[Out of Character]
I think I made a mistake in letting the party split up. Let's make it our goal to rejoin within two posts each.
I leave the scav with the Invictus at a planetside hangar, telling him that if he pockets anything from it, he doesn't leave the cesspool that is Bel Aemis. A mile away, in a slum apartment in a dead-end alley, is a room full of computers. You can feel the static in the air as you approach it, tugging at your hair and sparking by the rusting droid parts that litter the edges of the alley.
There's a metal door with an old-school keypad lock. Luckily, I know the combo; gently prying the panel away from the wall, I reach in and short the circuits that lock the door. I snap it back in place and walk down the gloomy staircase behind the door.
The basement is a room filled with softly glowing computer consoles and servers and cables. A slouched, gaunt figure stands at one console, and jumps a foot when I accidentally let a door slam behind me. "Jax!" he shouts. "What do you think you're doing here? Going to ask me a favor? If I remember right, you're the debtor, not me."
"Who's counting among friends?" I say. "Besides, I remember that you still owe me a big one from Sernpidal. Look, this isn't even a real favor. I need to find out about a person. It'll be fun for you to tap into all your hacked networks and dig up a mystery. Spectre is his name. This chip has his only communication with me, but it should be a lead for you."
The hacker takes the holochip and inserts it into a port on his console. He begins typing. An hour later, he shakes his head at me. "There's nothing here, Jax. Not even Spyrius has a file on him, and they have files on everyone. There are just holes where his data might have been. A stolen ship entry, a gravitational anomaly in a few star maps, broken links from other files, and not much else. Whoever this is, he's thorough, and he didn't want to be found. Let me give you what I've got, and you can go."
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