Falmok and Arno made their way to the bar where those who worked for the now deceased Gorka the Hutt used as a hangout. They kept mostly to the shadows, huddled under hooded ponchos as they walked in the rain passed other pedestrians similarly dressed, hurrying to their destinations. When they arrived, they paused withing sight of the building to see if there was anyone standing guard...

Kara glances from the button, to the street and back again, debating on the options. Sigh.. well, they already know we're here... Hello.. I'd rather not identify ourselves beyond Mando'ade.. Sending GPS now. We should be at our destination in a few minutes.

Flamok spent a few moments to study the building and it's surroundings, looking for signs of activity.. Sigh... I don't see anything.. He growled, And this rain has long since washed away any decent scents...

The androgynous voice responds to Kara, "Coordinates received, an officer will be with you momentarily."

Within a couple minutes, a police speeder pulls alongside, passing and turning on his lights.

When they arrive at the hospital, orderlies rush out with a repulsor gurney to receive the patient, whisking her away into the medcenter. As the Mandalorians stand there, the policeman who escorted them in, a tall, broad human in his late thirties, walks up behind the group, putting a hand on Cade's shoulder, "You did a good thing, saving that girl. Kurak is a friend of mine, and I'd hate to see anything happen to his little girl."

He pauses for a moment, then adds, "I know what happened in that parking lot. Two of those cops were my friends. Good cops ." The grip tightens on Cade's shoulder, "You better tread very lightly in the future. You won't have a Kurak Rijas next time you kark up this badly."

Arno nods to Falmok, "You wanna try the front door then? Grab a drink, ask about their folks?"

Darien has moved to the cockpit of Mesh'la Solus by now and is monitoring comms for the two teams and Kurak, ready to play coordinator as necessary.

Cade's head slowly looks to the hand on his shoulder, then glares at the officer...

Falmok shrugs, Sure.. Hopefully it'll turn out better that the last time...

The cop glares back for a moment until he's sure his point has been made, then he turns to go back to his speeder and resume patrol.

When the pair enter the bar, the Rodian bartender makes a nervous sound, glancing around the room. A massive Houk, just out of sight from the street, half turns in his chair and sizes up the newcomers. He doesn't appear to be any sort of security, but he is quite big. They also draw a few glances from a variety of other patrons, but the Houk is the most immediately concerning. The bar is fairly busy, with patrons from an array of species.

Not like we didn't give them plenty of chances to just walk away.... Cade muttered. sirbur mayen di'kut tug'yc gar or'dinii, bal Ni Kelir bikadinir gar adol gar sheb'ika

Kara rapped a knuckle against Cade's back plate. [Udesii..]

Falmok leads the way to the bar, setting down a credit chip and hails the bartender.

The Rodian slinks along towards the pair of Mandos, snagging the credit chip, "What's your pleasure?"

Information... Falmok replies. We are looking for a lost friend of ours.

The Rodian weighs the chip in his hand, then pockets it. "Who? Maybe I can help..."

A Bothan, named Kimber.. she hangs out with a Barabel. Neither have anything to worry about from me, Falmok assured him, I heard they might be in some trouble..

"Okay, okay..." He seems to think for a moment, "I think I know, but my memory might need a little jogging. Like a jukebox, you know? Insert a cred chip and 'ding!' Info spits out."

Falmok rumbled a low growl, How much would this jukebox cost?

"Oh, let's say two hundred. One for each. I'll even through in a free drink for both of youse."

Flamok eyes the bartender a moment, then reflectively pulls out the credits and slides them across the bar surface. The information better be reliable...

The Rodian smiles as he slips the credits into a pouch. "Oh it's reliable. Youse guys will like this. So Kymber and her Barabel are kinda high-profile, right? So she sees what's going down and wants to dip, see? Some Mandos like youse guys really put a scare in 'er, not that she'd 'mit it." Here the Rodian takes a breath, having been talking very quickly. "Rumor is, she offed the banker and lit out with a couple hundred grand that belongs to the syndicate. Now, I'm not so sure I buy all that, but that's what people've been saying, see? So they need a hideout, but if they stole a couple hundred grand from the syndicate, they can't 'ave that many friends left, right? So that's what some of us've been trying to puzzle out, see? Which place they went, who'da sold out, ya get it?" Here he lowers his voice, dragging himself halfway onto the bar and grabbing Vhal's shoulder so he gets right up to the wolf-man's ear, " See, I'm the guy they paid off. Me an'a couple others. I saw 'em holed up in the Savrip Pass. Real back alley joint. I use'ta work there, that's how I knows it, see? "

The Houk is looking over his shoulder at the Rodian and trying to listen in. The Rodian thumbs his nose at the big patron, "Yah, cheapskate. You want info, you gotta pay for it, see?" The Houk shakes his head and turns back around.

Flamok grins behind the visor. So, he whispers back, you're friends with her? If she's interested on getting off world fast , we would be more than happy to help... for a price of course.

"Friends? Meh." He shrugs. "But yeah, she's got 'er tail on fire to get offworld."

Falmok shrugged, Send word to her if you are able, let her know that we are planning on leaving as soon as we finish with some personal business.

"Sure, sure, no problem. Just make sure you take it easy, she doesn't like Mandos much."

Trust me, she has nothing to worry about from me.. Falmok assured him.

He slows a bit, looking at Falmok cautiously and starting to wonder if he's said too much... "All the same, leave your contact info and she'll call you if she wants to meet up."

Falmok nodded his thanks as he and Arno left the bar with the intention of checking in with the others and reassess. The rain had stopped at some point while they were inside which left the streets at least looking cleaner than they did during the daylight. Did you hear him say something about a place called Savrip Pass?

Arno nodded, Yeah.. I think he slipped and told us too much.

Falmok pulled out a datapad and logged into the city registry, it only took a few keystrokes to find the location. Got it.. yeah, it's where he said.. di'kut. [Dar, Cade.. we think we have Kimber's location, forwarding the address now..]

Darien's voice crackles over the comm, "[Copy, I got it. Maya's working through the Hutt's security firm now, I'll have her prioritize any cameras for the Savrip Pass, see what shakes loose. K'oyacyi, Vhal. I'll be in touch.]"

A female Devaronian who appears to be in her late thirties, early forties enters the waiting room and glances around. Catching sight of the Mandalorians, she walks over to them and extends a hand to shake, "I'm Melni Rijas, D'avia's mother. Thank you for rescuing her from Griggs." Her voice is strained, but composed and steady. "Kurak should be here soon... I need to check and see if they have any news about her condition." She shudders, discomfited by the whole situation and struggling to maintain her calm.

Now that her family is here, the three Mandalorians feel comfortable leaving D'avia, and so start to walk back to the spaceport. Kurak passes them as they leave the medcenter, nodding briskly to them as he passes, moving in quite a hurry. Once they're clear of the medcenter, Kara comms Darien. "[We just left the medcenter. We passed Kurak on the way, he and his wife are with D'avia now, so she should be safe.]"

"[Copy. Vhal and a local Mando are head- Hang on.]"

After a moment Darien switches to the entire team's frequency. "[Vhal, Arno, be advised, Maya's confirmed that Kymber is at the Savrip Pass, but we're not sure about the Barabel. Five chakaare, believed to be Black Sun, just entered the bar.]"

Arno sighs, "[Was one of them a Klatooinan?]"

"[Elek.]"

"[Pretty sure they're Black Sun, then. He's one of their more aggressive enforcers.]" Arno switches back to comms with Falmok, "We're about five minutes out... what should we do?"