Peran Tarik
25th Coruscant Commandos
Access Granted
25th Coruscant Commandos
Access Granted
The security monitor beeped as Peran swiped his badge. The door to the armory room opened with a quiet hiss.
"Back already?" The armory clerk behind the counter scowled at Peran as he approached the cage.
"Yeah, training exercise was cut short. Recalled because of that ruckus at Ranger Command." Un-slinging the rifle from his shoulder, Peran continued as he placed it in the transfer case. "Hardly even got to use the thing."
The rest of the day was short, a quick debriefing on the events of the interupted training exercise and the situation that had a brought them home early. As it stood things on the ground were stable and they weren't needed. From there it was a quick change into street clothes and a short walk to the parking garage.
Driving his airspeader out the gate, Peran drove around for a bit, putting some distance between himself and the base before pulling out of traffic at a holo-cafe.
"One double caf with a splash of corellian toffee." He ordered before sitting down at a corner booth and pulling out his datapad.
This changes everything.
Double-triple checking his datapad encryption, Adrastos set up a few proxies that ran through several other holo-cafs. Just to be safe.
First was a message post on CoruscaList with a new anonymous account that simply read.
"Help Wanted. Handyman (or women). Odd jobs. 50,000 .annual. No benefits"
It wasn't the best way to contract or contact criminals, but there was a certain simplicity to it.
From there, Adrastos put out a few feelers to his contacts within the Sith Eternal. If anyone managed to hack in to his message stream it would just look like simple greetings, hey howya beens.
After that there was one final message to send, one that he wasn't sure would get through. He had never met The Doctor before, but he had heard of
"Hey doctor. Heard you do good work. Am in need of a check-up and Vaccinations
Eternally yours." @Dmitri
Eternally yours." @Dmitri
Leaning back in his seat, Adrastos watched his datapad and drank his caf. The market was moving fast in response to the attacks and Adrastos could make a tidy profit with the portfolio he had put together over his years in the core. He had some time to work while he waited.
(Open to holonet responses. Also open to people walking into the cafe.)