Nar Shaddaa

((OOC: Link could be considered NSFW, Video Game character in revealing clothing))

"Ras, it's Swamp Dog. Meet me in The Shadows, now. Quite urgent."

The message is sent and Adrianaa sits in the corner at a booth, still dressed in her extremely revealing outfit from the earlier portions of the night.

"Voice Log: Lesai seems to be working fine. No side effects, and not the slightest tired. Two things for agenda tonight. Discuss with Ras why SIS wants him, and find a data breaker."

She taps her communicator off and looks around the club.

A slim but muscular mirialan woman with bright green skin approaches and says in Huttese, "Ras Urdo sent me. You got a problem?"

Adrianaa frowns.

"I asked for him directly. It seems our business partnership is going downhill. First he sends me a fence who offers me a shit deal for my spice, and now a middlewoman."

A sigh and Adrianaa shakes her head.

"No matter. I'm guessing you know about Ras's plan to become a Senator, no?"

"Well, we have a problem. A big, three letter problem."

"Ras is a busy man and from what I understand the fence gave you a fair deal. Ras was a bit annoyed you turned it down. He is starting to wonder if he shouldn't find another partner. So I am hoping we can find a way to move forward," she explains casually.

"That three letter problems sounds like your problem, not ours. Isn't that why we pay you money and help your campaign? To fix those kinds of things?"

"To a point. But there have always been boundaries. And I'm sorry, 2,000 is NOT a fair deal. You know it and so does Ras."

Adrianaa sighs.

"His entire record is on lock down and the best agent in this sector is on his case. I need to know EXACTLY what she is looking for. She already cut me off mid call last time I tried to approach the subject with her."

"All isn't lost. Senator Seir'oto will back the docket to allow Ras the chance to run for Senate. However, with a stipulation. He needs to know Ras isn't complete scum. Right now, with his records locked up tighter than a jedi's legs, the Senator wouldn't touch it with a 10 foot pole."

"So, why does the SIS have him on lockdown? What information are they after?"

"It's the SIS, who knows what they are looking for. Just get it cleaned up and Ras will come through. He's a big man on Nar Shaddaa so take your pick," she says with a shrug.

"We ain't angels."

Adrianaa slams her fist down.

"I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE!"

Her voice is tense. She doesn't yell, but her tone extremely angry.

"And I know how beneficial we can both be to each other. But there's only so much I can do. I NEED this from Ras. I have to know what they are after. The SIS isn't going to budge, and it wouldn't matter if the entire Senate came down on them."

"Who is the Agent, tell us and we can take care of her," the woman responds.

"Agent Wren Yuris. Human female, black hair. That's all I know. You don't want to go after her though. Even if she dies, the lockdown will still be in place."

Adrianaa lets out a frustrated sigh and takes a sip of water.

"Listen. I want to clear Ras's name. I already got approval to have him backed for a Senatorial seat. Half of what I promised to do is done. But between trying to figure out where the hell Aris hid those prototype plans, finding a lost hutt treasure ship, dealing with an attack from Thaya Kess, the peace talks, and now an SIS agent who is clean as a whistle, I have a lot on my plate."

She sets the glass down.

"So one last time. I need to know why the SIS would have him on lockdown and what they are investigating. You tell me and I might be able to get this whole thing sorted out by the end of the night."

"I will pass on your concern to Ras, anything else?" she says.

"Not right now. Maybe within the next few days. I might have something worth a fortune. And I still need those ship upgrades. Make sure he doesn't forget. I know they won't come til the records are clear, but as I have just explained in detail, that's a bit rough at the moment."

"The boss will be in touch then," she says finishing her drink and then leaves.