Since Havoc had met with Colonel Blount, he had been placed under special surveillance. Yet great woe fell onto the Watching Eye and the trail disappeared. Havoc had been moving beyond the Agency's vision for too long now. Following the most likely leads, a lone agent found himself on the largest moon of Nar Hutta. Although more commonly known as Little Coruscant, he found little comfort in being this far into Hutt Space.

Havoc's vendetta against Jamie the Hutt took the investigation to the reaches of the New Republic and beyond to the corners of the galaxy. It was never too far for the Special Threats Division. At least, that's what Trevor Page hoped.

He had been to Nar Shadda before during the Galactic Civil War. Over the many years, it hasn't change much. Slight touches to the landscape, but overall same picture. Despite the powers that be, Njon the Hutt to be specific, the population survives, steadfast to greater to hopes of tomorrow.

Trevor Page infiltrated the city and roamed about in humble fashion. He would have moped about in a simple cloak, but an air of sheer enmity towards humans smelled worse in some areas than others. Being human had many disadvantages, but there were ways around it. An NRI issue full head air respirator and a bit of character, anyone could blend in with the thousands of sentient species in the galaxy. The helmet came with full tactical load outs depending on mission. Surveillance was the game now.

He interacted with particular individuals in the population around the bar massacre. Most of his information came from chatter, people were a buzz with the event. His Huttese was fine, but he preferred to speak Bocce through the respirator and explain he could also speak Huttese. No one past the Expansion ever seemed confused with that one.

From all the faces he remembered speaking with, he noted a conversation with an old alien. Trandoshan female across the district. She was a mother and spoke of the great treaty that day. She spoke of a maelstrom of fury and light, explosions and blaster fire, and how people idea, children die.

This wasn't the Republic, but it might as well be. The faces were still the same. The leads led him to the bar. He minded the crowds, melted with them and probably with a light degree of curiosity that could easily be mistaken for a stoned spacer. There was little there as well, the bodies had been moved, but the interior showed definite signs of a massive gunfight. Blackened craters. Lightsaber burns. All of these obvious details.

Only through training and instinct, he found what might be his break. What conducted surveillance, counter-surveillance was always a threat. Trevor was ever mindful of his surroundings and had a sixth sense for danger. Thus he found the security cameras.

Trevor Page waited at the starport for his starfighter to land. It could be flown by remote and was fully automated to fly and interpret combat orders on its own. He was leaning against the wall near the opened bulkhead to the inner hall. He was adding the finishing touches to the report he was sending back. If they could respond in time, he could accomplish so much. A sense of doubt plagued him. Command wouldn't respond in time. It was always a matter of time.

With single opportunity, Trevor made a decision. So be it, he thought.

His mind made up. He would still give command the courtesy of a report and his intentions. By the time his starfighter encrypted the transmission into some mad puzzle and Coruscant would decode the message, it might already be too late. Or it might be time for some cheers and then onward on the trail to capture Havoc.

Still, he hoped Coruscant had its act together. An Eye Corvette would have been very useful. So would the tactical team. Belts were tight on Coruscant and professionals had to rely on their skill and wit.

The great doors opened as his HLAF-500 hovered and landed into the bay. It was designed for the needs of the mission and Trevor finally got his boyhood wish. As he approached the cockpit, the bulkhead closed, for the sake of privacy. As he prepared the message for the communication node located in nuetral space near Lannik. In his course, he noticed the tactical computer had logged an event going on in orbit.

He cocked a brow and pondered the data. A star battle, but between whom? A question which begged an answer but he had other priorities. The ship had a recording and could transmit it as well, but that would take forever...

"Ah damn it," he cursed at last. They would probably want to know and that meant he had to wait longer to act.

No, he made his mind earlier. He wouldn't deny them the information though. He had the ship's computer compress and encrypt the footage to the normal procedure and added it to the report.

Message to the relay sent. Corsucant would be informed within the next few hours.

Trevor would begin phase two.