Appointment

[Eth Erzin]

"I'll make sure to stay cautious," Lents thanked as he wired the credits. "Pleasure doing business." He nodded succinctly and exited the tapcafe.
Now loaded with the information he required, he headed back towards the 'Rush and prepared for his trip to Fresia. Fresia was a core world, and one of the largest manufacturers for Incom Corporation. Lents wondered why Vaardo would choose to go there, but reason dictated that it was probably in the pursuit of the Diathim, Azreala.
He finished up the preflight sequence and blasted off of Mandalore. Part of him was relieved to not be surrounded by thousands of capable warriors who would kill him on sight if they knew his true allegiance; but it was a bit of an out-of-the-plasma-into-the-reactor situation as he headed back towards the heart of Imperial territory.

[Jax Xefern]

Jax checked is datapad, made sure the funds had transferred, then earmarked a large percentage of what had gone in for transfer to the Clan's account. If nothing else, Jax was a fundamentalist when it came to the Resol'Nare and he made sure the Hutt's share of his earnings went to making sure the Clan had everything it needed to continue operating at peak efficiency. Parts for a combat ship the likes of the Final Contract didn't come cheap after all. He sat there, in the bar, for a long moment considering his next move. He had thought to go home, to simply be done for a while.

It was getting to the point where he was supposed to find a wife and have a few kids. Considering the availability of Falleen females among the Mandalorians, adoption was the more likely option but one never cut the cards until it was time to deal. There was always the option of trying to find a sufficiently tough female of his species and bringing her into the life. That would be an interesting field trip, considering his people's culture was about as distant from his Mandalorian upbringing as one could possibly get and still be capable of defending itself.

But for some reason Jax's thoughts kept coming back to the exile who had gotten herself caught between a Hutt, a target, and a new pursuer. There was not but trouble waiting there, and apparently Vaardo was still in good standing with at least one or two others... Jax decided to make sure she heard something about her current situation. He opened a com channel, bouncing it through his ship's hypercom, and brought up his mother. "I need to find a way to get in direct contact with that exile, Vaardo, that I just worked a deal on. My deal on this end is done and doesn't preclude a friendly warning of pursuit."

"Consider it done, but it's gonna take a few minutes so let me com you back."

Jax closed the channel and stood, starting the casual walk back toward his vessel. If it existed, he would be getting a direct com address to Vaardo. It wouldn't be traceable, not if the woman was worth her salt, but it would allow him a quick conversation she may or may not appreciate.