"After performing our due diligence," Etain Leto, counterespionage specialist and the 6th Detail's lead intelligence officer, chimed in, "we've learned that the Rokarokatusawa serves a drink called the Rancor Shot, which may have enough alcohol in it to actually cause brain damage. We'd suggest a round of those after the meeting, not during." A few laughs went around the conference. 

"In all seriousness," he said after a moment, "we've vetted both the contact and the meeting point. Ryella, if you could?" 

At the sound of her name, the blue-skinned Twi'lek woman to Leto's left placed a holoprojector on the table. A nondescript human face flickered into blue existence. "Thank you. This is our contact. He's an officer with the Parcossis Valley Militia. They're disorganized, but they have a lot of blasters which makes this a good connection. He's got a good amount of influence among the PVM leadership, so this should be a productive conversation." 

"Beyond that, the location itself is also good," Leto opined, tapping the holoprojector. The image switched over to a projection of a building, the bar. "Low profile bar, not too high end, not too low end, low traffic most times of day. Whatever the time of the meet, we can have a team on the ground three hours in advance to take care of our security protocols. All in all, this should be a milk run."

His presentation done, he tapped the holoprojector off and slid it back toward the Twi'lek. "Thank you, gentlemen," he said.