Ziost - Crown of the Sith Empire

After receiving the call on where to meet Kristal dressed for her usual outing, which included body armor, a cloak to conceal it, and her lightsaber. Standard Sith attire, or at least one who made their home on the battlefield. Though, for Kristal the opposite might be said as well, that her home was a battlefield.

Following the directions given to her by Bur she arrived at the meeting place.

It was a corner bistro that overlooked the snowy beach. Bur had on shades and a wide smile and said, “Sith, prompt as usual.”

"I do not endeavor to be a disappointment in that manner," she said, "I see you have been managing quite well to incorporate some pleasure into your work."

“Well I offered you a chance to sample the wild side years ago Sith, but you opted for the… well whatever you consider fun. So, should we eat first or do you just want the information?” Bur responded as he tapped the table lightly.

"Eat first," she took the seat, "I may be more machine than most but at least I will show I am not utterly devoid of humanity."

Kristal removed her gloves as she settled into her seat, one hand metal and revealing the intricate but strong cybernetics underneath the glove but the other that of the one she was born with. Calloused and hard after her years of service on the battlefield.

Bur nodded and had the waiter bring them menus after some stressful decision making he said, “Malam was at Nar Shaddaa, shady arms dealing, worked with the Mandos… it was all below board but get this he is selling them Imperial weapons… so where does a man like that get Imperial small arms… military grade. He has worked at four different companies since Nar Shaddaa… and his performance reviews are glowing.”

“Half the companies don’t even exist, not physically no offices or staff just digital trail.”

"Efficiency within the Empire is hardly lacking," she added aloud, "if there were to be someone allowing such shortages as Lord Grathan has noticed than who better than the man in charge. Anyone lower and such a problem would have arrived from either incompetence of the same, or as the situation appears here and now from the very man himself."

"If this man were to be selling Imperial Weapons from Grathans factory on the side," she paused when noticing the waiter returning with some waters. Accepting one for herself and waiting before continuing, "how would he accomplish this task, in your expertise?"

“Well actually not that hard actually when you are running a front operation to funnel weapons to the Mandalorians on the slip,” he said as they ate.

“Which sounds like Imperial Intelligence handprints. My guess, Mala Gil is a shill probably for some deep cover Imperial project. The kind to fold with minor threats of violence,” he finished.

"You have my thanks, Bur," she said, relaxing back in her seat. "Then I know how I must proceed further. Is there anything else you would report, or shall we simply enjoy the rest of the morning?"

"I think you have the gist," he said honestly.

"Then you shall enjoy the remainder of your morning, and as soon as I am finished here, Malam Gil shall have an unexpected appointment," she said.

"Might I ask how your other task is proceeding? According to plan?"