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Despite her casual remark, Ceva was actually kind of worried. The Imps usually stuck to their outpost on the other side of the city; other than the occasional ‘bike patrol around the outskirts, they mostly kept to themselves, but with the landing in Haven she figured things would be changing.

Dropping back into her seat, she finished her drink and got back onto the ‘net. Carefully, she made her way into the ‘deeper’ recesses of the local ‘net; buried in there she’d found a message board dedicated to ‘Resisting the foul scourge of the Empire’. They were all talk, but they did do a fair job of keeping track of Imp movements, so they were at least useful. Now there were posts, with images that showed several shuttles, both light and heavy lift, landing at the Imp base.

Disconnecting, Ceva pocketed her key and quietly exited the cantina out of a back door. She was fairly sure the Imps were aware of the message board she’d been watching, and as such she’d made her own plans to keep herself safe; that said, she figured it would be best to relocate.
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Back at her own apartment, she gathered up all her identification; a splendidly false collection that identified her as one ‘Riv Hayoa’, droid tech, down on her luck ex-spacer and all around general nobody. Clothes, credits and a few other essentials went into a bag, while the ID went into a ‘flash tube’, a locking plasteel tube with a thermal charge inside that would destroy the contents. 

With her bed/sit apartment cleared, she tossed the place to make it look like it’d been robbed, before leaving the building. Moving at a brisk pace, she dropped her door card into the tube, locked it, and set it to flash on a ten minute timer. Making a fairly direct route, via side streets and alleys, to Woln’s shuttle port, she tossed the tossed the tube into a passing dumpster.

Arriving at the port she bought a ticket for the next outbound flight to Haven using another totally genuine, but utterly fictitious ID of one ‘Pasca Iik’; a newer member of the Bounty Hunter’s Guild with a valid [url=http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/B23-1-14_permit]B23-1-14 permit[/url] to boot. Shea was worried that the bucketheads might halt flights out as they began to move on Woln, but as the shuttle lifted off that didn’t seem to be the case. As it banked away from the city, Ceva settled into her seat for a nap.