In a sleazy tapcaf in a section of Coruscant no one ever went willingly, Shinai Stel-Ardak met his contact. He sat in a booth at the back, his eyeless visage hidden by a pair of reflecting goggles. Yet Shinai wore them not for any aesthetic reasons, he just didn’t want to be noticed and even on Coruscant seeing a Miralukan like himself was apt to stay in a few memories. “You were not followed?” the Zabrak asked, sinking into the booth opposite Shinai. “Of course not,” Shinai spat. “I have here your target,” the Zabrak said, leaving his Corellian ale untouched. “He’s a senator.” “Jedi Skywalker?”