STAR WARS: RETROSPECTION- Chains

Wentar sighs, defeated. "We're just a couple of guys looking for information. We figured you may be able to help us, though getting in contact isn't exactly easy. We felt posing as part of Viriont's crew was our only way to gain an audience."

"Ah, I see," Edula says. "That is FAR more believable. What of my associate here? How did you know to meet him?"

"You told us," Wentar says simply, feeling that there was no lie in the world that would work here. "We were on the ship when you sent your message. We'd stolen Viriont's ship."

Now Edula seems supremely amused.

"What has become of Viriont, then?" she asks.

Wentar shrugs. "Dead, probably. If you believe the news about what happened on Triskatan."

"A shame," Edula says. "You'll not be getting his pay, of course. I should have you shot... but your attempt was admirable, so I may not. You mentioned information... what do you seek?"

"Understandable," Wentar says with a nod. "We are looking for information on a Marl Ademiro, we last heard he was somewhere here on Nar Shaddaa."

Edula's good humor seems to fade.

"And why do you seek this man?" Edula asks, bringing a hand to her chin thoughtfully.

Perhaps we shouldn't tell her that we're going after him to harm or kill him, but rather to make an arrangement or ask about something else?

Maybe we should tell her that we're trying to find a relative or something, that was once sold by Marl. That's why we need to talk to him?

Sounds good.

"We wish to speak to him about his time as a slaver many years ago," Wentar says, with a nod to Vlad. "My friend here is looking for an old relative of his who was... 'involved' in the slave trade. From what we hear Marl may have some answers."

As that is not entirely a Lie, I can give Wentar his Persuade pool for this. 11 dice pulls him through this nicely.

Edula snickers.

"I'm sure he will," Edula says, "seeing as he's back to his old ways."

You feel Edula has something to gain from you showing up on Marl's doorstep, as she claps twice and a shabby Ranat comes over with a datapad.

Vlad notices all too keenly that he has something attached to his neck... a miniature explosive. A slave! And now that you think about it, there actually quite a few slaves around here, doing menial tasks and being kicked about by Edula's thugs.

Vlad will glance with disdain at the miniature explosive, and then look back at Edula. Looks like they're going to have to take in Marl again...

"I guess that sounds... promising," Wentar says, wondering what Edula may have to gain from this whole situation.

She does not make it apparent.

From the datapad, Edula gives you the location of Marl Ademiro's headquarters. It is on the other side of the planet, but you can get there just fine.

"He's small time, these days," Edula says. "Especially after Senator Renald of Chandrila put him in lock up for so many years. He's lost touch with the flesh trade. Just make sure he doesn't trace this info back to me; I can handle him just fine if whatever you're doing with him messes up, but I'd rather not. Thugs are replaceable, but I'm quite satisfied with the thugs I have. I don't appreciate that you beat some of them unconscious."

Hopefully, she's giving us the right info and not directing us into a trap. Only one way to find out.

Indeed! Off to see Marl. I don't think it'd be a trap. If she wanted us dead she could probably do it in her lair.

Wentar just smiles and takes down the location of Marl. "Thank you and again... sorry about the inconviniences."

Edula shrugs.

"Nobody died," she says. "Just be glad of that. Our interaction would have been a lot more... toasty."

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How are you getting to Marl's?

What's the location she gave us?