The world between the Sith Empire and the Independent Systems Consortium had already been fought over by the Jedi and Sith. Kotii did not see any point in trying to make the world a Mandalorian haven yet. Instead he was on the planet looking for a slicer among other things. Recent findings told the Black Hand that the Galactic Empire had once possessed a super effective hyperwave buoy in secret. The use of such technology would be invaluable for his efforts and those of his comrades if they wanted to have secret hyperspace routes of their own.
Sullust was also the headquarters of SoroSuub if memory served. Their ship builders and brain trust could be valuable to reach out to if he had the time. The Alor in exile was dressed in his bounty hunting Beskar'gam. The armor plates were predominantly red with black. A series of orange bar like tally marks were painted along the left side of the man's helm above the visor and circled around to the middle back of the helmet. The markings represented the twelve kids he and Reiel had saved and the color orange to remind him that life was more than just surviving. It was worth truly living otherwise it would be an existence of suffering of nothing but. The echani offshoot made decisions not just for himself, but in the hopes of a better tomorrow for his descendants. He wouldn't wear the Jaig Eyes on this set, but he would proudly keep his son and the others he rescued close to his heart and always in mind.
The black painted gauntlets were the same as the last time Mysha had checked them. It seemed like ages ago that slice of bliss had come and gone. By now, his enhanced cybernetic left hand was working better than ever before and guided the Bevrag'ad in for a landing. The quick jump to the Sullust system was thanks to the badger's knowledge of smuggler routes. Thanks to his interest in hunting down any and all traffickers of sentient life forms, the man had come to learn even more about traveling the hidden ways of the galaxy. The Incisor Sidestep for example, allowed the Mandalorians in the Anoat system to easily travel to the volcanic planet if they wanted to. However, Kotii was traveling alone onboard the custom lancer class patrol craft today. Traveling in numbers would only attract attention and a lone Mandalorian drew enough even when being discrete.
The badger made sure to wipe the navigation computer as an extra measure, the Mandalorian affixed his armaments to his person. Closing his code locked arms vault, Kotii left his ship with his standard bounty hunting gear. The expectation was to talk to a slicer in a local cantina. The Floodwall was the name of the establishment and for a bit Kotii wondered why. The building was part distillery and marketed 'Floodwall fire', a series of burning whiskies that had spice flavorings mixed in. Spectre special was the day's drink of choice and it even came with a straw. The mandalorian walked up to the counter while surveying the area. "Spectre special." He ordered the drink rather directly, knowing he would have some eyes on him.
The colorfully dressed Sullustan bartender took the time to mix together the cocktail and shaking it momentarily before pouring the contents into a chilled glass. Scooting it across the counter with a sense of wariness. The badger produced a fair amount of credits, five times more than needed for the drink to be paid for. "I'm looking for an astro-navigation specialist. Would you mind pointing me in the direction of any regulars that might specialize in starship computers?" A pause followed as the amount would only be noticeable to anyone immediately nearby. His voice wasn't loud either and could only be heard by the bartender to the point that the Sullustan leaned forward a little to hear over the sound of ambient music. He nodded before replying. "Ya I might have someone coming in for a game of cards later tonight. You have more where that came from? I could get you in on it."
The question gave the man a moment's pause. His head turned to look over his shoulder. Any other patrons would know he was aware of them but more specifically, the man tried to scope out any card sharks. He was nothing special when it came to gambling. But Kotii had come prepared with his own personal funds. "Money isn't an issue." He replied flatly. The bartender nodded his head and then motioned towards the rest of the cantina. "Well then, please put your boots up and relax. This is a safe place for the technologically inclined. Let me know if I can get you anything else."
Taking the beverage in his right hand, the Hunter walked over to a booth and sat to face the door. Before he sat down the sharp shooter unslung his rifle and set it beside him in the booth. While he waited, Kotii pulled out his datapad and looked over the specs for the hailfire droid brains. His eyes remained ever vigilant on the rest of the comings and goings of the cantina patrons while he waited. There wasn't much he knew about the droids except how to disable them. Maybe he would get lucky and find someone who knew a thing or two about reprograming and modifying such warmachines.
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