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It was the rare occasion where the Jedi Council tasked Camiss with something on Coruscant. Though the Coruscant underworld was a true hive of scum and villainy, the Jedi weren't involved in the policing of it. Camiss wasn't in the underworld tonight, but he might as well have been.
He looked up at the neon "Astral Nightclub" sign to make sure he was in the right place. Jedi didn't often find themselves at these kinds of establishments, but when you're searching for a bounty hunter, you don't often find yourselves at the finest of places.
Camiss pulled his hood over his head as he walked inside. The bounty hunter he was looking for, a Rodian named Esco Dalibar, had seen Camiss on a number of occasions. Camiss had been chasing him around the galaxy for about a year at this point, but he finally had solid intel that he'd be at this club tonight.
He scanned the room as he walked, looking for a place to sit and camp out for the time being. He wanted to blend in, so he took a seat at a table near the stage facing the dancers. As much as they were trying to gain his attention, Camiss had no trouble keeping his mind focused on his mission.
Time was passing by, and there had been no sign of Dalibar or any Rodians. He wasn't told a specific time, and that was something he should've asked. Camiss decided to get up and take a lap around the room, searching for any suspicious behavior Dalibar could be involved in.
In the corner he noticed a Besalisk huddled close to and whispering to someone in a hood, seemingly trying to hide himself as much as Camiss was. He'd never seen this Besalisk before, and there weren't many on Coruscant.
He decided to ask someone if they knew who he was, so Camiss stopped one of the dancers as she was walking by.
"Excuse me, ma'am, but do you know who that Besalisk over there is?"
