RJ: Onyx at the Farm
Onyx finds two hundred and twelve credits in cash on the rodian.
He is carrying two commlinks. One is a common civillian model, inexpensive but good for only a short distance with not much interferance.
The other is a military model. Powerful, bulky, durable, and locked with a code-key.
On the table, in various stages of deconstruction, are a bunch of weapons. A light blaster pistol is assembled but unloaded. A slugthrower pistol is next to it, with a clip of bullets resting neatly beside the slide. A field-stripped blaster rifle is in the midst of being cleaned before reassembly. In addition, the rodian dropped his vibroblade. When it fell from his hands, the small engine disabled itself as a safety precaution.
Onyx creeps to the door and listens. It sounds like a conversation occuring at the other end of a hallway. At least two people, more if some are keeping quiet.