*Coming in low to the first rooftops and then maneuvering amid the larger structures as he came to them, Dholthar piloted his starfighter into the capital in search of a reasonable place to put himself down. Seeing that most of the regular spots were taken or not as secure as he would prefer, the Skipray made an approach on a public hospital docking facility in the city's core as its staff would be regulated more tightly and would boast more security. Putting the ship down lightly amongst the mainly medical transports that populated the area, Dholthar shut down the main systems while watching the security keep an eye on him yet politely keep their distance for the time being.*

Guess I better be on my best behaviour now, huh?

*Stowing away his normal blasters and instead opting for a less lethal stun baton, Dholthar stocked up on some more gold and Galactic credits before heading out. He had hoped to find a buyer for the product he had acquired on Lianna in a game of chance and thought a medical world might be best suited for that, both due to the nature of his acquisition and the fact that medtechs were typically easier to persuade to just take the deal. Dholthar just smiled to himself under his helmet as he left the ship and headed for the docking office to register himself.*

*After spending the day hitting the streets and digging up some intel on the various corporations and CEOs in charge of various hospitals on the planet and their respective specialties in research and development, Dholthar returned to his ship late into the night and plunked himself at a data terminal in the crew section. As he moved around some running applications to maximize computer resources, he pulled out a small holoprojector that he then plugged into the terminal before he set to work. He pulled up a template he was fond of using, a former associate of his mentor's, and began crafting a fraudulent holorecording using the hours upon hours of stock footage he had at his disposal. Dholthar liked to keep his prospective clients believing he was just a go-between and not the man they were actually dealing with, as it made them underestimate him to his advantage many times and allowed him to deflect blame and even fake a "double-cross" to get closer to some quarries. He was quite proud of his little bit of engineering to create the ruse and he loved the feeling of pulling one over on people who earnestly believed they were so powerful when they were so close to death it wasn't even funny.*

These people never miss the money anyways. It's better off in my hands and making a real difference in the galaxy.

*And so after almost an hour he was putting the finishing touches on his latest holo-creation and uploaded it to the handheld projector before stowing everything away and leaning back in his chair to catch a few winks of sleep before dawn came....*

*Dholthar came back to the ship late into the night after yet another long day of stumping around to yet another medicorp in the city and making his pitch. It always started the same with a meeting with some pathetic sniveling underling and producing a vial that they were never allowed to touch, which invariably led to a meeting with the head of research and development. It was then that he broke out the holovid of his "master" with the conditions: that he would provide the company with a sizable sample of kolcta for testing and potentially synthesizing purposes, and in exchange he would expect the company to give his agent Dholthar a sizable financial contribution as well as stocks in the company to foster a partnership in this endeavor. Kolcta was so rare that while it might be attainable in tiny amount to the uber-rich for emergency purposes, it was never in large enough supply to do any kind of clinical testing or compositional typing on a mass scale required to attempt a viable synthetic. The recording also alluded that more could possibly be available for sale if required.

Of course this was probably an unattainable goal as far as Dholthar understood yet all the select companies he had approached jumped at the opportunity to try and be the first to succeed anyways. While this was highly unethical as well as dangerous to be playing so many sides at once, Dholthar was positive that the secrecy each company would require for undertaking such a project would make it very safe for the next while at the very least....long enough to insert himself into each of the companies and get his hands into everything else they may have going. Which, in the end, was what he was really interested in.

Smiling to himself, Dholthar accessed the shipping hold and openned one of the shipping crates stored there to reveal dozens of one litre insulated durasteel cylinders packed ever so neatly. Plucking out four to distribute to each of the CEOs he had signed deals with, he sealed and locked the container once more before setting his wares aside and then settling in for a good night's sleep before the big day tomorrow.*