Being Bahama

At the End of the Trail…

More than once, the thought has crossed my mind that it would be a good idea to tell someone about this acquaintance of mine.  But with so few facts about what’s really happening and how much danger there may or may not be, I feel a little silly bringing it up.

With the explosives left on my table, I had a the first bit of solid evidence that something is definitely amiss.  But before I cause anyone unnecessary concern, I decided it would be best to investigate the coordinates I found etched on the explosives.  I’d feel better knowing exactly who and what I was dealing with before I panic about all the potentially dangerous possibilities.

The coordinates were located in a secluded, mountainous area of Corellia.  The terrain provided quite a bit of cover so I carefully made my way through the trees and bushes.  A large house came into view.  Then another almost identical right beside it.  I sat and watched through the windows for any signs the place was occupied.  I saw nothing.

I concluded that at that point I had two options.  I could either go down there and investigate, potentially putting myself in danger.  Or go home with no more information than what I already had.  The latter seemed a waste of time and effort so I made my way down to the front door. 

Just as I did a stranger came riding up on a swoop.  His arrival at that moment caught me off guard and I quickly tried to come up with something to say to him.  A reason why I’d be there on that doorstep.

“My datapad has run out of batteries.  Can you point me in the direction of Doaba Guerfel, please?” 

As he started to point in the direction of the city,  the door to the residence opened.  I can’t say I was surprised to find the very same acquaintance who’d just left those explosives there on my table standing there in the doorway. 

“You!”, I exclaimed.  “I knew it!”

Having all the proof I needed to tie him to the explosives, I jumped on my swoop and zipped out of the area.  He began sending messages almost immediately.  “How did you find this place?”  “What were you doing there?”

Could he really be that stupid?  Did he not realize his error?

I was angry enough that my reason left me. I told him I knew he’d set up the explosives, that I had the proof he was behind the whole thing.  He continued to deny it.  What nerve!

Furious that he’d continue to try to play out his little farce I told him the coordinates of his little hide out were clearly marked on the explosives he’d left sitting on my table.

“That’s not good.   Not good at all.  Maintain silence on this channel until further notice.”, he replied.

What?!  He’s telling ME to be quiet? Why would I contact a man who’s threatening me….or at the very least, trying to scare me into thinking there is a threat? Could he really be so bold as to try to continue his scheme when the evidence against him is so clear? 

I think it may be time to share what I know with my friends. And figure out which authorities I should contact to get him locked away…