[ IP ] Rainy Night

*Imperial Center, two years after the Battle of Yavin* 
 
 The rain drizzled steadily on the clear panes of transparisteel, a translucent curtain of water that obscured their vision to the neon glow of the night life. The female Bothan Wist Nay'tu stared out of the blurry glass, her amber eyes probing the night for anything exciting as Tomess Ghast emerged from his cabin. 
 
 He wore proper wear for the part of the planet they landed in, one of the seedier, lower class sectors of the Imperial capital. His boots were sturdy but nondescript, the multi-pocket trousers the kind worn by a billion spacers across the galaxy. The knit sweater was covered by a sleeveless vest, the lining of which was reinforced to protect against blaster bolts. His alarmingly large Czerka C-10 `` Dragoneye Reaper'' was holstered at his waist, in and of itself a fashion statement. He chose to forgo his usual vibrosword, likely considering it too obvious and too cumbersome in the being-packed urban sprawl that made up Imperial Center. 
 
 `` Ready, Wist?'' He asked her, pulling a trench coat over his clothes. 
 
 She nodded, throwing her transparent cloak over her shimmer-shear shirt and leggings. A pair of azure earrings hung from her pointed ears, hidden as she pulled the cowl of her hood over her head. 
 
 `` So what's the plan?'' 
 
 `` The plan, Wist, is to find Ili Qent and capture him alive if at all possible. He's worth 10,000 that way. If not... two thousand will at least pay for the fuel. Then we start looking for a new mark. He's likely got a dozen or so henchbeings working for him so we'll have to factor them into the mix. I'm thinking of going to his club, making my way to his private suite and blasting him right then and there. You got an alternate plan?'' 
 
 Wist Nay'tu shook her tan furred snout. 
 
 `` Sounds like a plan. I'll help you along the way.'' 
 
 `` Good girl. Remember, if I get shot, you are n't in my will. So best keep me alive. Got it?'' Ghast said with a wink.
