"Still here," he responds as he is sitting at a table.  It appears that he was concentrating on something, but when they walk into the room he puts his things away and diverts his attention to the newcomers.  "All sorts of fun going on, I take it?"

"I guess you could say that," he says, walking over to sit across from Aadun, rather than changing as he'd planned.

"The human and twi'lek administrators at Sienar seem to be scared stiff of something or somebody. They did everything but give her a flat out, 'No.' They'd really like to discuss the deal, but they can't right now. Anyway, they've asked Varis to wait a few days before beginning negotiations in the hopes that their problem goes away on its own.

"There are stormtroopers all over the Sienar compound, the spaceport, and the government offices. According to the Sienar people, Kala'uun is going under an Imperial interdiction tonight at midnight. No traffic in or out. And it's driving the bureaucrats and merchants crazy. They're practically foaming at the mouth at the loss of potential profits."

He shakes his head and looks around. "Anything interesting happen to you today?"

Aadun listened intently to Narik's explanation of the proceedings and frowned.  "What are you going to do if it doesn't clear up in a few days?" he asked and wondered to himself what the Imperials goal could be.  "I can imagine that this treatment is going to leave many of the people feeling angry.  The cantinas are going to be full tonight."  He found the last thought sort of amusing and grinned.

It was amazing how a place so majestic could feel so empty. Save for Narik, Varis and Aadun, not a single soul from their group was present. Had each of them found business to attend to or had they found the distractions within the city? Strangely, Joron Sarrus had left earlier that afternoon, with only the small inclination of his shoulders as a hint to where or why. Oh there was purpose behind his nonchalant gaze, and it wasn't until he returned that that purpose revealed itself. As polished boots clacked across the tiles, a voice called out to the small gathering.

"Somebody," Joron replied, entering the conversation out of nowhere. "And I'll be happy to explain just why. But first...where's Varis?"

Kaiten walks in from the room he took as his own. He looks much calmer and more relaxed now. His robes are a subdued taupe and brown. "I am very interested in hearing this explanation, too. If Imperials are swarming, this is going to be an... interesting mission."

Narik responds to Aadun briefly, before he turns his attention to Joron. "I have no idea what Varis will do if it doesn't clear up. They've canceled the meetings for tomorrow and the day after. I'm free to assist you until then, at least."

Varis returns to the room, wrapping a robe of violet dramassian silk around her form as she walks. It's unclear whether there is anything under the soft fabric as she takes a seat in an overstuffed chair, pulling up an ottoman on which to rest her feet.

She begins unpinning her hair. "All right. I heard you ask where I was, Joron. Do tell us this fascinating information you've gleaned today."

As she removes pins, her hair spills down in a mass of copper waves, due to the time spent in the bun. She rakes her fingers through it and then sweeps her hair behind her while she listens to Joron.

Colluded eyes watched with inquiry as kaiten of all people graced them with his presence. It was surprising to see the man out of his little cave and show interest in the situation. Just what happened to the fear and paranoia he saw earlier? Had he slept it away, or had whatever problems he had been resolved? Hopefully, the bodyguard would remain level headed; confident Kaiten was a lot easier to deal with than the one prone to tantrums.

When the curvy silhouette of Varis emerged wearing naught but a robe, Joron Sarrus eyed her with a cool, calculated stare. If only she hadn't been busy in meetings that were for nothing, she might have been able to help him unravel the puzzle. Now, however, he had some explaining to do.

"I've learned that the person responsible for tonight's interdiction is a personal envoy of the Emperor himself." He paused, waiting for the implications of that fact to settle in. "An inquisitor -I believe they're called- here on business. He'll be stopping by Kala'uun's Planetary Museum of Cultural Heritage tonight to pickup a number of scrolls for Palpatine himself." Pausing again, he eyed Varis as if to imply his previous thought.

"Which is either stupendous timing or horrendous for what I had in mind. The curator told me collecting the scrolls was just a side job for him, which leads me to believe he's also here for something more. I would assume that means he's tracked a Jedi to Kala'uun, but," Joron shrugged. He knew little more than that.
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Kaiten's eyes narrow, but through a supreme act of will, he maintains his calm. "Inquisitor? Here? Now? I think your source was mistaken."

Aadun burst into laughter as if Joron told a particularily funny joke.  His laughter eventually subsided and so he turned and looked at the others with a large smile on his face.  "Jedi eh?  That hokey religion is still around?  I thought they were all wiped out."

"In every garden, weeds are inevitable," Joron replies to Aadun with a shrug. In a perfect world, Order 66 would have seen to the death of every traitorous Jedi but for every flame of life extinguished, it was possible, however unlikely, that a small ember of Jedi teachings escaped. If you doubt me, why not go to the museum or seek out the Imperials and ask for yourself, Kaiten?" Joron asked with a small tilt of his head. "Though I suppose that would be hard to do in your room."

Shrugging, Joron looked to Varis and Narik to see what they had to say. "I think it's possible to use this to our advantage."

"Aadun, the Jedi were very real. And they were quite capable. The Emperor and his henchman, Darth Vader, are interested in eliminating them for that reason. If there are any here in Kala'uun, they are in a great deal of trouble.

"An Inquisitor would certainly account for the heightened Imperial presence. And if they're convinced that there really is a Jedi down here somewhere, they could probably justify a pair of Vindicators to keep the system closed."

She rubs the bridge of her nose between the thumb and forefinger of her left hand, as if she might be getting a headache. She looks over at Joron. "Let's here what your idea, Joron."

"Well, if the Emperor's prize were to vanish," he began, his voice low and filled with insinuation. "I wonder how that would effect the governing body? I had thought to use the museum as a means to oust and shame the Distombe but earning their Emperor's ire coupled with the potential loss of artifacts would do more than shame a man...now wouldn't it?"

"I suppose you're right, Joron," he says, still smiling somewhat, though he was beginning to wonder why he was picking on Kaiten so much.  It seemed there was some animosity there that he had not noticed befire.  He looked back and forth between the two wondering what he could have possibly missed.

His smile lessened considerably when Varis spoke up about the jedi.  "They must be extremely dangerous if the empire is going through this much trouble to find one.  Beyond the jokes my friends would say back on the colony, I don't have any experience with them."

"It's probably best that you don't have experience with them, Aadun. They didn't particularly take kindly to anyone with... alternative professions or sources of income, including slicers, smugglers, bounty hunters, and pirates."

She purses her lips thoughtfully. "Your plan has potential. It wouldn't surprise me if the Emperor ordered the entire head clan slaughtered for such an offense. As you've said, though, the timing is going to be tricky. Is it really feasible to break into this museum tonight, with so little planning or surveillance?"

Kaiten glares at Varis. "You can't be suggesting that we participate or even orchestrate something that might result in severe sanctions or the deaths of innocents just because it is expedient. It's one thing to remove a corrupt head clan and help to replace it with one which has the possibility of being an improvement."

He looks at Aadun and Narik. "Do either of you have at least some small objections to this?"

That question was not one Joron could answer easily. Though he had looked for additional systems in place, he was not someone of Aadun's caliber. Throwing his hands into the air, he offered Varis a helpless shrug. "If there's anyone among us that could get us in and out, it would be him." He inclined his head to the Zabrak. "I would think he would be able to dig up anything on the museum - blue prints, security, the works."

"Tonight would be our only shot at the scrolls," he stated matter-of-factly. "If we don't go for those now, we could still take a shot at a different artifact later and pl-" Though he had more to say, the moment Kaiten opened his mouth to proest, the noble finished abruptly in an annoyed breath. Just how did this moral compass end up working for a crime lord?

With a small wave of his hand, Joron plopped down on a chair opposite of Varis and sighed. Some people were just afraid to get down and dirty and he just couldn't understand why not.

Kaiten tries a different tactic, since the first didn't elicit the response he wanted. "We should do as little harm as possible while accomplishing our mission goals," he begins, using conciliatory tones. "Besides, if we draw too much attention to ourselves, who is to say that the Inquisitor wouldn't be even more interested in Kala'uun. The last thing we would want is to be in the center of a full scale Jedi hunt, just because this Imperial had his suspicions confirmed."

"We should just kidnap this Skaan Distombe and send him off planet. We meet the primary goal of getting the Distombes out of power. Let's stay away from the Imperials as much as possible and keep our heads down."

Kala had found her way to the penthouse after an evening of cantina excursions with Krysten. When she saw most of the group there, and talking about something, she took a seat and nodded to the others.

"Well, This day has proven interesting. Aadun, can you do me a small favor. Can you find me a picture of this Skaan Distombe? I want to confirm a suspicion. Also, how are things proceeding otherwise? Do we have any idea of our next moves?" She said, as she reached for a drink.

Aadun sighed and walked over to stand in between Kaiten and Joron.  He felt like a cohesive team would make for a better shot at actually completing the mission successfully.  "I am sort of stuck in the middle here, because I can see both sides.  If Joron's plan is successful, then it could make our jobs a lot easier, but it has the potential to backfire.  If we fail and are caught, then we are likely to be taken care of."

"I'm not scared, certainly, but it ups the ante if we fail.  If we succeed, also, there is a chance that the Empire will choose a more destructive way to deal with the issue that we can't foresee, which will anger the client.  What I am really curious about, is Narik's opinion."

Once he had that out of the way, he turned to Kala and gives her a once over before answering, "I can try, if I have the right equipment."

"Actually, I've got a picture of Skaan Distombe," Varis says. She pulls a datapad out of her robe's pocket and presses a few keys. She tosses the datapad to Kala. "That's the most likely candidate for a security breach, so it seemed like a good idea to have his picture readily available."

She looks at Aadun, who has placed himself physically between Joron and Kaiten. "In the end, all that matters is that mission is as successful as possible."

[Private to Kala Jorn: Skaan Distombe is a green-skinned, handsome twi'lek who looks a lot older than the young man you saw talking to Sinya.]

Kala looked at the datapad image of Skaan, and nodded slightly. So, he wasn't the man she had seen with Sinya earlier. The question is, then, who was that man. That required a little bit of looking into.

"Well, he certianally seems the type to lounge around in clubs and cause trouble..." Kala said, as she gave a little shrug. She pondered for a second whether Aadun could access the building's security grid and look through any footage security sensors would have taken from earlier. "Are we changing the mission now?" She said, as she raised an eyebrow at what Varis had said.

Looking over at Aadun, she was now really curious. "Hold on, we want to do something to potentially anger the empire? Has someone been drinking some bad jawa juice again?"
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"I do not believe kidnapping him will produce the desired result. Though," Joron shrugged, caring little to debate the issue. He wasn't in charge and did not feel it was his place to dictate how they accomplished their goals. Suggestions, however, were perfectly in his right. "Aadun is correct. With this plan comes far more risk but the reward..."

The reward was so much sweeter.

"Considering whom we're working for, everything we do has the potential of upsetting the Empire," Joron replies to Kala with an upturned brow. "But no, it wasn't a change to the mission plan. I merely happened upon an opportunity to use against the Distombe Clan. As I said, we could go for the scrolls, the mask, or choose to forgo them all entirely."

"The trick is the potential. Personally, I would rather not annoy the commander of those two Vindicators, and give him enough excuse to see if his turbolasers targeting systems are aligned properly." Kala replied, as she gave a little shrug. "So, they're here to pick up some oddities from somewhere. I say we let them do what they want to do, and we do what we've come here to do. That way, everyone leaves happy, and we don't have to worry about any imperial entanglements."

Turning to Aadun, Kala nodded. "How much access do you think you could get to the building's security features? Something interesting happened earlier, and I'd like to see if you could pull up an image feed from any of the security monitors..."

Varis turns her full attention to Joron. "Mask? What mask? You were talking about scrolls initially, Joron. Perhaps you'd better flesh out your plan a bit before we get into a full debate over the merits of it."

She gives Kaiten a meaningful look and admonishes, "You will keep your opinions to yourself until Joron finishes."