Chapter 10 - Is it a heist, if we bought it?

The walk is not that long and the day and the environment are pleasant. The city of Lianna is cleaner than most and the being bustling by you look oblivious to anything but their own personal and benign plights. Before long you find your way onto Valles Blvd. Sure enough, as you move away from some of the more corporate buildings, the area transitions in to restaurants, bars and small shops. The kind of area that folks would use to transition from work to home.

Choosing one of the bar's, you manage a booth and as your getting drinks you can clearly see uniform shirts and collar pins of various companies that work the shipping industry around here.

Drinks are served and Ken scrolls through the scanner data. Whatever 'parameters' Reom had set seem to have detected something in crates 2, 9, 14, and 18. Fourteen had the highest reading of the 4.

"Oh bother." The Sullustan mutters, he does look tired, the darkness around his eyes is noticeable. Very incongruous to the sharpness of his suit. Whatever hours he's working, he still has access to clean attire. "Thank you." he says when the drink arrives.

"Oh, some of both. No one ever talks to me here, unless there's about to be something interesting going on. One of the Customs office lackeys has been slinking around whispering about 'great treasure from beyond the Rim' to be bought tomorrow. Normally people roll there eyes and move on." Looking over his shoulder at the rest of the bar, "I see at least a dozen strangers in here and the rumors are all over the place, from boxes of meal trays to some kingdom's lost crown jewels. It's going to be a puudu show."

"Both, depending on the day. Ports busy enough that between salvage, customs seizures and unclaimed cargo there's plenty of things you can make creds on. Always a gamble, but even more so for these 'unseen lots'. Tomorrow promises to bring out some real bantha brains, the bids will get high quick. If we get lucky, the first couple crates will go for a ridiculous amount and wipe out or scare off some of the smaller groups." Taking a sip of his drink, the Sullustan scans the room again. As his eyes pass over the door, he pauses, "Oh good, some clan of Rodians just dropped in."

Ken catches sight of the Rodian's, they are definitely wear Yiyar colors on their jackets. Ken doesn't personally recognize the three that have entered and are taking seats at a table.