Cossick's brows perk up slightly, admitting a bit of shock. "I'd be a fool to say no." Gesturing towards the scanner. "But to answer your question, there are a few suspected." Tossing a data chip onto the table. "Names and basic information of those suspected. I'd check into myself, but I'm content with keeping to my business. I've seen enough war for quite a few lifetimes." The sleeve to his jacket slides down slightly on his right arm. A brief exposure of a tattooed serial number, bearing the indiscriminate insignia of the Zakuul. He was once a prisoner of war.
"Give the Eternal Empire my regards, and if you ever need anything in the future, I can be reached through a back channel in Imperial networks. Catalogued under a supply log, file zero three four. Anything sent and received self encrypts. Location provided, and payments will be dealt on delivery. Consider yourself lucky, Sith. I don't do this for anyone; but I have a good feeling about ya." He whisks up a drink off of a try from a passing serving girl, she was quick to turn around, giggling slightly at his brashness. It was clear he was a household name on Nar Shaddaa. "If anything else, I have to meet with a Hutt, should be arriving soon... The cartel and there appearances..." He muttered something under his breath before taking a drink, indistinguishable at best, but a clear disdain was obvious.