2.0 - Lure of the Lost

Mal, Heyop, Csillag and Dagger settle into the speeder bikes you've appropriated from Malefax and his mercenary forces. It's not a terribly long drive in to Reles -- long enough that you're remote, but not so long that you get bored of the terrain. There are some tricky parts, but rather than rush through them, you take your time and ensure that even the least agile of you is able to negotiate things without causing any undue scrapes or bumps.

You reach the outskirts of Reles in the early evening of a summer's day. You know that given Reles' lattitude the sun will be up for a few more hours yet. You've got a hint to pursue this "Heavy Gan" but that's about all that you have right now. Where would you like to start?

Given the apparent lack of dissent, and Mal's suggestion, you make your way into the city of Reles. As you begin to pull into the busier districts, the Hammer Sloth has enough flashing lights and reverberating bass to suggest it's a happening place. It being a college town, it'll be uncertain if you can find out anything useful if it's a college joint -- but, you never know.

There's dozens of possible cantinas -- but you have to start somewhere.

Upon entry, you do see it is more of a college joint. There's a couple youngish waitstaff who are clearly supplementing their stipends by working the place. Over not far from the door is a trio of tables awkwardly squished together with a gaggle of students around it. A couple chairs are empty.

Mal overhears the large group of kids with the three tables, "...strange alumni. They sure were interested in artifacts. Do you suppose they are looking to donate something to the museum?" Cocking his ear to listen in a bit more closely he also hears, "...maybe they wanted to get something, but I'm pretty sure the thugs don't work with any random offworlder. Alumna or no."

Csillag and Dagger make it to the bar without too many jostles or having to jump up and down in rhythm to the music in order to pass through a gaggle of people. The bartender doesn't look much older than many of the waitstaff, "What'll be?"

The bartender moves on -- the bar is busy and there's plenty for him to do other than hand a bunch of old duffers in unfashionable robes a Bantha Blaster and linger. Mal, for his part gets to the students who pause and look up at him in unison. "Uh yah." says one of the students articulately. "The Musuem of Reles is part of the University. Why?". Another student awkwardly asked, "Are you an alum like that twi'lek woman too?"

The table of humans looks at Mal a little lost for words. "Uh, she looked like a twi'lek. Vaguely blue I think." Another adds, "Hanging out with her Togruta fiancé. Or was it her wife?". A girl chimes in, "I think it was her wife -- weren't they here on a honeymoon?". Which leads to the inevitable, "Why would you honeymoon at the ass-end of space?" from a puckered looking male.