Ziost - Crown of the Sith Empire

She nodded at the data pad and handed it back.

"How much contact have you had with Clan Fett in the past few years? I've had some, but not nearly enough to keep up with things."

"I have spoken with them here and there. Nothing with any real regularity. Mainly if the mood came to me or if Corso and his Clan came to mind. May I ask what gift you received from Corso? I hope you have been taking good care of it."

I decrypted Eagle's coded messages. I have learned that they are using Imperial Code. Meaning that there is a mole somewhere. Maybe worse.

Do you want to work together on this so that we can bring Eagle and whomever is working with them to justice?

"If a Mandalorian offers you armor, then that's what you take, right? It's kind of an obvious yes, you'd take whatever is offered."

As they arrive at the shop Remmington gets them a booth that offers a little bit of privacy compared to some of the other seating arrangements. He places an order for some snacks and drinks.

He puts his datapad on the table so that they both read and type on it. "I went with the armour option too. It is there iconic thing. I think I should probably upgrade it at some point."

"At some point I will personalize it further. As is, it is more than enough for those who value such things."

Remmington nods. "They certainly do live up to expectations. I just intend to customize it more for my personal use."

He types out more information on the datapad.

I also determined that the code Eagle is using is reserved for the Imperial channel that the Dark Council uses. So there is a traitor that is either among the Council or someone high up enough that they have access to such.

Do you know any other information or have suspicions about who this may be or get us closer to finding Eagle and all their associates?

"You live a more interesting life than mine," she said with a shrug, then laughed, "I'm a bit out of touch with what is fashionable in the capital. I've been away too long. I've seen quite a few very well dressed people, both at private functions and during court. I've made mental notes of people to follow up with. You know, things like 'who is your tailor?' and such.... a few stand out in particular, but most of them are men. I can't really show up to a party dressed like a man. They'll just think I'm on duty! Thankfully, there's someone like Lady Nuwazi. Very well put together. Definitely someone to take note of, if you like such things."

Remmington shakes his head. "It is not like I keep up with current trends either. My interests lay predominantly with machinery. Though I did pick up a fedora back on Nar Shaddaa because it looked good on someone. I thought it may help me out too. Plus it served well keeping that oily rain out of my hair."

He cannot quite place the face to the name. "Hmm... Lady Nuwazi you say? My apologies but I seem to be drawing a blank. Can you remind me who that is?"

"She seems to be quite popular, here in the capital," Hala explained, "I've seen her in court and I think I also remember her at Darth Tayana's salon a night or two ago. She was even allegedly to be at Lord Torsin and Lord Serasai's wedding earlier today, too. If that doesn't jog your memory, I can send you some of her information."

"I am not familiar with all the guests that showed up to the wedding." Remmington nods. "I appreciate the help. Please do."

Hala slid the datapad over to her side of the table and pulled up Nuwadi's public-facing profile then pushed it back across to the Sith.

"Does that help?"

Remmington nods. "That does. Thanks. Is there something that I may help you with Colonel Moraal?" He offers.

"Just keep me in mind if something catches your eye? While I'm here in the capital, I need to pay attention to the latest trends."

Remmington nods. "Well please share with me any relevant information you may come across. Also feel free to ask for my help."

He takes out his comlink. "Probably a good idea to exchange Galactic Network Ids."