It's Character Building! (open + stormy)

[Talau the Ever-Lurking]

It was a rare moment of rest for the solitary blue form of a woman in what appeared to be fatigues. They weren't so much cammo patterned as they were solid, drab, colors that made her less likely to be noticed than the typical soldier's pattern. On Kuat, however, she didn't particularly care. Well, no. She did. Rahja was, as her current seating arrangement suggested, a solitary person who didn't particularly care for intrusions into her life....one or two exceptions to the rule aside. Still, she wasn't a hostile presence currently...not physically or in the force. At least, not at the moment.

This wasn't to say that the Chiss Miss didn't look threatening, however. Her features were predatory, angular and severe, with a cascade of shoulder length umbral hair, crimson eyes that (particularly in the dim light of the dive) seemed to glow just slightly and didn't seem intent on allowing others to know where she was looking. Such were the features of many chiss, however...not that the majority of the galaxy knew that. She used it to great advantage.

The dive she had currently chosen to haunt wasn't a particularly rough place, nor disreputable, but it was a little hole in the wall sort of place that only those who typically came to Kuat would know. It was, in fact, a little gem of a place with good drink and fair to decent food. Better, certainly, than a good number of similar places that dotted the various planets of the galaxy. It was because of her fairly consistent travel to and from Kuat that she even knew the place was here, and why she stayed to eat, despite the nearly-full occupancy.

At this rate she may need to share her table.

The horror!

Beside her sat a duffle-sized pack and another, less benign looking, cloth carrying case that was suspiciously rifle shaped. Not your ordinary rifle, either....high powered, deadly from 900 yards or more, kind of rifle. If, of course, a person knew what that sort of rifle might look like, that is. From the opening of the pack the head of what appeared to be a raven-like bird showed, peering all around the area, two (barely visible) red pricks of light shifting back and forth as it 'looked' around. The woman didn't seem to be bothered with that fact, however, her attention on a datapad on the table and her food...her senses idly drifting through the force in the area of the bar, vaguely interested in those around...mostly insofar as to know if, or when, one might approach her.

[Kerrick Void]

Normally Kerrick wasn't a patrolman or some form of cop. Because he was special forces he stayed within military parameters so working in close proximity to civilians was a rare sight, and not usually a good omen. Unlike other branches of the Republic, his unit did not dress in grunt wear or anything friendly looking. Unlike the standard rifleman, who wore lighter armor, he and the rest of his men wore thick plastoid armor. He was often referred to as a Republic Trooper, a unit that worked on the frontline rather than as a defensive guard.

That was correct. He wasn't on duty. He was still in armor and he still had weapons on him even though he didn't carry a rifle. He was on leave from the military installation to protect one of the major worlds of ship production for the Republic. So like any other soldier, he went out for a drink with a few others. There was a local bar in the urban area that he decided to try out. He wasn't picky about his alcohol.

So it was no surprise when the air shifted as he and the three other troopers walked in. Armor clad and helmets on, they looked ready to fight. They all strode to the bar with confidence and sat down there. Each took off their helmets, the sounds of seals breaking as they removed them. Kerrick was the leader. His armor had more decorations than the others. He and the rest ordered their liqour, Void leaning on the counter as his compatriots joked and talked to each other casually. He didn't look like the nicest of people and he certainly didn't look ready to laugh, but through his frown and hard eyes he looked the most complacent you would ever find him. While they weren't expecting a brawl, he was ready to kill.

[silithcangleth]

"Oh joy, the plastic fantastics are here..." The Trandoshan muttered under his breath with a slight hiss as he eyed the squad of Pubs walked in. The glass of Corellian whiskey he had risen to his lips in order masked the movements of his mouth, the last thing he needed was a wonderful round of 'let's see some ID' and the inevitable harassment that would come from it. Not necessarily because of his record, though given the violent offenses that would likely contribute it. No, in this case it would be the result of the other classic technique of law enforcement: species profiling. And given how he looked, in particular he stood out. Even among the eclectic crowd, a thought that caused his eyes to flash over towards the weird blue and red eyed humanoid person who looked somewhere between a casino variety act and someone who didn't listen to the advice of 'no disintegrations.' Were those eyes natural, or was she just incredibly high on spice or deathsticks or something? So many questions about the odd woman buzzed through the Trandoshan's mind as he slowly shook his head and took another burning swallow of the whiskey

Of course, Silithcan wasn't one to talk. Or, well, think. He was rather odd too. The reptile stood at a firm seven feet tall, his arms and legs thick with muscle in that typical Trandoshan fashion. And made it ever so irritating to find clothing that fit, let alone shoes. Never any shoes! But regardless, his physique wasn't what was atypical about him. Nor was it his green scales or the golden eyes of his that were locked on the plastic fantastics again. It was his attire. Which was rather elegant dress suit composed of a double-breasted tailcoat weaved of a very expensive blue fabric, the kind that was an absolute schutta to get blood out of, that came from the dreadfully boring and pacifistic world of Alderaan. They did, however, know how to tailor very nice suits. The coat also had delightful gold buttons, which were rather required to keep the double-breasts together, that ran down his chest. The number of times he had to get them replaced after he'd been shot there or simply stretched the coat too much was better left unsaid. As well as the cost. Around his waist was a simple belt, less fancy than the suit but still of fine quality. Hanging from it were various items, including two weapons. Via a simple scabbard hung a vibrorapier. A civilized weapon that just happened to be very good at gutting those it was stabbed into. Along the blade were words, written in Dosh. If translated, they would read "Did you get the point?" The Trandoshan, of course, found it exceedingly amusing. The other weapon was a simple blaster pistol, that looked like an old-fashioned revolver. It made it easier, and more fun, to twirl around his long index finger. And finally, the last part of his appearance, were a pair of pants that were woven in matching blue fabric to the jacket. They were specially made to cut off halfway down his shin, to avoid dragging on the ground due to his lack of shoes...accursed, non-Trandoshan fitting shoes.

All of this, of course, made him a curiosity. And as much as Silithcan was immensely amused by the confused looks he got, sometimes the attention wasn't worth it. Especially when it was of the bigot with a badge type. Or bigot with a gun. Or just simply a bigot, really. Being caught with them in public made it terribly difficult to rip off one of their arms and beat them to death with it, and not get arrested. Especially if a horde of plastic fantastics were watching. So, hopefully, this busy cantina would stay nice and peaceful. Or at least, should a brawl ensue, it'd end with him walking out the door without stuncuffs locked around his wrists. But time would tell...

[Talau the Ever-Lurking]

Truth be told, Rahja didn't much appear to be a soldier, unlike the four troopers who sauntered in on what appeared to be rec time. Of course, she never much looked like a soldier either, not unless she had to look like one, which she sure as hell didn't have to right now, and typically didn't have to while she was on duty either. What she couldn't figure out, however, as she subtly looked up at the four of them her eyes lifted but the rest of her posture stating she was focused on her food and that datapad, was why in galaxy they were in here....in their armor. Not only did it not make sense from a comfort point of view (all the soldiers she knew wanted out of uniform and armor as much as possible), but also from a military point of view. Most COs didn't approve of their men (and women) going out in gear that could end up causing trouble if the wrong sort saw it.

Maybe their CO just didn't give a rat's arse.

She'd never understand the majority of CO's....one, maybe two, she did.

That aside, she also didn't understand why they would want to paint themselves as possible targets for any with anti-military sentiment. A lot of people had lost a lot of family members in the war and not all of them were friendlier toward the military because of it. All in all, she decided it probably really wasn't worth trying to figure out. Maybe they were just dumb. Who knew.

That was about the time that something else caught her attention...It wasn't exactly subtle, the attention directed toward her. It was all curiosity, too. Yeah, she got that a lot. While the woman's senses in the force weren't keen enough with this particular fellow (he wasn't projecting his thoughts, anyway), the curling and twisting sensation her senses did glean by prickling in his direction could tell at least that he was wondering about her. Those crimson eyes moved first, sliding over to where she felt the attention and spotted a couple of people with their heads up and looking around...mostly at the soldiers, but one was slightly more in her direction.

A trandoshan? That was a mighty fine suit he had on, too...interesting.

Following that initial peek at him, her face lifted and turned directly toward him, letting him know she was looking back.

[Kerrick Void]

Void took notice of the blue women. He gave her a quick glance and then looked back at his men. She had the colors of a Duran, but she was more Humanoid with actual hair on her head. He didn't think Durans were capable of mating with Humans, so it was a queer. She also had strange objects with her. One was suspiciously rifle shaped. He wasn't a fool so he decided to check that out. Getting of from the table, he left his drink and grabbed his helmet.. He then sauntered over to the table, looking over everything. He then stopped at the edge and set his helmet on the table. He reached over for the rifle looking case and looked at the ue girl.

"May I?" His voice was lower in pitch. He looked at her in the eye, his face still showing the same face as before. He didn't need permission, but it would be less of a scene if he asked.

[silithcangleth]

It took a moment, but Sil noticed that he was being stared at by the woman. Or at least looked at with something more than a 'what the kriff' look. His tongue flicked out and licked across his lips as he tried to think of the least awkward way to ask 'what the hell are you?' Or even whether approaching her and asking such a blunt, possibly bigoted question would be acceptable in the first place. It's not like one generally marks this meeting of someone new by going 'hello, pleased to meet you, now what is your species, it's weird.' Or at least, not among polite company. Another swallow of the whiskey went down his throat as he continued to parse the idea, and was about to say kriff it and simply walk up to her, when one of the troopers decided to do exactly what he was going to.

Sharp teeth revealed them slightly as the Trandoshan's lips curled into a frowning snarl. He could already tell his type based on the way that he didn't even wait for answer to set his helmet down. He was gonna sit there no matter what. Perhaps even flash his ID at her, make it clear he was some big Republic hotshot, and try to convince the poor woman to head off to the nearest place with the nearest bed. While making vague threats about making life difficult for her. Normally, Sil wouldn't care. In fact, he still really didn't care. But it was an excuse to be polite while also annoying a Pub. So that was good enough. Gripping his drink glass a little tighter, Sil slipped through the crowd and made his way over towards the duo at the table. A deep, hissing cough echoed out of his throat to interrupt the duo's conversation and place him into it.

"Pardon me, but I'm afraid that seat has been taken. By me. So, perhaps you and your squad could find another table? That, or return to the barracks. After all, shouldn't your base have its own lounge or something?" He didn't wait for the blue woman to say something, nor the soldier. He simply settles down into the chair the trooper was going to sit in, moves the bag of guns onto the floor beside it, push the helmet gently aside, and then kick up his feet as if to indicate 'I ain't moving, cloacahead.'

[Talau the Ever-Lurking]

Those crimson eyes had shifted almost as soon as she had looked at the trandoshan, overtly anyway. Instead her attention shifted to the singular man who came stalking over and placed his helmet on the table.

Great. Jarhead CO had arrived and her rifle was the center of his unfortunate attention. "No, you may not," she replied simply, eyeing the name printed on his armor and the rank stripes. One hand reached to shift the case from one side of her to the other with one smooth, slow, motion. "No offense, Captain Void, but this is delicate," she stated with a slow, deliberate, tone of supreme tolerance.

It was at that particular moment in time that the trandoshan arrived.

Oh for force sake.... she thought, eyes turning to the male as she frowned. While she could appreciate the sentiment behind his actions it was just going to exacerbate things. In her ear the digitized voice of her familiar started with data from the Republic database. She stopped him after Silithican and Mercenary, her foot nudging her duffle beneath the table...

...Code for: shut up Sender.

"Look, I'm not interested in what either of you want from me...I just want to eat my food in peace. If you two can behave and keep it down, I'll pretend you're not here and you can both sit."

Ah, Rahja...master of peace negotiations.

[Kerrick Void]

Void eyed her for a second. Normally, he would just look over the rifle, as that is what he knew it was, but now she trying to hide it. This either meant it was black market, or just illegal. He didn't care about the bag, even what it started talking. He simply walked over to the other side, just ignoring the Trandoshan in some kind of ugly attire.

"I am not interested in sitting, let alone be doing this. All I need to do is check that case. I would rather have you not resist for your own good." This time he reached for the cade, moving faster than before. He knew of the laws of weapons ownership, with larger weapons being  more restricted. If it was a offensive weapon, he would have to take action now. He wasn't in the mood to have a tussle.

One of the other troops looked over with some concern. None of them came over, but they were aware of what was going on with the captain. It was mostly the Trandoshan they were wary of. While all four were very capable of taking on the alien in a one in one, it was simply not ideal to have to use protocol if something tried to contradict their task, which was designed but not limited to combat. Using it on civilians was just unnecessary.

[silithcangleth]

"Oh, Captain, hmmm? I stand corrected from before. You shouldn't be at your base's cantina, you should be in the officer's lounge. So sorry for the mistake." It was very obvious that he really, really wasn't. That snarl-like frown continued to be locked on tight to his lips, though his eyes shifted over to woman now. For a brief moment, those golden eyes sorta just flicked over her features now that he was far closer than before before he shook his head. "I have no desire to cause trouble, madam. Of that, I assure you. My interest is of, well, I suppose you could call if scholarly. Of the xenobiological nature. But if my presence is disrupting your meal, I can leave. I have no wish to inconvenience you."

With those words, the gaze of the reptile was back on the trooper. Who, given he didn't have his helmet to hide his gaze (sometimes Silithcan wondered how they told each other apart when they all wore the same ridiculous plaststoid armor), was quite obviously giving the Trandoshan the evil eye. Or the 'I'm about to turn you into the star of a Holonet viral video. And not the fun kind' look at the very least. When Void explained his desire to search the bag containing what Silithcan could only imagine was a gun, the Trandoshan let out a hissing laugh. "Oh I beg your pardon. Are you on-duty, Captain? Is it standard procedure to come into a bar, have a drink, and then start harassing random blue-skinned women?" He shifted his feet off the table and sat up more straight now. Those long thing fingers of his formed into a pyramid as both arms rested on their elbows atop the table, all while Silithcan continued to stare at the trooper. But he was slightly smiling now. With his teeth showing.

"Tell me, do you have probable cause to search this woman's bag? Or, perhaps, a warrant you have yet to show? Because I am almost positive under Republic law, there are rules against unlawful searches and seizures. And I am likewise quite certain that your superiors, whoever they are, would not like to hear that a uniformed officer of theirs came onto a bar and attempted to use his authority forcefully search a lovely woman's property while off-duty, possibly with alcohol in his system." The smile grew a little wider. "So perhaps you should just head back to your squad. Or, sit down and relax here. Either/or."

[Talau the Ever-Lurking]

Rahja pulled in a deeply tolerant breath and sighed it out again. The two men were trouble, one more than the other. At least the trandoshan was trying to be polite and curiosity about her nature she could tolerate. The officer, however, was an annoyance.

As he tried to reach for her rifle case once more she stood slowly, putting herself between him and her weapon. She didn't stop there, however, starting to reach into a pouch on her belt as she spoke. "Stand down, captain. Here's all you need to know." With that she produced what appeared to be a normal identcard, at least it did the way she handed it over.

Of course, the good captain would see otherwise.

The military issued ID showed her as Command Sgt. Major Eefr'ahj'akelith, aka: Rahja Kel. It also showed she was top secret classification spec ops. / black ops. member "#02 - Reaver" of the Hell Hounds. If the man was worth his salt in the military the name MIGHT ring a bell as one of those teams that only were whispers around any strange death to a high profile republic enemy. If it didn't ring any bells, well, her classification would.

Rah folded her arms and waited, only adding after a moment, "I'll thank you to back the kriff off now, captain, because I don't like attention and you've brought enough of it on me. Now let's all be polite and remember that this is one of the nice dives. I like coming here. don't ruin that for me."

[Kerrick Void]

He, again, ignored the lizard in silk. It very obvious that he was attempting to quote the laws army and civilian security forces went by, but he was a special forces officer. While nothing actually addressed what he was allowed to do, the Trandoshan perfectly fit the authorization to use lethal force when his duties were being obstructed, his duties being to serve and protect the authority of the Republic. But the underworlder hadn't pushed him to the edge of wanting to kill. Nor was he as bright as the thing thought he was. Especially since anyone could look over and clearly sele that he ordered blue milk. It was no surprise that someone who prided himself on always being ready for the call to action, even wearing his armor as if it was clothing. He considered paying the thing to leave. It wasn't like Kerrick had much expenses to take care of.

But the blue specimen was definitely something different. She handed him an ID before he could even respond, which he thought as suspicious. No black ops sniper would carry their rifle in such a case and then claim that he was the one drawing attention to them. He knew of the black ops unit the sergeant major was a part of and she looked the part.

He then grabbed his helmet and made like he was about to leave.

"Well then, what do you think of the 96th Ranger Company?" He looked at her curiously. He wasn't looking for an affectionate answer, but one of a professional soldier.

[silithcangleth]

As the two pulled the whole ID exchange, Silithcan just watched with his same smile. So, it seemed that the blue woman was of some importance. Or she knew someone who had the authority to make this plastic fantastic bend to her desire to be left alone. That was most curious. He didn't continue to goad the trooper, he had his amusement. Even if there were many, many questions he had for the man. Like, was the stick up his Republic standard issue, or was that a customization of his uniform he shoved up there himself? Did he enjoy making the Republic seem little better than the Sith by harassing random aliens in a cantina, or was that a side benefit to being a complete cloacahead? And was it true what they said about military intelligence? That sort of stuff. Regardless, the trooper didn't impress him. Ready for battle nor not, the Trandoshan had killed men like him before. Pubs and Imps, plenty of contracts against both. The odds were against him, but Silithcan didn't really care. If he died, he was sure it'd end up as a large black spot on this officer's career. It was fun to ruin people's lives, after all.

Of course, as the Captain made his way to thankfully leave the table and return to the 'no fun allowed' zone his squad comprised of, the man's question made the Trandoshan study him a moment. So, he wasn't just a cloacheaded officer with a stick up his ass. He was a prestigious cloacaheaded officer with an even larger stick up his ass than the Trandoshan thought. Did that make him rethink his goading or his opinion of the man, in light of his likely rigorous training, high combat skills, and dedication to the Republic?

Kriff no. He was still a cloacahead who was harassing a random alien in a cantina. Talented Special Forces trooper or not, that was still what the issue was here. Plus, he imagined it'd be fun to see what it'd be like to face the trooper one-on-one. But not here. Maybe on a contract, when he could rip open that plastoid armor like a tin can and strange him to death with his own intestines. Or force-feed them to the trooper until he choked...something wonderfully violent like that. But, he kept those thoughts to himself. And remained creepily smiling at the man and the woman as he listened to them.

[Talau the Ever-Lurking]

"ID, please, Captain....I do need that back, after all, for the next officer who comes poking at me...."

The smooth reply held a hint of accusation beneath the cool and even tone as the Captain moved to leave without giving her the ID back. The large, flat(ish) black bag looked rather like any other duffle, save for the many pouches along the outside of it and the way it stood against the wall. As she waited for her ID back with open hand, she looked over to the others at the table and gave them all a nod before looking back to the Captain.

"Don't see why you'd be asking me, Captain, I'm not an authority on the military...they look...buff? Battle ready? Overdressed and itching for trouble if they're off duty, but other than that I suppose they're alright?" she offered as if uncertain just why he cared about her opinion, or as if she didn't know what exactly to say about the unit. Of course, she did have plenty to say, and those crimson eyes studied the others shrewdly for a long moment before turning back to the captain. "All in all, a little too....everything....for people who are off duty and having a drink..."

[Kerrick Void]

His eyes narrowed as soon as she asked for her ID back. Considering her rank and what she did, he didn't think it was just a slip up. Especially since she repeated the mistake when she spoke next. His free hand slowly drew to his pistol, the ID chip slipping into a pouch he opened, his hand ready to draw it on a moment's notice. His other hand was already in a position for a strike, holding on to his helmet by the edge. One of his fingers tapped comms twice, the others picking up the signal. Something was up. They all then got up at once, one finishing his drink before putting on his helmet.

"How long have you been undercover, sergeant?" He enunciated the title with some force, having some implicit meaning behind it. "You missed two things. First, there is no such thing as the Ranger Company, nor is my unit. We aren't well known for prestige, but the 96th are known for the highest casualty rate in the war." He looked at the Trandoshan for a second, his face reading 'don't do anything stupid'. He then resettled on the girl. "Next thing is..." His men arrived at this point, weapons drawn but not at the ready.

"...you don't refer to me by my rank. Let's go see if this ID is real. My men can hold your stuff for you. As for you, pretty boy," he looked at Silver, "if you try anything I have authorization and the requirement to use lethal force. Conduct any large movement and I will treat it as a threat." He kept the last part really vague, just to keep the reptilian in his seat. If the Chiss was truly who she said she was, she would just come with him. However given the aggression of the male trying to protect her as if she were some damsel in distress, he was unsure whether or not he would openly lash out or just try to protest in some way, still thinking Void was some kind of army grunt or a part of a security group. Turning the expression in the thing's eyes into a blank stare would be nice, but really unnecessary and just not worth the plasma discharge.

[silithcangleth]

The whole time, Silithcan simply sat smiling. He watched, without comment, as what was once a simple identification check turned into what amounted to what he considered to be a pointless detainment. His eye left the Captain briefly to study the troopers at the bar, noting they were acting as if they were psychically linked as they rose and brought their weapons to bare on the woman. A tad much, given this woman had done nothing to warrant lethal force. A simple possible impersonation and here they were ready to shoot the poor woman, it just made no sense. Unless he already knew she was a criminal, but that would make no sense given his strange behavior. Still it was certainly amusing to watch the whole series of events unfold.

The look from the Captain that was meant to intimidate him made give a laugh and visibly roll his eyes. It didn't matter what he was, he could be a Sith or a Jedi for all Silithcan cared. It wouldn't phase him, and it wouldn't make him kowtow to him. The Trandoshan, however, simply remained silent and smiling. Not because of the fact of the guns trained on them, not because of who the soldiers were or might be, and not because of the risk of arrest or death. It was because his actions would not only be affecting him at this moment. There was also this woman. Sure, he didn't know her and he didn't really care if she lived or died or was arrested. Not particularly, anyway. But still, he was curious. And his actions would likely reflect on her, if he chose to be himself and say what was on his mind. Plus, if he tried to fight the squad of soldiers, the fact they were in a tightly packed cantina might result in any shots going wide and hitting innocents. Again, he didn't particularly care. But he did try to minimize casualties when it would prevent more charges ending up on his record. Which he did care about...sorta. Partially. Vaguely.

So Silithcan just crossed his legs and leaned back, twiddling his fingers as he observed the shenanigans. But that smile never vanished. In fact, he even flashed a playful little wink in the direction of the Captain. Just to kriff with him, or at least bother him a bit. Small victories.

[Talau the Ever-Lurking]

Kriffing son of a sith, that idiot captain ought to be demoted until he learns how to handle himself when dealing with an agent, she thought irritably. "You're a damn fool, Captain, call the planetary security if you want. You don't have any authority right now. I'll stay put and wait for them to check the ID if you don't believe me...and respectfully, sir, if you were worth your salt," (she said the word with as much derision as possible) "you would know not to risk the cover of a soldier like myself." If she were on duty and he'd blown her cover, she'd have had him and his whole squad scrubbing latrines with their toothbrushes for not only losing her high priority target, but putting the people in the bar at risk by doing so.

As it was, she was going to have a nice long chat with his CO...for now, however, she sat down slowly, refusing to further budge from her spot as she pulled out her comm unit and dialed up the General's secretary, patching it through on her ear piece as she touched a silvery looking 'choker' around her throat, two blue lights flashing to life as the mike clicked on. "02, Kel...no, won't take long. Yes. No, that's not necessary. Going to miss my ride. ...mmm....hm? Right, no. No, meeting wasn't the problem. Some Captain here decided to cause a fuss. Waiting on Kuat Sec to check...no, to check my ID. Have another lift? Hmm?....nothing earlier? Kriffing hell...Crass? Right, I'll stay in the KDY just to be sure....... Void. No, that's the name, ma'am. Yes. 96'th....? With that her attention returned to the man and his squad.

"Company insignia identifies them as the 96th Raiders..." came a droid-like voice from below the table. The head of the little bird-like recon droid poking up from the duffle.

"96th Raiders, thank you Sender. The captain and his company appear off duty, yes ma'am. I should note that their captain has suggested the ability to use lethal force on a bystander if he perceives a threat. Yes ma'am. I believe so. Yes ma'am. Thank you." With that she turned off her comm link and hooked one leg over the other once more, poking at what food was left on her plate to take another bite as she clicked her comm on once more. "Kuat Security? Yes, I'm located at The Silver Wisp...Correct. Could you send an officer this way to check my ID and prove that it's not a forgery? There seems to be some question about it and I have a military officer here who wants to drag me around to get it checked and is threatening a bystander with lethal force. I don't want any more of a scene so if you...yes. I appreciate it. Sergeant Major Rahja Kel, number 043114002. Yes, I've already contacted my HQ. Yes, I appreciate it, thank you."

Turning crimson eyes to the man and his dogs, she clicked off her comm once more. "Have a seat, Captain, Kuat Sec will be here shortly, I'm sure," she stated with a devilishly polite smile before turning to the Trandoshan. "Well...you had a question for me?"

[silithcangleth]

It was quite clear, from the way the blue woman growing irritated with the Captain and what her words implied, from the strange electronic voice that came out of the bag (he had never heard of a bag that could talk before, but given he had never seen a blue woman like this, he wouldn't put it past that somehow being a thing. A very odd thing that he can't imagine was very useful, but still a thing), and from his female companion's cryptic conversation over her comlink...he had stumbled into something far more interesting and perhaps Republic related than he expected. What was the name of the Republic spy network...SIS? Republic Intelligence? Something else? He couldn't remember. It was usually the local garrison that came knocking with rifles out when he was getting arrested, not spies. He hadn't pissed off the government that much with his antics, at least not yet anyway. Regardless, it was curious. Strange and curious. Enough to justify him staying, but also with a bit of caution thrown in so that he didn't get dragged into this. The last thing Silithcan wanted was to end up getting recruited by this agent, taken to a secret facility, made part of a secret team made up of criminals to do some black ops job, and then having his memory wiped afterwards or simply executed to tie up loose ends. Sil had seen those holofilms, and that was not going to be his fate. Oh no. They got such terrible reviews, after all.

Regardless, the woman had asked him a question. A question about a question. Another little amusing aspect of this whole affair. The Trandoshan sat up as he was addressed and the woman smiled at him, a gesture he returned by flashing his sharp, gleaming teeth right back at her. "Oh yes. Well, it seems all rather irrelevant now. And I don't wish to keep you, given that it's particularly evident that you have pressing business that our mutual military acquaintance has clearly ruined." Sil flashed an even wider grin at Void as that remark was made. "But, if you so insist, I am willing to at least give you some manner of conversation to pass the time until the banthashavit is well and done with. The question I had was, as I said, of a xenobiological nature. Specifically, I had been pondering your species to myself when I observed you, and came to the conclusion that I didn't have the slightest kriffing idea what the hell you are. So, I was curious to learn."

A chuckle paused the Trandoshan's words as his eyes carefully studied the woman a moment before he smiled and continued, "Perhaps not the most polite question to as a lady, I know. But still, it was a topic my mind was eager to gain knowledge about. So, would you mind sating this curiosity with an answer?"