Which One Was It? [Day 2, Late Morning]

[Kristal Serasai]

Boarding her ship, the Vindicator, with all of her able bodied crew, Kristal set off toward the base of operations for the Seven Devils. With Bur along it was a simple matter for him to get them clearance to land. Meanwhile Kristal oversaw everything directly. Ready for any eventuality as they began their approach.

[Dapper Dog]

The pirates direct her to the port which is just a big open expanse of asteroid under an energy field that has atmosphere. Several pirates wait at the bottom of the ramp with weapons and smug looks.

[Kristal Serasai]

At first, alone, she steps down the ramp of her ship until she is standing on the station itself. Looking to the pirates before proclaiming just loudly enough for those in front of her to understand her clearly.

"I am here seeking the location of Dano Fisk," she projects. Loudly enough that someone who was greedy enough to help would certainly hear.

[Dapper Dog]

“You don’t have an invitation, which means you have to pay. Hundred credits and the crew forget you were not invited,” a pirate says stepping forward.

A squat but powerful looking lannik, a smaller species with long ears that stick out from their skull and a tuft of brown on top of the skull; he wears heavy padded clothing and has several blasters on his belt.

He folds his arms across his chest and adds, “Pay up.”

[Kristal Serasai]

"And if I refuse?" she questions, crossing her arms low across her stomach.

[Dapper Dog]

“We can’t be responsible for how much scrap we use from the ship… maybe you lose a landing strut maybe you lose a hyperdrive,” he counters.

[Kristal Serasai]

Rather than debate, or risk damage to her ship, Kristal raises a small credit stick.

"I will have your name," she says after sighing, annoyed.

[Dapper Dog]

Bur steps forward and then there is a discharge of a blaster pistol and the lannik collapses to his feet and then falls forward. He says to Kristal, “It was a shakedown, the Queen keeps the port free, better for her business.”

“Plus I owed him one.”

OOC: Flip a dark side here.

[Kristal Serasai]

Kristal opened her hand and allowed the chip to fall back into her palm, reaching back and securing it away.

Turning about and looking to Bur, clearly not amused, "Control yourself or I will," she offered the threat.

[Dapper Dog]

“Would you rather have paid, Sith?” Bur counters.

“This place you either come with strength or you get eaten,” he adds as the pirates begin to disperse. The fun for the moment was over.

“You want to find Fisk, I know a guy that can help. Just you and me, the rest stay on the ship. You are going to have to trust me here and follow my lead.”

[Kristal Serasai]

"For now," she said, raising her hand to speak into a communication device. "Weaver, watch the Ship. I am going inside with Bur, if anything goes wrong," she didn't finish. Weaver would know what to do, not from some plan but she honestly trusted Weaver's judgement.

"You will make me aware of such decision making before you act in the future, Bur."

[Dapper Dog]

“This is Seven Devils you gotta think on your feet or you die. First rule, you can’t act like a Sith, loosen up. Second is to be flexible, follow my lead. Nar Shaddaa money talks, here it talks as well but behind being tough and having a name,” he says.

“I got a name, just have to make people remember it.”

[Kristal Serasai]

It made sense! Unfortunately Kristal wasn't quite that capable of acting like anything other than an Imperial, and perhaps now a Sith. Niether of those really helped her here. So, instead...

"I will try," she said, Imperial tone evident.

[Dapper Dog]

"Yeah, come on," Bur says and starts walking toward the settlement proper of Seven Devils.

[Kristal Serasai]

Kristal placed herself beside him not in front of him and definitely not behind, for now she allowed them to be side by side.

[Dapper Dog]

Bur nods and they enter what looks like a bar, either a bar or a junk shop. There are a few pirates drinking and chatting and they barely look at the strangers. Bur goes up to the bar and says to Kristal, “So what do you know on Fisk?”

[Kristal Serasai]

"I have never met the man, of course," she said as she followed Bur up to the Bar. "However, I know he is not alone, and dangerous."

[Dapper Dog]

Bur gestures to the bartender, a human with a pimply face and scowl. Bur says, “Two.”

He then says to Kristal, “Fisk and I business for a while, mostly getting weapons and goods from the Republic, the usual for high ranking Imperials. He came to me and said he needed forged documents, which was a little outside my area so I got him in touch with a rat here on the Devils.”

“I had time to think in the hole, and I had covered all my tracks except for one. Fisk got the documents and I smuggled him and his crew out of Imperial space. It was clean everything was on the money and then the Imps raid my safehouse and throw me in the hole. I always figured Fisk got me, but it makes sense that the rat might have tipped them off when things got too hot. Fits with him skipping town.”

He takes a sip of the harsh liquor and says, “We need the rat, he has records I need. After that, I play it loose.”

[Kristal Serasai]

Kristal leaned into the Bar, listening as she did a quick glance about the room. Not really searching but more seeing how it was inside a pirate bar, which was almost certainly just as she imagined it would be. Looking back to Bur she looked the part of a woman on a mission, "Then we need to find this rat," she decided simply.

"I hope he is here and you haven't wasted my time, Bur," she said, a touch more lightly than usual.

[Dapper Dog]

“This is his favorite place to drink, he will be here,” Bur replies.

“He has a thing for blondes. So you know, work that… more that less… the Imperial,” he advises. “If it comes to that.”

[Kristal Serasai]

"You expect me to charm him?" she asks incredulously.

[Dapper Dog]

"Well that might be a stretch, just... smile," he says taking a sip.

[Kristal Serasai]

"Smile?" she says to herself, looking toward the bar and taking a drink. It was surprising to her, really, the connection she made at that moment. A youth spent keeping nobles happy by pretending to be interested in whatever it was they were talking about didn't seem so different than what she needed right now.

"Well then," she says, turning to Bur appearing a little more natural. Just like back then when she used to wear dresses to appease the other families. "While we have the moment, Bur. Tell me of yourself. What got you locked away in an Imperial Prison?"

Kristal dove into a conversation, any conversation, it helped keep the natural charm to her act. Topic, of course, didn't really matter.

[Dapper Dog]

Bur takes a sip and says, “If you want to be honest I retired from smuggling by the time Fisk came back into the picture. Had a nice little legal arms business on Nar Shaddaa. Making a nice profit, had a firm nest egg, and then he gave me an offer for one last job. It was a real nice chunk of creds, the kind you retire to Makeb with and live on a plateau all by yourself with.”

“I got the all the pieces lined up, the counterfeit credentials, the ship, the route. It was a thing of beauty, and it worked. It all went just as planned, mostly. Three months of planning and I was good.”

“Week later I got Imperial authorities busting my place up confiscating my books and I was locked up as a terrorist. They drilled me about Fisk, but after my hand off I had no idea where he was. Plus a smuggler lives and dies by his reputation. I gave them nothing. Now though, now that I have a chance to put a bolt in his face, well let’s just say prison changes you.”

[Kristal Serasai]

"Greed destroyed you," she commented but seemed to err away from proper judgement, "but will revenge satisfy?"

It wasn't like with a Jedi, no definitely not. There was a disitinct twinge to it that made that abundantly clear. No, it was clear that the woman beside him was not just asking him that question but herself as well. Albeit, it was likely a surprising moral quandary coming from a Sith.