"She looks like the frontwoman to some hardcore thrash strummer band. She didn't, uh.. well. She didn't talk much. Didn't talk 'bout any motives or anything, but she seemed like she were in a rush. Standard shit, y'know? Looks over her shoulder, tilts her head when the door opens to the cantina. Typical person who doesn't want to be found." He raised a hand and began to stroke his facial horns, Narrik approaching. She sniffed. "Private." She belched internally. Flawless. "Jedi." "I think it's about time one of us got coordinates and...

"I got a pureblood who wants off Cilare. I don't fuck around with Sith business, but this bitch's credits is more than any army would pay a General in a year. That's simple shit, y'know? She's got no cargo and we got no security breaches. I don't fuck around with Sith." He blows a raspberry at Narrik as she loitered in the corner glaring daggers at him. "You want the meet-up, then you can take it. Some shuttle that looks like it's seen better days about two kilometers north of the Cilare farming refueling station."

"On world or off?" He paused, looking around. A sneer sent his little dancer girls prancing away. "And.. upcoming contracts, completed, or first contact? I keep logs. I'm very organized."

"Yeah.. I smuggle folks. Ain't against the law on Cilare, and they're all former Imp slaves or citz who get angry with the Imps," Private Wsyr, "Jag," spat on the floor with meaning at the mention of Imperials. "I work for civvies and only civvies and that's on the side. I can't promise to get little baby Lucy to Coruscant before the Sith cut her clit off, but I can promise that if I got the time then you're in luck.. and your credits'll need a new family. I know it's embarassin', so you come in robes and hate yourself for havin' to ask such a ...

"Always." She mumbled, crawling out of the speeder like a cat who was just waking up from a long, long nap. "I guess we're looking the for the yahoo with scales as opposed to all these other yahoos?" She bit her bottom lip briefly, finger gunning at the Mandalorians as they went back to their business. The seedy cantina was really, really seedy. Probably one of the worst in galactic history, as it had enough slave girls to create a coup. The Nikto was in sight, however, near a corner with a bunch of slave girls who didn't look like slave gir...

She's asleep. It's not rocket surgery. ____ MOIK'S DISCOUNT SWOOPS & SPEEDERS slowly crept into view. A horrible dive of a place, a total haven for swoop jocks and anyone else who liked speed. There were a few landspeeders outside, flame decals on the side or fins placed on the back, even plasteel undercarriages to prevent tearing into the terrain during a rough race. There were a few mooks hanging outside, talking the shit, trading blows. Most of them looked to be human-- a few were bounty hunters, Mandalorians specifically, on the jo...

"Guess so. You've never been to a swoop joint, have ya?" She inhaled deeply, hurling a glob of phlegm out on the grass. She, of course, fell asleep in the speeder. Right away. As her question ended.

Narrik followed along, rubbing at the bridge of her nose. "I don't think we'll need guns. Do we need guns? Otherwise I'm sparkly like the moon and ready to find Private Wsyr."

"Yeah. He used to be in the Brentaal Anarchist Front. Did a lot of hit-and-run on the Imps. Pretty zwoosh shit, y'know? Fucker is crazy. Can't fly anymore, though.. not since he accidentally lost two engines on a three engine ship." Griffiths frowned. "We're not gonna have a threesome, ar-.." "No." Narrik blurted. "Bu-.." "Fuck you," she retorted. "I need to find your bro before he fists himself into a coma. So point us to him or else that gravtank is gonna be parked on your colon. We shiny?" "Yeah, yeah. We're cool, thunder snat...

"Oh, yeah. Jag and I hit the cantinas sometimes. Do a little charity work. We're model soldiers, really. I'm gonna adopt when I get out.. my chance to.." Hair flip. .. give back to the galaxy. I can't stop, you know? Gotta make all the pain go away.. Jag is a good guy, but he's not as... skilled as I am" He leaned in towards Adilan. "Maybe your new friend can go see Jag.. and you can hang out at the mess with me?"