"—oh. Yes, they could, couldn't they?"

Nod.

"And you believe they are?"

"If they are, that suggests an avenue to acquiring both their resources and cooperation. I believe it's likely enough to investigate."

He nods. "Do you know of avenues of investigation that are particularly likely to be fruitful?"

"The pirate will have an idea."

"Thank you. I will ask him."

Then they can go back to the ship.

And he looks for the pirate.

"Need something?"

"Occlus suggested it was not unlikely the Orrisid Group might be, and I quote, 'indentured or enthralled in some fashion,' and that I should talk to you about looking into that."

"Huh. By who, the Hutts? It's not like the Cartel keeps a list of their interests."

"It's what Occlus suspects, yeah."

He shakes his head. "Dunno why she thinks I run the underworld. I guess I can at least narrow down the possibilities. They operate out of Nar Shaddaa, right?"

"Yeah."

"You coming with?"

"Yeah."

They set out to a cantina that is perhaps familiar.

Ooh this place, yeah, okay. He can hang out quietly.

Andronikos talks with a different subset of people this time. Rougher, less friendly.

And Rafa—looms. He's not that tall, but he looks tall, and threatening, and very much like someone you do not want to cross.

On most of the gangsters, this is effective. One particularly ugly Houk sneers and puffs himself up.

Rafa regards him impassively.

He doesn't choose to make an issue of it.

A couple more interviews, and then Andronikos is done. "That didn't go as badly as I thought it would."

"Oh?"