"I apologize if my invitation gave the wrong impression." Setekh accepted his caf with a quiet 'thank you' to the droid server and sipped at it, then added a bit more sugar to the cup. Setekh looked around the cafe, eyes settling on a Rodian attempting to look inconspicuous but shooting glances their way. He rested his elbow on the table and his hand clenched. The Rodian gave him a wide-eyed look and clawed at his throat. Setekh just watched impassively. The Rodian held up his hands in a placating gesture and Setekh opened his fist. The Rodian doubled over, coughing, and when he could breathe again, he fled through the open door of the cafe to the Promenade.

"Information brokers are getting desperate. Zakuul is as likely to kill as to pay for their services." Setekh gave a serene shrug and sipped at his caf. "A few of us, a very few, are attempting to organize a resistance, but it takes time and resources, and my power base was shattered years ago. It takes time to rebuild." There was a flash of anger, then, and his lip curled. He looked as if he wanted to say more, but he sipped at his caf instead. He took a deep breath. "I've paid back the most important of the debts I owe. Old rivalries do us no good. Not against Zakuul. They enjoy watching us attack each other."

Nuro cleared his throat and shot Setekh a meaningful look, then looked over at Phinea and gave her a wan smile. "We fell out of touch for a while, I know. How have you been?"