Kom'rk and Aden had been patrolling the streets. Beskad had given them the order of scouting out the local pubs, hell hole, saloons, bars, gutter hole, all those names fit the description of where a guy could get the most disgusting drink of his life. At least they had Kebiin on trafficking duty, he would be able to see or hear anything within the several districts around them. If anything was about to go down, they would hear about it. "You know that we would have to be extremely lucky to be within the same area as any Jetii on Nar Shadda? Aden said as they walked down the street bumping into alien scum left and right.

"We aren't the ones having to be lucky, the Jetii are and last time I checked they are pretty damn with just about everything." Kom'rk retorted as they stepped into the entrance of an alleyway and hung there for a moment watching people walk by. The two were wearing their black Commando armor that had been redesigned slightly to give it a more traditional Mandalorian aesthetic. It was no Mandalorian Iron, but they couldn't dispose of such great gear, it was capable of stopping blaster fire up to light cannon rounds. Thankfully neither of them had ever had to test its limits.

"They weren't too lucky at the Temple." Aden snickered, Kom'rk didn't necessarily have a huge respect for the Jedi, but he had enough to know even that comment was a bit far. Eventually they hopped back into the bustling streets of Nar Shadda. It was perfect timing because Kebiin was calling them like there was no tomorrow.

[I]"Jetii have been located, Smugglers Waterhole, transferring coordinates now."[/I] Kebiin within a blink of an eye had set up the waypoint in the distance several blocks down for his fellow brothers. The two took off shoving people down out of the way as they sprinted towards the pub. They could hear the sound of blaster fire in the distance and drew their DC-17 blasters. They were lock and loaded and when they had come on scene through a nearby alleyway they could see several Weequay heading into the pub. There were too many civvies running around to open fire on them, so they waited until the crowd disappeared and watch as a Transdoshan with a slughthrower followed behind the Weequay. Things were going to get ugly. [I]"I have identified an associate of Bes'buir in there. His file is mostly secured, but from what Buir has on him, they've done a few missions together. They aren't exactly best of buddies, but they have been able to work easily together in the past. Transfering his profile to your HUDs."[/I] 

"Isn't he an old bird? Doesn't even has a specific birth date, only a possible between these two periods." A'den said as he tried looking over the file quickly.

"Bottom line is, he's a neutral friendly so don't hit him. Now throw a charge and give us a secondary entrance." Kom'rk ordered. He was no longer their sergeant, but his brothers still followed his orders like he was. Aden took a thermal detonator stick charge out of his pack he tossed it across the street and at one of the walls for of the Smugglers' Hole. Kom'rk held his hand over his wristpad and waited until his HUD counted down to three and pressed the button. The wall exploded partially, big enough for them to fit through. They rushed across the street and took cover on the sides of the hole. The both swung their bodies in and began laying down fire at the Weequay.