It’s been several weeks in isolation from everyone he knows within the Clan and Lexiconus finds the silence to be peaceful and calming. The Quarren was lost in the strange cities of Coruscant, prying and speaking with others about information regarding a weapons dealing market. So far, no luck had came to Lexic as he walked through a nightclub that was bustling with rich merchants, exotic dancers and addicts of all kinds from drugs and alcohol. A table near the sports holovision caught his eye as being empty and Lexic walked across the dance floor of odd aliens and humanoids. While walking between two Twi’leks who decided to grind close together in a sensual trance, a Chiss prodded Lexic and escorted him to the side of the dance floor where smoke and a steep set of stairs descended.
“I have to warn you, you are asking all the wrong questions today, friend. People out there are concern who you are and whether you work for law enforcement. You seem to be asking around too much, even though it’s just for something simple like raw materials.” The strange Chiss whispered into the Quarren’s gills as the two descended further into the nightclub. The pair then entered a small room where heavily toxic fumes graced their nostrils and made them cough heavily. Pushing through one door into a dance floor where things were more sensual, clothing seemed to be completely optional and it appeared to be an all female area. The Chiss led Lexic directly through to an office as the back, completely ignoring the female crowd as if they weren’t there. His teal hands blurred over a numberpad at the side wall and the doors wooshed open, as Lexic and the Chiss quickly went inside.
“I’m sorry for that, normally I don’t come down here but I needed the information. That stench out there is a hallucination drug you inhale from a pipe, second hand smoke is not uncommon however so sorry for that. Here we have the manifest for the weapons dealers and their loads coming in and out. Once I heard something robed was looking for this shipment, I knew the *Brotherhood* would be involved somewhere. Your people truly reach far and wide.” The Chiss handed the Quarren the datapad that detailed a raw shipment coming from Hapan and into the outer rim for refinement near Mustafar. He took the pad for reference of the spaceport and paid the Chiss with a bag of credits from his medical pack.
“Oi! Time’s up in there fellas. Get out before I force myself in!” An old voice shouted through the door that surprised the Chiss as he quickly darted around Lexic and quickly opened the door. A humanoid who the Quarren could only guess was a human stepped inside, with heavy scarring across his face and blinding one eye. His head was bald with burn markings as his shoulders were destroyed by some sort of animal attack, from what Lexic could gather.
“Oi squid! What are you doing in my office?” The man demanded his voice at the Quarren with his fists tightly clenched, this wasn’t exactly the best thing to do in Lexic’s current mood. He raised his arm and slowly squeezed the air as the human’s neck began to constrict and tighten, causing him to choke and stumble.
“Do not speak to me in that tone again, or I will have your hands stitched inside your stomach.” Lexic began to walk out with the datapad as his grip on the Human’s neck continued for several minutes until the Quarren wasn’t in sight and disappeared into the smoke.
“The Sith are a weird bunch, I figure he isn’t your normal Sith though.” The Chiss contemplated to himself in confusion, at least he wasn’t dead from this ordeal.