Kenas wouldn't feel right taking Anubis away from his Resistance. He could handle finding his ship, once he activated the homing beacon. Once that was accomplished, Kenas could begin seeing to missions assigned to him by the boss. Until then, he needed to get his affairs in order.

But just as quickly as Roth had entertained the idea, it was gone again as Annig declined the Mandalorian's offer. Oh well, Roth was busy enough as it was. The two men's conversation began to fade into the thrum of the room, except, that is, for the breathless interjection of Seamus Lacora. Most people in the room probably heard it.

Lim Hejin. The Major resisted the temptation to shake his head. The Mandalorian would never put in with Hejin, or, at least, not if he was smart. The enigmatic Hejin and his Ebon Fist mercenaries had been quietly bringing in credits for themselves on varied jobs, but they'd also been amassing a reputation among other mercenaries, pirates, and smugglers. It was not a good reputation. According to the reports Roth had seen, Lim Hejin had once been widely respected by his peers, but recently he'd been behaving like a salaried man and leading the Ebon Fist on strange errands. Not to mention, his operation was moderately profitable and this, inevitably, caused some resentment—especially when the Ebon Fist moved into what pirates and mercenaries considered "neutral ground," like the planet Roon. The more they threw their weight around at Roon, the more they were resented for it.

The result was that Hejin, for reasons unknown, seemed to have spent the trust and admiration of his peers and marginalized himself from them. Rumor had it the man intended to make Ebon Fist into a legitimate company, and if that was the case then Hejin probably didn't care what other mercenaries and pirates thought. But the fact remained that among resistance fighters like those in the Ljaa bal Kote, the word on the street was that Hejin was not to be trusted. Seamus Lacora must have been out of the loop for awhile. Then again, Roth, as an Imperial Intelligence agent, was more in the loop than most people were. It was his business.

But Roth had other concerns. He was presently engaged in a conversation with one of the pilots. The art of extracting information from someone is to get them to volunteer the information, rather than simply demand it of them. It had been fairly simple to do so with the pilot. "I get the feeling a lot of people here don't like me," Roth lamented to the pilot, "Because I used to work for the Empire, I assume."

"Yeah," the pilot said sympathetically, "Well, some people more than others."

"Like Dustil Sushere?" Roth asked, "He seemed to take a dislike to me."

"Especially Dustil Sushere."

"Why 'especially'?"

"Don't you know?" the pilot said, lowering his voice. And that was all it took to get the story of Sushere's imprisonment and torture. Roth already knew it, of course. But Saege didn't, and he couldn't refer to information that an Imperial Intelligence agent would know but an innocent defector turned resistance fighter wouldn't. Problem solved. Now to put it to use. Roth excused himself from the pilot as their conversation wore down, and meandered his way in the Mandalorian's general direction once again, stopping for introductions and conversation along the way. He wouldn't approach Anubis yet, however, opting instead to stay near him and wait for the opportune moment.

Major Daring Roth
Imperial Intelligence

Finding his spaceship was paramount. It was very likely that many of his goods onboard were gone. That was upsetting, but anticipated. They were basic supplies for extended periods in isolation, including his munitions and a lightsaber. Some goods were definitely very valuable, those he hadn't stashed into one of his many hidden caches. That included a Force imbued "artifact" which he hoped seemed ordinary enough to be overlooked.

The theft of the Intrepid was unacceptable and he felt to do nothing would bring pain and suffering to some, if not many. Kenas kept in step with Anubis and would remain at his side. As they walked, he began to think about how that situation had gotten away from him. It bothered him that though he could see, he often felt so blind. He didn't quite understand, but the Force was with him. Perhaps spending his time in mediation would ease his concerns better than contemplating on his first mission. Regardless, he still wanted a data file to bring with him.

The emptiness of the room didn't strike him as odd. As long as the man had everything he needed and went on without wanting. His own home was wasn't furnished extravagantly. He had very few possessions, though that was probably because he had no money and most of his things were stolen.

"Simple is good," he said.

Kenas accepted the money and the computer chip from Anubis. Within the safe were more items, data-files which all looked identical. He amused the idea of Anubis giving him the wrong file. While he listened, he gazed at the tiny, but significant object in his hand. If this were true, Kenas could only imagine the pains gone through to get this amount intelligence.

"How very interesting," he said, still marveling at the file. "Everyone one of them, you say? This is quite a list. I think the Remnant would enjoy seeing these people put away as much as the New Republic." He grinned and tucked the file into his inner coat pocket. "I'll put a team together and contact you in a week. I shouldn't require any additional warriors, but you never know, do you? If you must reach me, I left my contact information. Just be careful."

If he couldn't find at least three others in those five days, than he would accept a Mandalorian or Kaleesh warrior. Given the nature of the assignment, either would be well suited. Kenas nodded and walked around the desk, his boots echoed loudly throughout the room. He was ready to departure.

"Was there anything else?" Kenas asked, now closer to the door. He turned and faced Anubis.

Roth glanced around the office, which had the look of an old foreman's office, and noted in particular the safe. His eyes didn't dwell on it long, however, before glancing once more at Anubis. "I have the rest of my weapons stored on Nar Shaddaa," he said, "I figured I would go back there, fill my ship's hold, and bring the weapons back here to Mygeeto. We might as well use all the firepower we can get." He glanced briefly out the door behind him, then back to Anubis and lowered his voice as he continued. "This isn't what I wanted to talk to you about, though," he said.

"One of the men told me that Mr. Sushere, er, Dustil Sushere that is, was imprisoned by the Remnant for nine years, then released," Roth went on, "I don't mean to disparage Mr. Sushere—he's been through a lot, after all. But don't you think it's strange to just be set free after all that time? I've heard stories, Sir, about Imperial interrogations. And brainwashing. I know it's been done even to the best of men, and it just seems odd to me that Mr. Sushere would disappear in an Imperial prison for all those years, suddenly be released, and then find his way straight into our resistance group."

"I hope this isn't inappropriate of me," he said, "It's just something that's troubled me, and I felt like I should tell you, Sir. I'm not saying he's a spy or a saboteur, but maybe we should keep an eye on him? Especially if anything suspicious does happen."

Major Daring Roth
Imperial Intelligence