STAR WARS: RETROSPECTION- Decay

It will require work, but you have a feeling that thieves that successful are high in demand...

Ah oka, well, after the talk with Mundi I guess I will pack my stuff, look for Master Raskae one more time and will talk to one of the guards about where I can find the more criminal element on this planet, to start my search.

I'd like to leave some information with the guards, so the order knows what I have been doing, ís that possible?

The lieutenant is unsure why you think he could pinpoint criminal activity on Zehat for you, but he suggests that you head downtown. While Zehat is a typically crime-free planet, the seedier areas may be able to provide the thieves somewhere to hide or a way off planet.

Mundi expects you to rendezvous with the Jedi transport being sent to collect the remaining artifacts, but the lieutenant says he will be sure to pass on the news that you are taking matters into your own hands.

"Good luck, Jedi," the lieutenant says.

"Thank you, Lieutenant" Con says, and makes his way to the Downtown area of Zehat.

I'd be looking for bars where I could get information about the thieves and how or whether they left the planet.

The only reason there are any alcoholic beverages on Zehat is so that they can be offered to spacers and foreigners who pass through the starport, and so the only drinking establishment is Spacer's Alley, operated by the small starport.

As is typical of cantinas in Star Wars, it is crowded with an assortment of shady aliens and humans wearing space suits indoors.

How do you want to go about this?

Con walks straight up to the barkeeper and trying to not let through too many of his emotions he lets him glimpse his lightsabre and says "Good day, Sir. Yesterday the Museum has been robbed of quite a valuable artifact. You might have heard of it. I am here to get some information of any kind regarding this incident. I am sure if you are of assitance we can get this over it quickly and without complications"

The bartender, cleaning a mug with an old dishtowel, looks you over with a frown of scrutiny. We he sees your lightsaber and robes, the frown intensifies.

"What is this, Jedi business?" he asks, gloomily. "Why do you think I know anything about it?"

"Lets say it is urgent business. And I am not saying you know anything about it, I say you know who might know something about it."

"I don't know nothin'," the bartender growls. "Are you lookin' for someone?"

"Yes, I am indeed. I am looking for someone that knows what's happening on Zehat. And I'd be very happy if you'd just point me towards them and we won't have to see each other ever again"

"Hell if I know," the bartender grunts, then turns back to his cleaning job.

It does not look like he knows anything. Perhaps he was not the right person to ask.

Con is a bit disappointed that his initial instinct didn't work out. But, Raskae often told him he should take his time and think rather than hope for an easy way out, and, to be fair, he hadn't actually done anything like this before on his own. Recalling his Master's teaching now, he decides to take a good look at the bar he has entered and the people in it. Hoping to find a clue through his instincts and the guidance of the force.

One thing is highly apparent about this place. It being a bar at a starport, there are several spacers about, some Han Solo types waiting for someone to pay them for something or other space-faring fellows just stopping off at Zehat for a drink and some fuel.

Can I pick out one of the Han Solo types that most appeals to me and get to them?

Certainly. What do you want to ask him?

I will sit in front oh him and say "I need some information about two thieves and a ride in pursuit of them, are you the man I'd talk to for that?"

"Might be," he says, leaning back against booth. "But it'll cost ya..."

Metaquestion: Do I have anything? Money, etc.?

"And how much would that be?"

"For information? Get me a Flaming Wookiee, no spice," the spacer says, "and twenty-thousand for a ride."

The Jedi Order does not pay their Knights- it is a selfless duty- but give you enough credits to sustain yourself on a mission. You can buy in the drink, but you could buy your own starship if you had twenty-thousand credits, which you don't.

Well, I will buy the guy the drink. Information is a start. And maybe we can work something out.

Con calls over to the barman, ordering the pilot his drink, and a non alcoholic one for himself. When the drink arrives he says "Well, what have you got?"