Grounded Bootlegger

[berserker]

A man who sat at an obscure corner of the cantina snapped wide awake as the Bith band began playing a new song, the shifting lights within the cantina shifted to match the fast tempo of the lively song. Ress spent most of the day thinking of what to do next after his somewhat unprofitable venture. Being the brooding type didn’t really match Ress’s profile as he usually hates being reminded of how difficult life can be. As such, when he tried to think up of what to do next, he ended up dozing off. He leaned over his table, as he looked across it to see his disk-shaped droid companion hovering at eye-level.

“What?” he snapped at it with irritation in his voice. The droid merely sighed in response. Ress ended up rubbing his forehead, cursing at himself for getting himself in that current situation. After he paid off his debts from the local Hutt, he no longer has enough credits to get a heads up on a new smuggling run. Plus, he still had a ship to maintain. Needless to say, he needed credits and he needed them fast. The fact that he bickered with his droid companion merely added to his self-loathing.

“I’m sorry, Cad.” He said as he looked up, his eyes making contact with the droid’s optics. “I haven’t had any sleep lately.” The droid made a cheerful beep in reply. Ress then chuckled at the droid’s optimistic response.
“I hope so, buddy, I really hope so.” He said. He then took a sip from his drink, as he formulated new plans to get rich.

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

Zett Rem was returning to the cantina from a hanger that he and Garen had fought months ago. He was looking for any link from the crime lord he had helped Garen hunt, and even though he got away all those months ago he left allot of info. So Zett had returned to see of any link between Hebba and the crime lord Reekum Tazaak, and Zett found it. A trade link, and, a small alliance between the two crime organizations.

Zett was proud he had just got a good solid lead on that slimy hutt. however as was Zett's luck he ran into some of those men that belonged to Hebba while on his way to the Cantina
"What!.....Only Two Of You This Time!..." Zett Yelled out at the two men with a smile under his helmet the first charged at Zett, Zett Shook his head pulling his pistols out at the last second spinning out of the way shooting the man as he passed then at the other hitting them both but not killing either.

Zett walked up and over the second man.
"Now that was a new method..."
He sat next to the second man and spoke to him,
Tell Hebba I'm coming for that slimy stinky hutt.... and I'm coming for blood, and revenge for my father ,and my mother ,and all those that Hebba killed."

He came into the Cantina and ordered a drink and found a seat behind a man who was yelling at his droid a slightly stranger model of droid then Zett had ever saw. Zett stood again Taking off his Mando helm, he was not in a bad mood he never killed anyone without reason same with why those out side where alive.
"May i ask What type of droid is?"

[berserker]

Ress looked up at the man with suspicion. It really wasn't everyday that a Mando would just strike up a conversation so nonchalantly, least of all to him, someone who has sent a blaster shot to his kind. Still, he knew better than to offend one of them.

"She's a spotter droid." Ress answered with a slight grin on his face. "A friend of mine built her for me. I use her for sniping. Or when I need someone to talk to." Ress took another sip of his drink.

"So..." Ress began. "What brings you to this.... nice place?" He said to strike up a conversation.

[Rugs]

{Long. My intro posts do that sometimes. The next ones should be more manageable}

"Relax, Flitch. Not gonna go lookin' for trouble again." Asyr flashed a grin at the small droid that rode on his left shoulder. His powdery silver-blue eyes glinted with a hint of youthful mischief. "'Sides, you act like I go out lookin' for a fight or somethin' every time I leave the ship."

Flitch made a sighing sound. He was a droid, built to look like a small dragon. The strangest thing about him were the holographic wings that projected from his back. Where the eye would expect to see the reptilian wings of a dragon, Flitch's were avian and majestically feathered, like those of an eagle. They shifted color with the droid's mood. At present they were misty white, about normal for Flitch.

"You say that, Asyr," Flitch answered, his voice as flat and stony as ever, "yet you always find a way to get into trouble. Why just a day ago, you and Kailani-"

"Your problem is you worry too much." Asyr fished around in one of the pockets on the inside of his long coat and produced a cigarette and lighter. The cigarette was promptly lit, and the lighter tucked away back into his pocket as he walked on through the crowds. "You're a droid. My companion, not my mother. Relax. Live a little, eh?"

Flitch ruffled his wings over his back. "I am just making sure you stay out of harm's way."

Asyr shook his head and laughed. "Guess I can thank you for that. You need to lighten up, though. I'd hate to see what you'd think if I ever brought you on some of the trips I usually leave you behind on." Asyr chuckled at the thought. "Force knows, I'd never get any."

Flitch looked at Asyr through his optics, head tilted curiously askance. "Never get any what?"

Asyr looked at Flitch from the corner of an eye for a moment. Then he laughed and shook his head again. The cig in his hand left a trail of smoke as he waved the question off. "Don't worry about it Flitch. Your processors would overload. Trust me." Flitch made a sound that Asyr suspected was supposed to be an imitation of a harrumph, but obliged and rode on in silence.

The Echani took a few idle draughts from his cig as he walked along, looking for a bar to start the night in. The Bohemian was in port for a while, and he had plenty of money to his name. A recent string of raids had brought the crew a good amount of money, and now that they were planetside again, it was time to play with a bit of it.

Eventually, he settled on a place near a corner. Small, dim, but not bad. Music didn't grate on the ears. A bit of smoke hung in the air, but considering he had a cig in his mouth, Asyr didn't mind much.

He noticed as he stepped inside that he must have just missed some kind of action. A few of the people in the bar were looking at a man in armor that Asyr quickly recognized as Mandalorian. Hmm... He stopped where he was, looking at the armored man from behind. There were very few people Asyr hated, but he did hold a general disdain for some groups. Mandalorians were one of those. He was an Echani; he'd been raised that way.

"Keep an eye on him, Flitch," he muttered under his breath. His droid companion nodded.

Ignoring the man for the moment, Asyr shifted his attention to the fellow he was talking to. Looked to be human, had the look of a spacer around him. Shorter than Asyr, with a smaller frame, but he looked healthy enough. There was a strange little droid floating near him.

Curiosity got the better of him, wondering what the armored man wanted from him, if he wanted anything, and so Asyr sauntered over, hands stuffed casually in his coat pockets and the cig in his mouth leaving a thin, wavering trail of smoke across the cantina lobby.

"Hello gents," he said as he reached the two of them. He remained standing, but made a casual nod of greeting to the unarmored fellow. The one in armor just got a glance. "Mind if I join you? Name's Asyr." He looked to the man in armor and gave a a little half-smile. "Couldn't help but notice a lotta people lookin' at you. Makes me wonder if you did somethin' or if they've just never seen a man in armor before."

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

Zett listened as the man told him of the droids origin Zett was partly pleased to know that he was right about it not being a stock droid, other wise he needed to go tech shopping again.

I thought it didn't look like a normal droid you bought at the local market. Zett smiled and was about to tell the man his name but a new comer beat him to it.

Zett could felt that the man had already had a grudge against Zett, But why he asked himself...
Then it dawned on him that it must be the armor there was nothing else Zett had not even spoke to the man and unless he was another doomed Bounty Hunter sent by Hebba the Hutt then there was no other reason. And the reason people hate the armor is well simply put people still hated the Mandos for a war long over.

Zett then nodded to the new comer and stepped aside to allow him to take the bench seat and then took a chair from another table and sat it at the table for himself.

By the way my name is Zett Rem.
He didn't know if it better to tell the man about him not being a mando or not. So for now unless things went that way Zett would not speak up about it.

So i build and upgrade droids off and on it's kinda a hobby of mine. You mind if i take a closer look. OH and i never got your name? Asking the first person.

[berserker]

“Ress.” Ress answered the Mandalorian, not taking his eyes off the Echani. “Ress Courtright.” He stated his full name as an introduction to both men. He was wary of both, as Ress knew that there was a sort of rivalry between their races and last thing he wanted to have is both men coming into blows and getting caught in the middle. He instinctively edged closer to his rifle leaning against the wall under his table.

Ress wondered as to what made these men so interested in Caddi. She was a helpful droid, sure. But why go through all the trouble talking him up? Were they hunting him down? Certainly he’s paid all his debts in full. The last transaction with the Hutt he owed to didn’t go so well, so they might have been part of its retinue. Thoughts began to race in his head, and only a small beep from his droid brought him back to the present, albeit wary.

The Echani especially made Ress uneasy, not only because of his pale complexion or his ghost-white hair that seemed unnatural for him, who grew up not seeing these features as natural, but also for the well-formed structure that is his face. Beauty and perfection seemed so rare for Ress that whenever he sees it, he immediately begins to fear it simply because it seems unreal. Still, Ress knew well not to offend the Echani, who seems to have seen lots of action.

“Cad’s really important to me.” Ress said as he addressed the Mandalorian. “After my friend died, she hasn’t had any maintenance whatsoever. Plus, I’d rather not tinker with her or anyone else to do it for me, for that matter. You understand.” The droid began to spin and whistle a happy tune, the beeps and shrieks form a synthetic laughter. “Not even a memory wipe.” Ress added, smiling affectionately at Caddi.

“So, Asyr, was it?” Ress said, turning towards the Echani. “What brings you to Nar Shaddaa?” He said, as he tried to fish out any purpose for them to talk to him, hoping that he wouldn’t have to use his rifle.

[Rugs]

With no dissenting opinions voiced toward his presence, Asyr decided to take a seat and make himself comfortable. He remained aware of course, especially of the fellow in the Mandalorian armor, who identified himself as Zett, but all in all, he was relaxed. Casual. He'd come out to have a good time, after all, so as far as he was concerned, as long as no one started any trouble, everything would be just fine.

"Ress," he said, repeating the man's name as a sort of acknowledgement while he gave another slight tip of the head. "Pleasure." As he looked at Ress, he noticed he seemed uncomfortable about something; it wasn't hard to see, being able to read body language was well was he could. Is it me? Maybe the other guy...

Or maybe, he realized with some small amusement, it was having two total strangers decide they wanted to talk to you out of the blue.

Asyr shrugged mentally and leaned back in his seat a bit, keeping an eye on both of them while he projected a more at ease air about himself.

While Ress talked Zett about his droid, Flitch scrambled down Asyr's shoulder and arm and onto the table. He stayed near Asyr, settling down on his haunches in the corner next to him, but he looked curiously at Zett, then Ress, then Ress' droid. His feathery wings ruffled gently over his back and his head tilted slightly as he observed Ress' little droid. What he was thinking, Asyr couldn't say, but he noticed the faint breath of sky blue that whirled through the steady pearly white of Flitch's wings. Curiosity was what he'd come to recognize that in, or whatever passed for it in a droid.

"I am REA unit number 14," Flitch suddenly interjected, voice as steady as always. Again his wings rustled, and he looked momentarily at Asyr. "Asyr calls me Flitch."

Asyr smiled a little bit and chuckled. "He's my buddy. One of 'em, anyway." Flitch still lacked any real social skills, but he was trying to learn. That was good enough, and sometimes quite amusing.

“So, Asyr, was it?” Ress asked.

"Aye," said Asyr with a nod. "That's my name."

"What brings you to Nar Shaddaa?”

Asyr took a long drag from his cig are and sighed, shrugging a little. "Business, guess you could say. Takes me almost everywhere I go these days, and it's about the only reason I'd come to Nar Shadaa as frequently as I do. But, figured while I'm here, might as well get a bit'a R&R, y'know? So here I am." He made a lazy motion at the general area around him.

"And what about you two gentlemen?" He looked first to the Mandalorian, but made a point not to look to hard at him before his attention returned to Ress. "What's got you here?"

He noticed a serving girl pass by their table and flagged her down. A smile touched the edge of his lips as she headed their way. "Drinks?"

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

Zett was noticing that the whole group was getting a Little on edge. Zett was willing to prove himself to the group as best he could.

I under stand. Zett Remembered his own droids that his father had upgraded before his own death.
I fell the same about my two droids... He shifted his gase to the small droid that scrambled onto the table.

He is a cool droid as well may i ask where you got him?

Zett could not keep his thoughts where he was... he was still thinking about his father again and how he died looking at Zett that is why Zett is a bounty hunter his biggest prey was one in the futier one he would kill that slimy hutt some day. Soon....
A tear started to form from his eye as he wiped it away before any one could see.

He then ordered a Juri Juice then paid for every one else there drinks.

Don't worry about the drinks guys i just got paid from a recent job.

[berserker]

"…what's got you here?" Asked the Echani. Ress relaxed a bit as it seemed that neither of the strangers was out to get him. Despite him still being on guard, his hunches tell him these men were alright. As both men offered drinks, Ress merely raised his half-drunk glass and declined. Whatever was in that glass was so horrible, it traumatized his tongue and throat enough that he wouldn’t be drinking more tonight. Serves him right for buying the cheapest drink in the house.

“I’m thinking of what to do next.” Ress replied. “I’m out of sodding creds and I need to earn some right quick.”

“I need a bloody job.” He added. He then noticed Caddi’s optics focused on the Echani’s peculiar droid, which, he had to admit, was some pretty nice tech. He wasn’t familiar with the model and it seemed like it had an awkward protocol programming. What surprised Ress was Caddi’s reaction to the droid.

“Why is it so prettier than me?” Caddi said in beeps and whistles which was her language. Ress found this amusing as this was the first time his droid exhibited any emotion that resembles envy. He chuckled and said, “Well, maybe we can find someone to retro-fit you if we get a good haul.” With this, Caddi made a happy whistling sound, which Ress also found amusing.

As he was chuckling with Caddi’s reaction, he saw what he thought was a tear rolling down the Mando’s cheek. This softened Ress up even further, his shoulders relaxing a bit. It wasn’t much of a good thing, but he was empathic to most people, especially the ones who seemed to be exhibiting sorrow. Seeing the gloom in Zett’s eyes made him remember all the loved ones he has lost. And he hated it.

[Rugs]

"He is a cool droid as well," The Mandalorian man said, looking at Flitch. Asyr chuckled to himself and took another drag of his cig. Cool's one way to put it, aye.

"May i ask where you got him?"

Asyr raised a brow and looked at Zett with the hint of a mischievously-amused smile at the corners of his lips. "Aye, you could ask, if you're so inclined." He paused deliberately, adding another puff of cigarette smoke to the air. "Why, I could even give you an answer, if I felt like it. Problem is, if I told you, I'd have to kill you." Now Asyr grinned partially at Zett. Sarcastically, almost snidely so. "And that just wouldn't be any fun for any of us, now would it?"

Flitch, though, looked up at Asyr. "Asyr, even if you did choose to reveal how you obtained me, you wouldn't be required to k-"

"Sarcasm, Flitch." Asyr laughed and shook his head at once, as a wave of rose touched and left Flitch's wings. Embarrassment. "It was sarcasm. You'll get there one day." Briefly he pondered the possibility of finding a datapad with a few joke books on it and trying to load them into Fltich's programming. Probably wouldn't work. Then I'd be stuck with a stoic trying to tell jokes.

As the waiter made it to their table, Asyr briefly noticed what the thought might have been a tear in the Mandalorian's eye. For what, he couldn't say. Maybe cigarette smoke irritated him. Whatever it was, Asyr wasn't too terribly concerned.

Ress indicated he was fine with what he had, and Zett ordered a drink for himself. Asyr got a mug of Alderaanian ale and, much to his surprise, Zett offered to foot the bill for everyone. "Well, nice of you to do that, stranger. I'll take you up on the offer." He raised a hand and an invisible glass in a toast to the armored man. Money wasn't at all an issue for the Echani, but well, if someone else wanted to fund his indulgences, then far be it from him to stop them.

“I’m thinking of what to do next.”

Asyr turned back to Ress, looking at him with a brow cocked slightly.

“I’m out of sodding creds and I need to earn some right quick. I need a bloody job.”

"Ah," Asyr said, nodding sagely. That was a situation he was familiar with. He'd lived through it before. Several times, in fact, though none had been so bad as being stranded as a youth, freshly exiled from his home, in the slums of Taris.

Before he could say anything further, Ress' droid beeped and booped something he couldn't understand. Flitch, however, picked his head up and looked at the droid. A few colors swirled through his holographic wings before they settled again on the usual pearly white, with the slightest tinge of blue.

"Prettier?" he asked, but that was all he said. He looked to Asyr briefly, but didn't say anything else.

The Echani figured from Ress' comment that it had something to do with the looks. Odd thing to hear from droids, but Flitch and his brethren were showing there was more to droids than he'd originally assumed. Best to just let them be.

"Anyway," he continued as the waiter returned and dropped their drinks off, "from my own experiences, best way to get some quick cash is to show you can do somethin'. Course, that somethin' is usually seedy at best, illegal at worst." He shrugged dismissively and took a drink from his mug. "Nar Shadaa's as good a place as any to find some work if you need it. Just depends on what you're willin' to do.

"If I can be nosy for a moment, what kinda money trouble you in, anyway?"

[berserker]

"… what kinda money trouble you in, anyway?" Asyr asked Ress.

“Well, most of my creds I left at Onderon when I…” Ress trailed off, memories of what he has lost in that planet still fresh within his heart. The image of Cassidy Drescher flitted into his thoughts. A frown crept on his face as he looked at his half-empty glass of brown liquid, the same color as his friend’s hair. Right on cue, Caddi made a beep that brought him back to reality. “…I left in a hurry.” He finished, with a slight grin on his face. “After that, I landed here, thinking I’d get some good money off smuggling. Unfortunately, I was as poorer than a bloody Rakghoul, so I had to borrow credits off that slimy Hutt, Boga. Sodding cost me more than I’d earned.”

Ress leaned on his chair further, his hands resting behind his head. “Anyway, I really don’t have a problem with doing the shady bits, save for killing or robbing innocents, of course. But I suppose if it’s necessary, I ain’t going to be the bloke who’d do it. Other than that, illegal is pretty much my middle name.” Caddi made a beep that corrected Ress about his middle name. He then reached out to her and flicked a finger at her exterior, with which she let out an annoyed beep. Ress chuckled.

"I'm also a pretty damn good shot. Had my hand at mercenary work. Even worked as a body guard." He nodded at the Mandalorian. "Though I suppose Bounty Hunting earns well?"

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

Zett Rem came out of his thoughts about his father and into thoughts about revenge on Hebba, When Ress said something about a Hutt by the name of Boga.

Could the be the Hutt that was working with Hebba? If so Zett could get his second taste at revenge though there would be trouble with it like the bounty on his own head going up...

Yes Bounty Hunting dose pay well,
Zett now smiled.
Is this Boga working with a Hutt by the Name of Hebba that you know of?...

[berserker]

Ress blinked at the question. The idea that Boga was working for an even bigger player made him shudder. If that was the case, his head would've been on the line the moment he walked into Boga's halls. He cursed at himself for being careless. Ress raised his head and gave his droid a troubled look, whose optics were already focused on him. She has obviously picked up that something was troubling Ress.

He then turns towards the Mandalorian. "I don't know." Ress said in a straight, seemingly unwavering voice. "They could be in the same clan. You never know with these Hutts. They all look alike. Same bloody resemblance."

[Rugs]

"Took money from a Hutt, eh?" Asyr snorted cigarette smoke from his nostrils and shook his head slightly. "Never a good idea, that. I can think of a lotta trouble I'd rather deal with than bein' in debt with a Hutt." The Echani took another drag from his cig, and a drink of his ale.

“Anyway, I really don’t have a problem with doing the shady bits, save for killing or robbing innocents, of course. But I suppose if it’s necessary, I ain’t going to be the bloke who’d do it. Other than that, illegal is pretty much my middle name.”

Asyr chuckled. "A man with standards. How noble." He grinned wryly and gave a little tip of his glass to Ress, but he was kidding, for the most part. There was a time, in his younger days, when he'd been the same. Hard times had a way of changing perspectives, though, and Asyr was a different man now than he'd been then. He didn't revel in killing, and tried to avoid killing innocents whenever possible, but if push came to shove...

And he made a living robbing people blind, whether they deserved it or not.

"Anyway, you wanna get outta this mess, you're probably gonna have to make some tough choices." He shrugged, smoke puffing casually from his lips. "But I figure you already know that."

Ress turned the conversation to Zett, and Asyr listened as Zett asked a question of his own, bringing up a Hutt by the name of Hebba. Another guy involved with a Hutt?

"I don't know. They could be in the same clan. You never know with these Hutts. They all look alike. Same bloody resemblance."

Hmm... Asyr pondered something while he drank. "Flitch, you know anything?"

"Not immediately, no," the droid answered. His wings opened, as though stretching, even though they were holographic, and settled back over his back. "I could search, though. For a figures like Hutts, I doubt it would take very long."

"See what you can dig up. And you," he added, turning to look at Zett, "how're you in with the Hutts?" Sitting up in his seat, he took a final drag from his cigar and tossed it onto the floor, stamping it out underfoot.

"And say you find out they do work together." Now he addressed them both, though he eyed Ress. "What're you gonna do about it, hm?"

[berserker]

"...what're you gonna do about it, hm?" Ress shrugged at the question. What will he do? He then chuckled at the question, like it was a joke. What else would any sane being do at the situation?

"I'd take my bloody ship and run it into the bloody galactic core, that's what." Ress said in his firm voice. "One sodding Hutt was bad enough. If they are working together, I'm in deeper trouble than a Bantha getting caught in a Krayt Dragon's nest." Caddi made a sad synthetic sigh, agreeing with him. He ended up rubbing his eyebrows. It was one thing for Ress to be pessimistic. But his droid? If two Hutt crime bosses were indeed after him, he would not like his chances.

[Rugs]

Asyr chuckled and downed the last of his ale. "Smart man." No smart man got tied up with Hutts if he could help. Of the few sods that were unlucky or dumb enough to get tangled up, the smart ones did what they could to keep from digging themselves into a deeper hole.

Of course, sometimes big risks brought big rewards, but rare were the days when those risks turned out to be worth it.

Asyr looked at Flitch. "Got anything?"

"Some things. I am still compiling information. Give me a few more moments, please."

Asyr nodded and turned his attention to the Mandalorian. And how're you caught up in this, vod? He sneered the last word in his head, made it a mockery of what it was meant to be. He might have shown the Mandalorian a modicum of respect, but he still didn't particularly care for their people.

"And you? What are you thinking?"

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

"See what you can dig up. And you," he added, turning to look at Zett, "how're you in with the Hutts?" Sitting up in his seat, he took a final drag from his cigar and tossed it onto the floor, stamping it out underfoot.


Zett turned back to the man who was at the beginning weary of Zett.

OK i don't See why not to tell you...
It started before i was born my parents had a debt like yours,
Zett turned to Cad as he spoke those words.
Well they could not pay it off in the long run thanks to Hebba cheating in order to keep them in debt,
Any way when i was around 6 i think Hebba Sent me and my father to Kashyyyk he was an unpaid gun for Hebba.
Any Way when the time came to return To Tatooine My father had to find me in the woods because i was banished by the Wookies, A battle took place there because the Hutt got mad.
Apparently a Wookie had a life debt to my father and managed to get the Wookies to defend him....

Zett's mind wandered to His fathers death.

Any way a bounty hunter that was working for Hebba at that time got frustrated by Hebba who stabbed him in the back, That man took me in now I'm his shadow and a bounty hunter, and i owe it all to that slimy Hutt.
And i see a way we can all benefit here...You have Hebba chasing you now Cad i want even a small amount of revenge on Hebba, if we kill Boga i get it and you free for a while.
However i warn you the Hebba dose not play fare Hebba will put my bounty on you head, and it ant pretty, however I'll show you the best ways to keep the Hutts off your tale...What do you two say... Oh and,
He turned his attention to Asyr.
I just got paid for my last job so i can pay you 2,000 Credits now and I'm sure there's a good sized bounty on Boga.

[berserker]

(OOC: quick note: My character's name is Ress. Cad is his droid. XD)

Ress felt a pang of sadness for the Mando after hearing the poor bloke's story. His empathetic nature towards people usually would get the better of him. Ress knows all too well what the grief caused by loss is. And the loss of this man's beloved was almost enough to pinch Ress's heart and push him to help the Mando get his revenge if need be. Almost.

Beyond his empathy, however, lies a practical man, out to protect his own interests, and charging head-long into a Hutt's nest is not a very good way to do this. Still, he knows that merely running away would leave him unable to start again as he would need to use up a lot of credits. Credits he currently doesn't own.

After hearing from the Mando about a possible bounty, his curiosity was piqued. If they do manage to kill the Hutt, and get rich in the process, it would be like killing two Sand People with a single rifle shot. And having people like the men next to him would certainly help the odds a bit.

"Ah, bullocks." Ress finally said. "Count me in. If you blokes are planning on taking down a Hutt, if it does come to that, you'll need all the men you can get."

"I have a bad feeling about this." Said Cad in her droid language

He drained the glass filled of the drink that smelled like Bantha poodoo he bought earlier, yet somehow Ress felt thankful of the warmth it gave him. He then turns to Flitch. "So, let's hear it. Is Boga working for our friend's Hutt?"

[Rugs]

Asyr listened as Zett decided to delve into the details of his past. It was a sad story, to be sure, but it wasn't anything new. He'd heard--even seen--variations of the same story more times than he cared to count in the years since he'd taken up smuggling, and eventually pirating. That's why you don't take up debts to Hutts. Whatever you do, not to them.

Asyr eyed Zett curiously as he wrapped up the story. This guy's a bounty hunter? He bit back a snort and ran a finger around the lip of his empty mug. Doesn't seem so threatnin' to me. A sly smirk turned up the corners of his lips. Maybe that's his trick.

"A bounty, eh?" A snowy brow raised at the thought of the prospect. No doubt, killing a Hutt and claiming whatever bounty--or bounties--might have been on him would be an easy way to make a lot of cash. Fast.

Ress asked Flitch what he'd found, and all eyes turned to the droid. Flitch ignored them at first, not seeming to notice, but after a few moments, he stood and walked to the center of the table. "I have found information on both Boga and Hebba," the droid started, looking at each of the three men in turn. "It appears that Boga is a prominent figure in the slave trade. There are several references to Hebba running large amounts of spice through his men.

"There are some reports from seven years ago of a competitor attacking a number of Boga's slaving operations, most as the result of a fued or in an attempt to crush him. From what I can gather, the attempt was very nearly successful."

Flitch paused for a moment. "However, the competitor had made an enemy of Hebba several years prior to these happenings. Boga went to Hebba, and it seems the two worked out a deal. They joined forces, and the competition Hutt was soon crushed in the ensuing crime war. Boga continues to operate independently of Hebba, but records indicate that the two still maintain an active partnership."

The droid sat down there, in the middle of the table, and looked to Asyr, adding in a slightly warning tone, "There is a very large bounty on Boga, and a larger one on Hebba. However, attacking Boga, and especially killing him, would very likely draw Hebba's ire. This is a very dangerous proposition."

Asyr nodded. "Aye. Takin' a Hutt out ain't easy, you know," he said to both of them. "For two men alone, it's close to suicide." He grinned wryly, and his silver-blue eyes flashed with amusement. "For three, it's about a step further away.

"Lucky for you two, I have some friends, but we're gonna have to take a cut of the bounty for ourselves, of course." Lordura could probably be talked into the venture, foolish though it sounded on paper. But, while they went in on the ground, the Bohemian and her crew could hit the Hutts in space, and take some more prizes for themselves. Dangerous, but if everything went right, they could have a huge payday.

"You can count me in," he said to Zett. That wry grin returned to his face. "If you up that 2,000."

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

After a good amount of talk Things got back to Zett.

"You can count me in," Asyr said to Zett. A wry grin returned to his face. "If you up that 2,000."

Ok 3,000 Credits now for you and 3,000 for whoever you bring in I'm good for up two three others And....

Zett slid his helmet onto his head pulling up Info on Boga seeing Several bounty's on the hutt the best going up to 3,000,000 but it was alive the other was 2,000,000 for dead.

How dose 400,000 Credits after sound? That's provided we only get five members in on this.

Zett then sent out several hiring adds to worthy Fingers that would be suited for this task.

He then turned to Ress,
As for the fact of needing more men... I,I've done last Minuit calls before...We'll get help, trust me.

He removed his helmet once more this time with a slight smile he was finally about to get his first taste of revenge.