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Ceva sat in a quiet-ish corner of the [i]Stan’s End[/i] cantina, using her scramble key to interface with the public terminal beside her. She had her interface plug attached to the key, and was then projecting the data to her ocular HUD, and using her haptics to interface. From a distance, she looked like she was merely seated against a wall and starting into space as she nursed an ale.

Her fingers flicked and slid as she used her haptics to interface with the ‘net. In the background, a few of the other patrons were watching some sort of sports feed on the cantina’s main holo; this however was interrupted, much to everyone’s annoyance, by the INN. Though the sound was down, Ceva [i]had[/i]  noticed the increased noise from the other customers and shut down her HUD to see what all the noise was about.

On the holo, a live (time delayed) feed from the Imp city showed a massive dome shaped craft touchdown and almost at once being launching fighters and deploying ground units; Ceva quickly lost interest. Going back to the ‘net, she kept poking about, mostly waiting to hear from a contacts she’d made within the Mandos.

When she’d first arrived on Maldra, Ceva had quickly set herself up as an info broker, dealing with small time outfits and low ranking players in the major organizations; it was steady, if not super well paying, work…and she rarely got shot at which was rather nice. Right now she was trying to track down and either confirm or deny a rumor. The rumor was that a small band of Mandos was on the verge of making a move against some clan rivals, and if it was true, she knew a few souls who might pay well for a ‘heads-up’ as it were.

Frustratingly, her contact had yet to respond, so now she was just killing time…

The general calm of the cantina was rudely shattered by a screaming howl that sounded like it threatened to lift the roof off of the building. Joining the others as the rushed into the street, she got outside just in time to see two Imp fighters banking away to the south, who were closely followed by another pair doing a low pass from the north. [colour=30852C]”Don’t the Imps got better things to do than hassle a girl who’s just got up?”[/colour] She muttered, heading back inside.