To say that Yerbol was uncomfortable would be the understatement of the century. He had experienced the stench of rotting flesh while fighting off Colicoids on Balmorra(what a great way to spend the first month of one's Knighthood...), saw brave men and women throw themselves in front of blaster fire to protect their squadmates and lived through not one, but TWO epicenters of the Force being blown apart by a corrupt regime.
And yet, this place still gave him the willies.
It was the combination of acrid, sweet smelling vapors that wafted in the air, the scantily clad waitresses posing in rather suggestive...positions in order to secure tips, the dim neon lighting that cast a bluish-green glow over the entire space. Yet, if it was safe and if Neta thought they could actually get stuff done here, then he would follow along. They sidled into chairs across from the trio, the Chiss furrowing her navy blue brow.
"When did you start babysitting?" Her Imperial-tinged accent made the remark all the more condescending.
"Please, Kandar, they may be young, but they've lived through more than the average Republic citizen ever will in their lifetime. Besides, it gives me a spring in my step to hang around such spirited young adults." She shot the duo in question her all too familiar teasing smile before turning her attention to the human male, whose straw colored hair looked a yellowish green in the odd lighting.
"So tell me, Edor, you make any updates to those files?" The Devaronian blew out a sigh as the human brought out a datapad, placing it on the center of the table.
"He's going to tell you 'I told you so', Neta. He's been telling US that for the past hour, haven't you, Ed?" Edor smiled widely.
"It's just nice to get the jump on all of you once in a while, that's all."
"Just show them the bloody files." Kandar growled.
"Right, right, so here..." He turned the datapad to where the newly arrived trio could scan the information.
"See these stats?" There were columns of numbers, all headed with indecipherable abbreviations.
"They're travel log entries for all known Jedi and Sith that cross any kind of checkpoint in both Republic and Imperial space."
"Wait, how did..." Yerbol was about to finish when Ed held up a finger.
"Hold on, Yerbol, I'll get to that." Yerbol's eyes widened.
"How did..."
"Oh please,kid, I'm SIS. I know everything." Both Kandar and Bek knowingly chuckled, very aware that Edor was enjoying his time as the information bringer.
"So these entries look normal, right? Everything looks good...right up until here." He pointed at mid way down the expansive chart to a repeating set of numbers.
"This is the ship ID for both Lord Bracknell's and Master Soto's respective ships. While the entries are timestamped at different periods, they certainly met on a few worlds for a period of about two days each spaced out in two weeks intervals. The weird thing is...those periods of time correspond to extremely important elections in the Republic Senate. I could understand Soto, but Bracknell? Why would he risk showing up? But then...after seeing what's happened, I did some more digging. Turns out Bracknell's been doing a LOT of traveling, but to destinations that were just labeled "personal business". After consulting with Kandar over here, she managed to pull some logs from Bracknell's ship directly-"
"Which you owe me for."
"Right, right, so she pulled the logs and..." Ed swiped to the left, pulling up a star map with highlighted points.
"Taris, Malachor three, Hoth, Tattoine, Manaan...all unrelated except for what old Jedi and Sith records have to say." Ed's grin got even wider.
"Turns out all those locations had something to do with where the True Sith were once rumored to have bases of operations. The Sith and Jedi suppressed those records, didn't want anyone else to know, but these True Sith(as they call themselves even back then...which is weird) were extant throughout the galaxy. I mean, not MUCH exists, but from what I've pieced together, they were powerful Force Users."
"We know that now..." Yerbol mumbled as Ed continued:
"So, long story short, I've had a 'wacky' theory that Bracknell was trying to discover the True Sith's whereabouts. He somehow meets up with Soto(still trying to figure that bit out), they start to glean disciples and what do you know, the same people that pushed for this new government with a genocidal streak were elected during the time Soto and Bracknell were planetside."
"We didn't think it could be true, but...Ed here was right." Bek clapped Edor on the back, who nearly fell onto the table from the force of the gesture.
"So that's interesting and all, but we can focus on the past when we've got time to breath. For now, we've GOT to figure out how to get people rallied against the Sith." Kandar raised a hand at Neta's exhortation.
"I've got a lead on where another Sith Master could be."
"And I've got a bead on Master Carnagie and Master Ignus from the Order." Bek looked at his compatriots before snorting.
"I think the Sith have proven that it's going to take more than just a few Masters of the Force to get us where we need to be. If you want to take these guys down, you need an army. Troops, covert operatives, support specialists...and I know where to start." Neta beamed, clapping her hands together.
"I love you all. I love you all so, so, so much."
"Well, don't thank us yet." Ed placed his datapad back in a satchel next to the table before adding:
"We've gotta find a place for you guys to lay low."
"I've got someone who can do that for us, don't you worry." Bek looked to Ed, head jutting forward.
"What?!"
"Tell her about what you found here!"
"Oh, oh, right. Turns out the Jedi Battlemaster is on Nar Shaddaa." Yerbol's jaw dropped for a brief moment before he regained control of his faculties.
"THE Battlemaster?" He nearly squeaked. Kandar rolled her eyes at the exposed fanboy as Ed nodded.
"Yeah, Master Voldon Naylen. He and his wife Kira arrived on Nar Shaddaa about a month ago. They were causing a lot of trouble in the Red Light district last time I heard. Don't know why they're here, but it's worth looking into."
"Know where they were last spotted?"
"An agent last spotted them at a SIS outpost in The Works, which is awfully close to the ruins of that Jedi Temple. Need coordinates?"
"Forward them to my datapad. Bek, you said you had a lead on 'an army'?"
"Well, I exaggerated a BIT. Elara Dorne and Havok Squad, according to my sources, just turned rogue."
"Really?!"
"Oh yeah. Don't have the full story just yet, but apparently they're on the run just like your youngsters here. I know of a way to reach out to them. If we can Havok on our side...well, it'd be a good start."
"And I'll keep my eye out for our Sith Master. Once I find out anything, I'll let you know."
"Right." Neta looked the three of them each in the eye, surveying them for a moment.
"You know, you don't have to do this. You could just as easily walk away." Kandar chuckled, retorting:
"Neta, there's a reason why we work with you. We hate government just as much as you do. This abuse of power has to stop, one way or another." The other two nodded in approval before slinking away, Kandar following suit.
"Well guys...care to find out where the Battlemaster is or should we leave that to the SIS?"
And yet, this place still gave him the willies.
It was the combination of acrid, sweet smelling vapors that wafted in the air, the scantily clad waitresses posing in rather suggestive...positions in order to secure tips, the dim neon lighting that cast a bluish-green glow over the entire space. Yet, if it was safe and if Neta thought they could actually get stuff done here, then he would follow along. They sidled into chairs across from the trio, the Chiss furrowing her navy blue brow.
"When did you start babysitting?" Her Imperial-tinged accent made the remark all the more condescending.
"Please, Kandar, they may be young, but they've lived through more than the average Republic citizen ever will in their lifetime. Besides, it gives me a spring in my step to hang around such spirited young adults." She shot the duo in question her all too familiar teasing smile before turning her attention to the human male, whose straw colored hair looked a yellowish green in the odd lighting.
"So tell me, Edor, you make any updates to those files?" The Devaronian blew out a sigh as the human brought out a datapad, placing it on the center of the table.
"He's going to tell you 'I told you so', Neta. He's been telling US that for the past hour, haven't you, Ed?" Edor smiled widely.
"It's just nice to get the jump on all of you once in a while, that's all."
"Just show them the bloody files." Kandar growled.
"Right, right, so here..." He turned the datapad to where the newly arrived trio could scan the information.
"See these stats?" There were columns of numbers, all headed with indecipherable abbreviations.
"They're travel log entries for all known Jedi and Sith that cross any kind of checkpoint in both Republic and Imperial space."
"Wait, how did..." Yerbol was about to finish when Ed held up a finger.
"Hold on, Yerbol, I'll get to that." Yerbol's eyes widened.
"How did..."
"Oh please,kid, I'm SIS. I know everything." Both Kandar and Bek knowingly chuckled, very aware that Edor was enjoying his time as the information bringer.
"So these entries look normal, right? Everything looks good...right up until here." He pointed at mid way down the expansive chart to a repeating set of numbers.
"This is the ship ID for both Lord Bracknell's and Master Soto's respective ships. While the entries are timestamped at different periods, they certainly met on a few worlds for a period of about two days each spaced out in two weeks intervals. The weird thing is...those periods of time correspond to extremely important elections in the Republic Senate. I could understand Soto, but Bracknell? Why would he risk showing up? But then...after seeing what's happened, I did some more digging. Turns out Bracknell's been doing a LOT of traveling, but to destinations that were just labeled "personal business". After consulting with Kandar over here, she managed to pull some logs from Bracknell's ship directly-"
"Which you owe me for."
"Right, right, so she pulled the logs and..." Ed swiped to the left, pulling up a star map with highlighted points.
"Taris, Malachor three, Hoth, Tattoine, Manaan...all unrelated except for what old Jedi and Sith records have to say." Ed's grin got even wider.
"Turns out all those locations had something to do with where the True Sith were once rumored to have bases of operations. The Sith and Jedi suppressed those records, didn't want anyone else to know, but these True Sith(as they call themselves even back then...which is weird) were extant throughout the galaxy. I mean, not MUCH exists, but from what I've pieced together, they were powerful Force Users."
"We know that now..." Yerbol mumbled as Ed continued:
"So, long story short, I've had a 'wacky' theory that Bracknell was trying to discover the True Sith's whereabouts. He somehow meets up with Soto(still trying to figure that bit out), they start to glean disciples and what do you know, the same people that pushed for this new government with a genocidal streak were elected during the time Soto and Bracknell were planetside."
"We didn't think it could be true, but...Ed here was right." Bek clapped Edor on the back, who nearly fell onto the table from the force of the gesture.
"So that's interesting and all, but we can focus on the past when we've got time to breath. For now, we've GOT to figure out how to get people rallied against the Sith." Kandar raised a hand at Neta's exhortation.
"I've got a lead on where another Sith Master could be."
"And I've got a bead on Master Carnagie and Master Ignus from the Order." Bek looked at his compatriots before snorting.
"I think the Sith have proven that it's going to take more than just a few Masters of the Force to get us where we need to be. If you want to take these guys down, you need an army. Troops, covert operatives, support specialists...and I know where to start." Neta beamed, clapping her hands together.
"I love you all. I love you all so, so, so much."
"Well, don't thank us yet." Ed placed his datapad back in a satchel next to the table before adding:
"We've gotta find a place for you guys to lay low."
"I've got someone who can do that for us, don't you worry." Bek looked to Ed, head jutting forward.
"What?!"
"Tell her about what you found here!"
"Oh, oh, right. Turns out the Jedi Battlemaster is on Nar Shaddaa." Yerbol's jaw dropped for a brief moment before he regained control of his faculties.
"THE Battlemaster?" He nearly squeaked. Kandar rolled her eyes at the exposed fanboy as Ed nodded.
"Yeah, Master Voldon Naylen. He and his wife Kira arrived on Nar Shaddaa about a month ago. They were causing a lot of trouble in the Red Light district last time I heard. Don't know why they're here, but it's worth looking into."
"Know where they were last spotted?"
"An agent last spotted them at a SIS outpost in The Works, which is awfully close to the ruins of that Jedi Temple. Need coordinates?"
"Forward them to my datapad. Bek, you said you had a lead on 'an army'?"
"Well, I exaggerated a BIT. Elara Dorne and Havok Squad, according to my sources, just turned rogue."
"Really?!"
"Oh yeah. Don't have the full story just yet, but apparently they're on the run just like your youngsters here. I know of a way to reach out to them. If we can Havok on our side...well, it'd be a good start."
"And I'll keep my eye out for our Sith Master. Once I find out anything, I'll let you know."
"Right." Neta looked the three of them each in the eye, surveying them for a moment.
"You know, you don't have to do this. You could just as easily walk away." Kandar chuckled, retorting:
"Neta, there's a reason why we work with you. We hate government just as much as you do. This abuse of power has to stop, one way or another." The other two nodded in approval before slinking away, Kandar following suit.
"Well guys...care to find out where the Battlemaster is or should we leave that to the SIS?"