take shelter from prejudice, he was of course making an assumption. He had never been to this world before, but it would only make sense for such places to exist. Then after he strolled past some crowds in a marketplace he found what he might have been searching for, a small place nestled to the side, a red holographic sign hung above it.
"Watch yourself, wookie. Keep those guns holstered and your arms to your sides." The human bouncer said, a tall one for his species, and widely built. He wasn't at all imposing to the powerful Raarkoo, but he would heed the man's words. A fight would not gain him information on the bounties. He then stepped inside and coughed at the cloud of smoke as several beings passed around a pipe. His eyes scanned the interior, down a small set of stairs was a bar located in the center. All around it were people of all types, more humans than others, but there were many aliens.
"Those blasted Imperials infuriate me, I can't take a step in this city without feeling like they're just waiting to jump me." Raarkoo muttered in his own language first, his droid translated it as he approached the bar and signaled for a glass of water.
"You're not the only one, wookie. Haven't you seen on the holonet all about the protests? All the non-humans and alien sympathizers are as angry as you are." The bartender said as he placed a drink in front of Raarkoo.
"Not a whole lot we can do other than whine about mistreatment. They have all the weapons. Practically force people to slave away building ships for them." A Twi'lek male to the left of the wookie muttered, a glass of ale near him.
"Don't get started about the docks. Siv has the Sullustans in a fuss about that, he wants to get people on strike." The human bartender said back then scratched his grey bearded chin. This talk was one he was constantly overhearing.
"Siv?" Raarkoo asked then took a sip of his water. That was one of the names of the bounties.
"Yes, Kri Siv, I had to ban him from my cantina because he would always try to incite the guests with his anti-Imperial talk. Losing his leg only made him rage even more." The barkeep said as he moved to serve another drink.
"Do you actually like the Empire?" The Twi'lek asked with a raised eyebrow. He sure as hell didn't, neither did Raarkoo or really anyone in the bar.
"I like that they aren't kicking down the door of my cantina and questioning me for letting people try to start riots in here. I don't care if you just whine about them, they don't care about the whining. Anything more than that and I have Garin walk you out of here." The bartender said as he shot a glare at the twi'lek.
"Where is Siv?" Raarkoo asked as one of his hands tapped the bar, he might be able to get somewhere with his questioning.
"Somewhere near the docks I'd imagine. Ask around there, just not here. Why do you want to see him? You don't look like a dock worker, they don't carry weaponry like you. You a merc or something?" The bartender said as he set both hands down in front of him and looked Raarkoo in the eyes.
"I'm just a merchant's bodyguard. Maybe my boss would want to talk with Siv about business." Raarkoo replied.
"What, is he a weapons dealer? It's one thing to talk with someone like Siv, another to sell him weapons so he can try to shoot up the Imps and get himself killed. Plus the Empire would throw you away for a long time for something like that." The bartender said.
"That makes sense. Thank you for the drink, I must be off." Raarkoo said with a thankful nod, then sent some credits over the barkeep's way, making sure he threw in a nice tip. With that he chugged the reminder of his water and walked out the bar, as exited he made sure he was not being followed. The wookie moved down another alleyway, as he set his course for the docks.
@CruallassarOn your way to the office you pass by a couple stormtrooper patrols, they pay no attention to you as they go about their business. The CorSec office seems quiet as well, from through the front window you can make sight of a secretary at her desk. Around her stand a few men in suits, there are no Imperials that you can see inside of the building.
@ProPro Your 'friends' do as you ask and scour through the city. Jana reports back to you that she has not actually seen any sign of either of the non-human targets. She asked around about them and was met with silence and odd looks, it appears these people do in fact exist but they are keeping their existence a secrecy. Carth discovers plans for a ball involving multiple high profile people on Corellia. He secures a pamplet advertising the event, Myla Delles is named within it, listed beside other wealthy persons as someone that will be in attendance at the ball. It takes place in three days.
Your trip with Luke to find local law enforcement is uneventful. The closest police station is not that far. Coronet still has its own police force made up of residents, but the Empire has a presence on the world and the cops answer to them. The front door the police station is open, inside several policemen sit around. Citizens are reporting or discussing crimes.
@POOHEAD189Your landing in Treasure Ship Row does not draw any real attention, a few citizens are surprised and impressed by your armor and armament. From your past visit here you remember two contacts, a small time, but connected human drug dealer named Stinis Minne and a Rodian information broker, Othik Chekka. Both of these people are still alive and in the area. Either or both of them may be wise persons to ask about the bounties, perhaps they remember you.
