Curiosity propelled him forward. Maybe there was still a contract on his head, in which case he would deal with it now before it became anything serious. Maybe the Mandalorian needed help. In either case, Kenas realized that he was looking for trouble.

He paused after entering the cantina, standing in the short hallway before the main room. He wiped his moist forehead and stood beneath the ceiling fan. It wasn't much cooler inside and it seemed only a cold drink would satisfy. Maybe later or not at all. He entered the main room, which was heavily crowded and loud enough to require shouting for clear communication. He surveyed the room, checking faces. Some looked at him, others were lost in conversation. It didn't take him more than a moment to notice the gold armored Mandalorian sitting at a table with a rodian.

Kenas wore a lightsaber tucked away inside his gray coat and a S-5 blaster pistol holstered on his hip. He was certain he looked the part of a typical spacer, though he didn't have a starship with him. He approached the table till he was within speaking distance. From what he could overhear, they were talking about a business deal. He came up quickly and silently enough to surprise the rodian, whose back was facing him. The Mandalorian would see him standing there, quite clearly.

"You are searching for Kenas Annig. What do you want?" he asked.

Two things could happen next, either Anubis would become hostile and everything would happen rather quickly or Anubis would put the weapon away. As Kenas stood there looking into the wrong end of a barrel, he was ready to move into action. Nevertheless, he had a feeling it wouldn't end up like that. That notion kept his curiosity perked.

The noise in the cantina was deafening. As he was about to begin speaking, he noticed the same sensation of danger. He cocked his head slightly, glancing down to the table and then back to where Anubis's eyes would be.

"I am Kenas Annig. It all right if I sit down?" he asked, gesturing to the empty seat.

"So you're a do gooder, then. That right?" he asked. He was certain the Mandalorian had other motives involved. If it wasn't money then perhaps the thrill of it all. "What sort of places do you mean?"

Since this seemed to be a freelance job, Kenas wouldn't bother asking about any sort of payment. Financially, he was having a bit of a rough season. Which meant he couldn't afford fuel for his starship, munitions, and even basic hardware.

This line of thinking caused him to visibly sigh.

Roth was glad that he'd followed up on this lead. He'd done it largely as a welcome change from the sniping politics of Imperial Space, which he found tiresome. Even the oppressive heat of Tatooine was more pleasant than having to listen to the frightened pleas and excuses from some Moff or Muun who had been confronted with the evidence of their schemes of patronage or fraud. But, as it happened, this lead was becoming quite interesting. There were plenty of renegade Mandalorians with a grudge against the Empire, but who'd have thought this one would lead Roth to a Force sensitive?

The name Kenas Annig had sounded vaguely familiar to Roth when he heard it said a moment ago. But he hadn't placed the man as a Force sensitive until the Mandalorian had gone on about his "mind tricks" and "Force powers." Most interesting indeed. Roth was curious to hear the man's response to the Mandalorian's proposal. The Major and Imperial Intelligence agent turned about to face the bar. "Can I get another drink here?" he shouted, and glanced, briefly, at Kenas Annig, before turning around once more. Yes, there was something familiar about him. He'd probably seen the man's image in an intelligence report, although this Kenas Annig was rather older.

Roth made an effort to clear his mind to make it more difficult to read, as he'd been taught in SERE. And he listened, with one finger tapping idly on the rim of his empty glass.

Major Daring Roth
Imperial Intelligence

"The Remnant is still doing enough evil to warrant action. There is still subjugation and there are plenty systems in need of help. Committing cold blooded murder won't help these people. And even after all that, the New Republic will never commit to war," he said.

There were many people who felt the New Republic was wrong to stop short of eradicating the Galactic Empire. The war had ended only a short time ago and some were ready to finish the job. Kenas liked to think he and his comrades fought and died for peace. Since the Imperial Remnant is a recognized sovereign state, systems in their territories will remain oppressed. It was considerably worse for those under the rule of rogue Imperial warlords though.

It wasn't a perfect peace. Yet he couldn't see how more war would improve things. Kenas sensed great anger in Anubis and could only imagine his motivations for such a vendetta. Unlike Anubis, Kenas wasn't out for blood.