At the Iyuta spaceport, Imperial Customs officers search the Profit Margin
thoroughly for contraband. Of course, none is found, and your cover story is taken at face value. Amarath gets a few extra questions, but she shows her bounty hunter guild idents and claims she's on a ride-along with "her dear beloved and incompetent cousin", which she indicates is you. They buy it.
Mediocre docking facilities come steep, and you're warned to stay within the city. Otherwise, you're allowed into Takari without further incident. As your intel suggested, Takari is a small city on an undeveloped planet.
As you're walking along clean streets under the noonday suns, Hosk looks at the datasheet he picked up for Takari, griping, "Like all resort towns, the food and board prices are outrageous. I can't get back on the Profit soon enough, Lad.""Awwww,"
Amarath says in a condescending tone. "Is um homesick already? Maybe Little Fuzzy should've packed a lunch?"
Hosk snarls, but doesn't fire back a reply.
Checking on the coordinates for the Rusty Bucket, you're coming up on it to your left. However, there is a temporary fence erected around what was once a building. It's now a burned out husk. There are signs erected that the site is closed for repairs.
Hosk is first to speak, pointing at the fence, "Is that the Rusty Bucket?"
Amarath quips, "I guess they served some high grain. I can still smell the smoke."
She taps her comm, "Hey there, lil Miss Onondb. Can you spool up any news on a recent fire?"
Squall comes on the comms, you can hear the smile in zir voice, "Well, Amy. Looks like some dining establishment was reported as burned down a week ago."