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RO-0K nodded, The plan is acceptable. it said, slinging it's blaster across it's chest, put on a thread bare poncho over it's head and pulling up the hood to mask it's features.

It glanced up at Bestin. I trust you are sufficiently healed to cause maximum chaos if the situation requires?

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Well I don't think we need him anymore. But we shouldn't kill him or let him just yet. Is there a way to lock him up until after the meeting?

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let's give him some stuff from the med kit. R1 thinks this med will knock him out without killing him. R1 one brings the medicine over. let's handcuff him to the table and then give him the meds. I will need your help Bestin. 

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"No problem." Bestin grins evily at the man, showing his teeth, "And no funny busssinesssss, or we may take the droid'sss advizze..."

The security guard sits sullenly, reluctantly compliant as R1 and Raxle inject him with the drugs. His eyes flutter as he fights to keep them open, and he manages to remain conscious. Bestin half-guides, half-drags him over to the table, cuffing him securely to the leg where it's fastened to the floor. After making sure there is nothing useful in reach, he nods to his companions, "Good to go."

The security guard mumbles something, his head lolling to the side, but it is incoherent and probably half-delirious.

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A couple hours later, a Sullustan in a seedy part of town whistles as he steps out the door of the shop, turning to lock the door behind himself. His whistle turns into an odd, shrieking intake of breath at a "Beee-ooop!" behind him. He jumps, fumbling the keys and whirling around. "Don' do dat, droid!" The protocol droid head on his chest concurs, "Indeed! Scared him out of three years growth, at least. That was a nasty thing to do!"

The Sullustan takes a moment to breathe and calm down, wheezing heavily. "Bell droid, but do you wat? Bait, bait, you look fabiliar." He takes his goggles off his forehead and puts them over his eyes.

The droid head's photoreceptors widen in surprise, flickering as they do so, "Indeed he does, sir! What a keen observation. Well droid, who are you? What do you want? Quickly now."

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The portly Sullustan waddles down the steps and over to R1, patting the droid on the dome, "But old fred? Ah, Cribsod Dawd, I guess. Bill Kraber? I liked that guy. Okay droid, but no fuddy business, got id?"

The protocol droid "blinks." "I'd keep an eye on him if I were you, Mister Sorn. Will Kramer always seemed a bit shifty to me. Almost two-faced. This could be a trap."

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R1 starts to lead Sorn to the Drunken Gungan Bar. R1 calls to Raxle.  I'm on the way with Sorn and appears to be by his self. 

Raxle tells the other two. R1 is on the way. The plans seems to be Working. So get ready.

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When they get close to the bar, Sorn chortles, "The Drunken Gudged. How cob I never seen this place before?"

R1 leads him into the bar, and at a wave from Raxle, towards the appropriate table. "Bell, bell, bell... Bill Kraber! Long tibe no see. How've you been?"

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Thank you for asking. I'm been very busy and looking for a little information. But I hope all is well with you and Crimson Dawn is treating you good. 

 

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"Oh, can'd coblaid, can'd coblaid. Looking forward to getting oub of id dough." He waves over to the bar and calls out his order. "Whad brigs you aroud these pards? Just callig in on ed old fred, or you lookid for somethig?"

The protocol droid rolls its eyes, "Of course he's looking for something, Mister Sorn. Do you really think someone of his character would simply come to call on you for old time's sake? Well now, cut to the chase, Will old buddy. What is it you want? Don't expect us to give it to you without ample payment."

The Sullustan smiles sheepishly, "Err, sorry 'bout dat. Igdore hib, Tinny's god a smard mouth."

"And a smart brain." the head adds.

 

Bestin, nursing an unnecessarily strong drink, looks over to RO-0K, "Hsssk... What do you think? Crazy pair, huh? They're too dumb to be any trouble." He leans back in the booth, relaxing and casually glancing around the room without looking like he's actually looking anywhere.

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Yes I contacted you because I need your help.  I have a good job now away from Crimson Dawn. But I ran into some issues with a hacker that attempted to ruin it all.   

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He perks up, shifting in his chair and leaning forward in a conspiratorial manner, "And you need be to help you identiby this persob? Did you brig the infobation with you, or we got to go sobwhere else?" he says in a hushed tone. "You god edy hunches what oudfid they're workig with?"

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