The Negotiator and the Fire Fang

Investigation on Iveria: Purple Diamond

"Let's just focus on finding Maul." he shouted back. "And Sahrea." Kenobi shot his friend a look. He replied with a lopsided smile.

They left the conversation there. Kenobi knew that wasn't the true end of it though. Skywalker would certainly press him later about it when Obi-Wan couldn't escape into a crowd of unsteady, too friendly scoundrels. They split off, both eavesdropping on the patrons as they passed. Kenobi caught snippets of sentences as he moved.

"...new model. It's supposed to be more accurate the the Mark Twelve..." That wasn't helpful. Kenobi moved around an Ithorian. His eyes fell on a promising looking Weequay, when someone caught his arm.

"Why hey there handsome." a very drunk woman said. She spun around and threw her left arm around Kenobi's neck. The woman took no mind of his impatient expression. She was a pretty lady, with dark hair and skin, but her looks were not why he was here. Obi-Wan pulled her arm away gently.

"Hello ma'am, but you must excuse me. I'm looking for my friend." the general replied, ever the gentleman.

"Whatever you say baby." she said, pushing away. She brushed her fingers through his beard as he did. Her eyes were dilated from her drink.

"You know where to find me." she spoke slyly, but slurred. He let himself have one smug smirk at the fact a pretty woman had just hit on him before focusing back on his task.

"...well he's as intelligent as a bantha. I would never treat a beautiful lady such as yourself in such..." Not useful. He kept scanning the crowd.

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes as he found Anakin. The handsome young general was surrounded by at least six females, all ogling at him. Although he was clearly trying to get them to leave, Obi-Wan could tell he was extremely pleased with attention. If that were Kenobi... he not so much.

He wasn't a fan of that much attention. He liked to observe and blend in, which is why he was so good at collecting information this way. He would wander around a public place, sit quietly in a booth, order a drink, all while being completely tuned into what his neighbor was talking about.

People had a tendency to be more open with their speech in crowded cantinas. It was a mix of alcohol and the guise of privacy through distraction. The other patrons were too loud and preoccupied to care about your conversation. The issue with that though, was you could never tell who was truly distracted or just pretending to be. He and Skywalker were definitely not the only two here gleaning information. He moved to the next table.

"...heard he is selling them for a good amount of credits. He'll be rich." This sentence made Kenobi slow his pace, but it ended up being of no importance. It was just about some small time smuggler's possible big break. Kenobi turned to his left and walked along the back wall. His eyes fell on a table in the middle. He hoped his luck was about to change.

Sitting in a booth with a female Zabrak and Twi'Lek, was a Falleen. He didn't have any Black Sun logos on, but Kenobi took the chance anyway. The odds of finding a Falleen on a Black Sun controlled planet and not be apart of Black Sun would be pretty slim, especially in a small outpost like this.

The male laughed at something one of the women said before throwing back a swig of his liquor. He dropped the glass on the table before putting both of his thick arms around each of the females. The seat behind him was empty. Good.

Obi-Wan made his way over and began to scan the crowd for Anakin, while keeping one ear on the Falleen's conversation. He had become a master at pretending not to listen.

The Falleen started off with silly, trivial things which turned into things Kenobi did not need to hear. His interest picked up though as the Falleen's comm began to beep. Spotting Skywalker in the crowd, Obi-Wan gestured for him to come over nonchalantly, like they were just two friends meeting for a drink.