A man of his word

[Lucas Kellan]

“A man is only as good as his word”

The words echoed in the Vektan Shadow Marshall director’s head over and over enough to drive any sane person crazy.

The crunch on the pavements of Coruscant of a man’s boots left the man wondering. The last time he had seen any signs of Lucas or Echo.. they had mysteriously disappeared from sight. He had carefully searched all of Vekta’s information databases carefully and thoroughly but the same information popped up that he knew already.

What was it? Where the hell did he miss something? Information was easily obtained on Vektan property due to him being the top dog of the Shadow Marshall.

He crossed his arms and almost punched a table. Anger crossed his face, nasty betrayal of a past “son” he had taken in as one of his own all for him to fall to care for a spy of the opposite side.

However, he felt his luck had changed somewhat as he had appeared in a brand new city. A new city he saw possibilities, new chances, and a cold dish of revenge. He was not going to leave unless he had that traitor's head on a silver platter. He should of shot him when he had the chance.

He had called that man his “son” for the last time.

However this city would be a lot more complicated to find information needed to search about this new place.

The director would have to talk to some strangers first and then go digging.

Luckily for him, the intelligence director had made it to Tier 1, Coruscant's top tier and the most beautiful areas he had seen.

He paused as he began his walk toward a upscale bar area fingering some Vektan dollars he had before leaving the company so far.

The bar had a name called the “Futurism Bar.”

The area was a little high classed for the area but it had just opened and the browish skinned man with cleanly set dreadlocks sat at the bar, setting some Vektan cash down for the bartender.

“Get me a average drink, I’ll pay you for information.”

The bartender eyed the foreign cash and blinked “So you think you can come into the Omniverse and barter with this … foreign money? Sorry, we only take OM here. You must be new here.

[Lucas Kellan]

The bartender eyed the foreign cash and blinked “So you think you can come into the Omniverse and barter with this … foreign money? Sorry, we only take OM here. You must be new here.

The director seemed a little oddly calm for some reason “Hold on, I can give you more, pal.”

The bartender was grumpy but the more money the guy was willing to pay, the more the bartender would “talk” to the man.

The bartender slipped him a average drink, and eyed the man getting uncomfortably close to Sinclair. “How much we talking? Because I know some stuff.”

Sinclair could feel the bartender wiping the dirty glass’s breath on him and he pulled back “Quite some Vektan cash if you have what I’m looking for.”

The bartender eyed the cash on the table and raised an eyebrow

“Hold on, I’ll be back.”

The bartender slipped to the back and whispered “Some newbie just slipped me some cash, says its Vektan cash and it’s a lot. Think we can give him info?”

“Depends.. What’s he looking for?” The random chatter of the others in the background said.

“He looks average. I’ll ask.”

“What even is Vektan cash?”

“I don’t know.”

The talk in back was taking too long so the Vektan was calm and walked out of the high class bar, slightly annoyed but with this amount of Vektan cash, he could get a swanky hotel room in this place.

Turns out the swanky hotel was quite the treat as the director walked in, eyeing the wait staff

“One room, please.” The shadow marshall director expected a clear answer.

“That would be 100 OM, sir.” The bored looking woman said

“Sure. Give me the best you have.”

200 a night, sir.”
Soon, Vektan cash was being traded for OM and the director found himself in a extremely nice hotel room