As they wandered the foul smelling streets of Nar Shaddaa, guided by the maps on Raezyr's datapad, many questions kept running through Raezyr's mind: Should we have left that guy alive? Would a true Sith have done so? He looked to be unarmed, which was probably why he ran, but what happens when he tells his Exchange cohorts? Dammit, we need to find Darth Vikon so we can get a little direction here. Even if he won't train us, maybe he can direct us to someone who can.
As the time drew near for their meeting, they made their way back to the Outlander Club via back streets and tunnels. Keeping their hoods drawn, they wandered into the alley behind the club and stood in the shadows a short way from the rear entrance. The gray haired man soon exited the back door and stood looking around. Raezyr waited a moment before giving a slight cough. The man walked over to them.
"You were supposed to avoid attention, allow the buzz to die down, not start a fight with the Exchange." Before Trychon or Raezyr could answer, he continued. "Follow me, quickly," he said and hurried down the alley. He led them through more back streets and tunnels. Raezyr tried to keep up, following with the maps on the data pad, but the man kept taking them through areas that weren't on the maps. Soon he stopped trying.
Finally the man came to a dilapidated apartment building. He took them to one of the doors. "This is it. It's Deengo's last known residence. It's all I can do for you, Honored Sith. I hope it helps." He gave a slight bow and hurried away.
"How are we supposed to get in without the code," Trychon mused aloud, studying the door.
"Allow me," Raezyr said and pulled a small flat tool from his utility belt. Quickly he pried off the key pad. He then removed his gloves, reached inside the opening and pulled out several more wires. He disconnected a few, twisted some together, and within moments, the door slid back into it's slot on the wall.
Raezyr motioned for Trychon to enter first. "Age before beauty," he said, all the while conscious of the disfiguring scar running down his face.
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