"Long before the fall of the Republic, when Cyrkon was first colonized, it had been an ideal, almost idyllic world, situated perfectly in the habitable zone of its only star. Since then, the atmosphere had become poisonous as industrial and commercial enterprises had filled it with toxins. The temperature had skyrocketed, the surface had begun to overheat, resulting in a runaway greenhouse effect, which meant that all inhabitants had to live within domed cities with regulated temperature and atmosphere controls. These cities became overcrowded and neglected."
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Under such hostile conditions the small group of four clones, master and padawan were going to operate. Their objective was located in the capital city of the planet: Motok, one of those imposing cities covered by a dome that maintained a stable environment for life inside.

The light freighter

Now, with Hammer at the controls, the A huge spaceport as big as the eye could see.

Tesla: - Oh oh. This will be more complicated than I thought. - He said overwhelmed when he saw the immensity of the place.

Tukk: - What's wrong, Lieutenant? He is afraid of big cities. -

Doss: - What worries me are the inhabitants. -

Pablo: - Don't worry, Lieutenant Doss, our objective is to neutralize contacts between the Separatists and criminal gangs. If we act properly it should not cause problems for civilians. -

Roy: - Well... We have to start somewhere. What clues do we have? -

Pablo: - Nothing really. We only know that treaties are taking place in this city, but we don't have a name or a place to start. -

Hammer: - So... We have no idea what to do?... Or what to look for? -

Pablo: - Calm down, captain. Not many dare to use the Hutt name to do their thing. We will surely find the first clue if we listen correctly. -

Tukk: - We must stop for now. Port control is approaching. -

What the commander said was true, because when they looked through the windows of the ship they could see three individuals approaching. The one in the middle was a Rodian who had a somewhat worn blue uniform, and the other two behind him seemed to be the area's security force, with blasters loaded and ready to shoot.

Tesla: - It seems that security is somewhat strong in this area. -

Pablo: - If you live under the Hutt territories then you will want to be armored at all times. Come on. Let's not keep our hosts waiting. -

The interview with the port guard was quite simple. The four clones disguised as bounty hunters introduced themselves to the "authorities" as a group new to the business. Normally they would ask more questions, but when they said they were transporting Republic weapons to sell on the black market they didn't even think twice. Meanwhile, double climbing the scaffolding of a crane without anyone detecting them, Pablo and Roy were watching how everything was going smoothly.

Roy: - I don't like having to sell weapons to these guys. -

Pablo: - It is a necessary evil, young Padawan. With any luck... those weapons will attract the attention of the very being we are looking for. Or at least give us a clue about it. For now, we can only leave the rest in the hands of the boys. Ready to go? -

Roy: - I'm going after you. -

Able to maintain a lower profile, Jedi and Padawan would infiltrate the city streets and seek out some information on their contact. It was a blind search, so they had to keep their ears open for any trace of information. Surely in some tavern or canteen they could find something useful. Organic ones with enough alcohol in their body tend to talk more.

Meanwhile, the group of clones seemed to have a little more progress. The arms sale attracted a lot of attention from the Rodian who was the port officer, and he said that he knew a buyer who was especially interested in purchasing weapons. A golden opportunity that they would not miss.

Tukk divided the quartet into pairs, with him and Doss being in charge of seeing that contact. While Hammer and Tesla unloaded the more than two hundred containers full of weapons from the XS.

Hammer:-That... Leave the heavy lifting to Hammer while he goes to talk... commander. -The clone complained while he lowered one of the heavy boxes towards a transport.

Tesla: - Problems with homework? - He said in a mocking way.

Hammer: - It looks like you are operating the forklift. These boxes are very heavy to carry by hand. -

Tesla: Well... Poor fate. - He said in a mocking way. - I do not possess that overwhelming strength that the great Captain Hammer of the 194th battalion possesses. -

Hammer: - Ha ha. Very funny. - He said with irony. - Keep being mocking and I'll make you carry boxes by hand. -

The two clones were mortifying for a while, until more than half of the cargo had been unloaded, when a metallic knock suddenly alerted them both.

Tesla: - Did you hear that? -

Hammer: - It seems we have visitors. - They both whispered as they brought their hands closer to their weapons.

Tesla: - Well... It seems that we will have to be good hosts. -

Hammer: - Take it for granted... Come on. -

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, Tukk and Doss were closely following the Rodian, who seemed not to be very afraid of the pair, considering that they were both heavily armed and behind his back. You didn't have to be very intelligent to realize it, but the more they followed the Rodian the security became stronger and stronger, to the point that the civilians seemed to have completely disappeared. They didn't know where they were going, but without a doubt they were going to see someone important in Motok. Hence the Rodian's confidence.

Finally they arrived at a somewhat peculiar place. A residence that did not stand out much from those around it, but if you looked closely you could see several lookouts hidden among the alleys and dark spaces. Obviously keeping an eye on where they were going.

The Rodian knocked on the door in a somewhat strange way, obviously some kind of secret code between them, because it wasn't long before someone answered his knock without even asking who it was.

The door to the place opened, revealing a large Trandoshan wearing heavy plastoid armor and a blaster of Separatist origin. You didn't have to be Tesla to realize his origin, because his design, although very different from the one used by the B1 droids, had quite notable similarities. Looks like they found their target's lair.

Rodiano: - Your host will attend to you soon. If you would be so kind, I would appreciate it if you would accompany my friend from now on. -

The Rodian's tone was very formal, but it was clear that neither clone was comfortable with the situation. The armored Trandoshan gave them a rather menacing look, as if trying to intimidate them to make it clear that they were at a disadvantage in that place, just before moving aside to allow them passage.

Tukk and Doss looked at each other for a second, unsure whether to follow them or start shooting to get back to the ship, but they had a mission to accomplish. They both took a deep breath, nodded their heads, and entered the wolf's den. Inside the place the corridors were dark, with dozens of doors that led to who knows where, but most likely they were rooms full of boxes of weapons and explosives. Tukk and Ross knew perfectly well where to go, even though the Trandoshan was after them, as the corridors seemed to lead them towards a huge wooden door, where two heavily armed guards watched him defiantly as he approached.

When they both stopped, the armored trandoshado stepped forward, opening the doors to allow them passage.

Trandoshan: - He is the lord of Motok, you will see them in an instant. -

When they both entered they were impressed to see how luxurious the place was, although very different from Coruscant. The entire room was filled with decorations and fine wood carvings, with marble statues and velvety fabrics, something that was extremely old-fashioned for the time, but looked just as impressive.

The clones did not say anything, for fear that they were being listened to, and they were right, so they simply sat in two armchairs located in front of a huge bureau made of precious wood, behind which was a luxurious rotating black leather chair. . There was no doubt about it, the one behind all of this was not going to be someone you wanted to get in their way.

Meanwhile, on the streets of Cyrkon, some words seemed not to go unnoticed by two pairs of curious ears nearby. Pablo and Roy, hidden under their robes and drinking some cheap liquor on the bar of the third bar they found, could hear a very interesting conversation on one of the tables.

????: - There is no problem. The weapons should arrive in a couple of days at most. I know money won't be a problem. -

????: - The "sir" does not want to... raise suspicions about these operations. We need it to be discreet. The most discreet you can. -

????: - Don't worry. I've been at this longer than he thinks. This "agreement" will be treated in the best possible way. -

????: - I hope so. Bay six at dusk. I hope that

And saying nothing more, one of the two mysterious beings who were speaking stood up and left the place. With a simple sign from his teacher, Roy began to follow one who appeared to be a Trandochan, but judging by the hood he was wearing it was difficult to tell exactly. In any case, Roy knew that he had to be extremely careful.

Meanwhile, Pablo stayed in the bar, waiting for the next move of the other suspect who remained sitting in his place, and paying a little more attention, the Jedi was able to detect seven armed guards scattered around the place. It was difficult to distinguish them among the entire crowd in the bar, but you could see that he was doing nothing other than watching the mysterious being who was enjoying his last drink.

He was no ordinary person, that was for sure. The suspect was a blonde man about forty years of age or older. Handsome, but with a dangerous look. His clothes were quite contradictory to the rest of the atmosphere of the place, as if he liked to stand out from the crowd. Someone with an ego bigger than their shoes.

Then, a Rodian entered the bar and approached the mysterious man, somewhat nervous. There was no doubt. He was the same Rodian who worked in the port guard.

Rodiano: - Mr. Dunkan. We have... something interesting that requires his attention. -

Dunkan: - Anything interesting? - Asked the one now called Snake.

Rodiano: - Yes sir. An unexpected deal with arms of the Republic. I figured he would be interested. -

Dunkan: - Mmmm. Interesting without a doubt. Very good. I'll go see them. -

Rodiano: -The subjects must already be waiting for him in his office. -

Dunkan: - Perfect. How much efficiency. Take. You bought something worthwhile. -

The mysterious subject stood up, while he left some credits on the table that the Rodian gladly accepted before leaving. Dunkan adjusted his hair a little before fixing his clothes and left the place, surreptitiously followed by the seven armed individuals that Pablo had previously detected. There was no doubt, they were his bodyguard.

Pablo: - Well done guys. They came across the biggest fish. -

He said to himself before finishing his last drink, before standing up and following Dunkan and his group before losing sight of him.