They approached the edges of a town of buildings of a dull, brown color. It was easy to see it was set up in a simplistic manner, residences on the outside, shops in the middle, and the government in the center. Kira had been on recon missions before, but those were all solo assignments. Now, she wasn't sure where to begin.
"Here," Kylo interrupted her thoughts, holding out a set of comlinks.
Kira picked one up and he placed the other in his ear.
"You should do this alone," he told her.
"Are you sure?" Kira asked as she began testing out the comlink.
Kylo nodded. "There's only one way I know to get information out of people," he said, gently placing his hand where his lightsaber was hidden under his cloak.
Kira walked off towards the center of town. The sun was setting and if there was one thing Kira knew of people it was that they drank; every town had its watering hole, and when people drank they talked. "If shit goes down, you're gonna get me out of here, right?" Kira asked into her comlink.
Kylo sighed; it bothered him that she needed his assurance, that she couldn't just trust him to do right. "You're mine," he growled back because a man who cannot take care of what's his is not a man at all.
The tavern was dimly lit, not overly crowded, and a terrible house band was playing in the corner. Kira hoped she was not drawing too much attention as she walked up to the bar though she could feel several sets of eyes on her. The bar tender gave Kira her drink and she paid, her eyes settling on a pair of shady men in the corner. As casually as she could she slid into the booth next to them. The two men glared at her, but Kira remained unintimidated.
"I'm hoping you can help me," she began.
The roguish looking man on the left raised his eyebrows and elbowed his partner. The partner, fair-skinned and light of hair spilled his drink down his chin, startled by the sudden movement.
"We'd be more than willing to help a lady such as yerself," the one on the left smirked as his friend wiped beer from his chin.
"Shove it," Kira bit her tongue to stop herself from continuing with an insult. "I'm looking for someone you two look like dodgy enough to have heard every rumor on this planet."
The blondie grinned. "Information costs."
"I'll pay," Kira replied. "If your information is useful."
"So what do you want to know, sweetheart?" he asked.
"Dorak. You know the name?" Kira asked. She silenced her own mind to look into theirs, see what they thought of when they heard the name.
"Yeah, I know Dorak," said the one on the left. "Pay up, I'll tell you what size shoes he wears."
Kira made to stand up, annoyed and disappointed.
"Where are you going, sweets?" the same man asked.
"You're lying and you've wasted my time," she sighed. "Forget I was here. Forget you ever heard the name Dorak."
"You were never here. We never heard the name Dorak," they repeated back to her.
"There's nothing here," Kira muttered into her comlink. "I'm coming back to the ship."
"That was quick," Kylo responded. "Are you sure?"
Kira nearly laughed at his naïveté. These things require finesse; ask the wrong person and Tekka would be on the other side of the galaxy before they even found Dorak. No one else in that place was someone you could ask and might know. "Yes, I'm sure."
