Cad Bane - The Concept of Trust

Meeting and Departing

Bane was having a problem. The contract was good, the pay was good, but this time there was too little information to decide how to proceed. There were too many precautions in place on the opposite side, and too little knowledge of the target available. Druk. He wasn't going to be stupid and proceed blindly... He needed a good plan. Bane perfunctorily cycled through the database of bounty hunters active in the region, until one in particular caught his eye. Bane had heard her pseudonym a couple of times. A female hunter, not very well-known, but a couple of others had given praise of her preparations and information gathering skills. Maybe this one would do. Bane decided to give it a shot. He did not want to transmit any info via the bounty-net, and certainly not across open comms; better to see who She was, and make sure no one picked up what was going on, so Bane contacted her just to settle a time to meet.

He arrived at the coordinates that lead him to a smaller spaceport in the Outer Rim, and saw a modified YT-2400 cargo-type freighter named "The Dalcassian". The ship had adequate guns installed, and some other changes to serve its purpose as a bounty hunter's vessel better. Not bad. Bane liked some of the mods he saw. When getting closer, he was disappointed to see the cargo hatch wide open, and the ramp lowered without anyone in sight. Sloppy. The Duros walked right into the storage hold, and saw a woman doing some welding, her back turned to him, and seemingly oblivious of his guest.

"You had forgotten your door open," Bane growled louder than necessary, trying to see if she was startled.

"No, I opened it for you, as I picked up from the port's comms line your ship had landed, and saw you approaching from the cameras. As you can see I have my hands full for a moment. So hang onto your hat for a moment, you'll soon have my attention," the low, calm voice answered him. She didn't even turn her head, and continued working without even flinching.

Bane raised his eyebrows. Not bad. Not bad at all. Maybe this trip was not in vain. He leaned his back towards the wall, and waited, being completely ignored after the brief welcome. The Duros measured her, as he watched her work. Nice frame. Muscular. Bane liked what he saw, though it did not matter. This was business and not pleasure, though it seemed to take a long time to even get to the business...

After some time she finally finished her job, and turned around to meet the irritated Duros she had made to wait far longer than he would have liked.

"So what can I do for you?" Her face had strong features, and eyes were questioning, completely ignoring Bane's demeanor, her tone unapologetic.

"I need some information about a certain person and facility." He spat out.

"Sure, give me all the data you can, specify what you need, and I see what I can do. How much time do I have?" She went straight to the point, and at some other moment Bane would have appreciated it, but after being made to stand there, ignored, for ages, he felt less indulgent. Let's see if you are good for anything.

"You'll get the name, and the coordinates of the facility. That's all. And, you have until tomorrow evening." Bane sneered, watching how she responded.

She looked at him, raising her eyebrow. "You understand that with poor background info and scope you will get poor intel?"

"I am not going to share any details with you. Just do what I tell you." Bane smirked, when seeing her sneering. This was the first reaction he got out of her. He didn't even care if she succeeded or not. There were other intel gatherers around.

Her eyes narrowed to slits. "Your call. Also, it's not much time. I am not sure how much data I can get for you. Depends of the target."

"Do what you can. I was told you are adequate in this so prove it!" Bane snapped when throwing her the chip.