The gentleman from the auction, the one with the gold pocket watch and the salt and pepper hair hadn't been difficult to track down. Child's play really, for a Zeltron with a charming personality and good connections. All Cassian had to do was follow the money, and it led him here.
To Byblos.
Byblos was a planet known for its technological advancements, its drive yards, and its five thousand story skyrises, but on the outskirts of Byblos City, it looked just like any other planet you'd find scattered across the galaxy. Neon lights flickered to life. The familiar hum of speeders racing along the skylines melded with the syncopated rhythm drifting through the open doors of a jazz club down the street. Men and women stumbled out of cantinas, their shrill laughter and spirited conduct on full display for every passerby to see.
Now came the hard part, the part where you break into a wealthy businessman's heavily guarded estate and steal one of his most prized possessions. Luckily, for this caper, the Zeltron had enlisted the help of an expert. An officer with Onderon's special forces—supposedly the best, if his superiors were to be believed.
Cassian stood in the alleyway behind the Porg's Broken Flipper, the cantina where they were to rendezvous any minute now. From a cavalier strapped jacket to black gloves and boots, the Zeltron was dressed in all black. Face concealed in the shadows, Cassian glanced at his chrono.
Hopefully the best wouldn't keep him waiting.
@Sreeya