Sirka’ith was aboard a large ship, an old dreadnaught sitting at some point in deep space. But, more specifically, she was at the same place she always tried to find when she had some downtime: the bar. She had been on the ship for about ten hours, though most of that time she had spent sleeping. According to the holonet search she had performed shortly after arrival, it was an old Providence-class dreadnaught that had been converted into what she assumed to be a sort of mobile base of operations for the person or group that had acquired it. Certainly, its interior felt more like a space station than anything, with all the people that seemed to be living in the place. It had living quarters, food vendors, entertainment, and alcohol: everything one would need for an extended stay. The room she had been given wasn’t especially fancy or anything, but it did impress her in that the bed and furniture were actually appropriately sized for a Ssi-ruu, unlike the booth she was currently halfway spilling out of.

The reason Sirka had come all the way out to this ship in the middle of nowhere was one of the roughly three things that could properly motivate her to do something stupid; in this case, credits. About a week ago, she had been approached at her apartment on Nar Shaddaa, in person, by a representative of the potential employer who owned this ship. Normally, taking a job from a stranger representing some unnamed employer, which required her to make a trip halfway across the galaxy, was not something Sirka would do, but in this case, the money was way, way too good to ignore. That, and they had paid all of her traveling expenses up front.

The meeting in which the details of this job would be explained was set to start in a few hours, so naturally, Sirka was treating herself to the strongest drink this little cantina had available. It was not too much for someone of her size and mass, but it was enough. It wasn’t as if she had much else to do, given that strangers tended to give a massive reptilian like her a wide berth. Even though she had left her heavy weaponry in her room, and she had done nothing so far but drink quietly, she could smell the slight hint of fear from the group of Humans in a nearby booth. Of course, she was long past caring about the thoughts of random strangers; at the moment, all that mattered to her was her drink. As time passed a crowd consisting of many different species was starting to form in the cantina, but the booths directly in front of and behind her were still vacant.

No one would of thought that someone like Ubatrazi belonged on a ship like this. She looked innocent, non-threatening, and someone who would get hurt easily if no one protected her, as everyone else on the ship looked like they had some sort of past, some sort of history that made them bad ass's. But they would be wrong, as under her innocent demeanor was an assassin. She had a past like everyone else, only she didn't wear it on her sleeve like everyone else seemed to. She liked keeping her past in the past, though it didn't like to stay there at times.

Trazi was laying on her bed, staring up at the ceiling. She had been on the ship for eight hours, and for two of those hours she had been sleeping. For the other six, she took the time to explore the ship. She wanted to know all possible escape routes, good places to hide, and what she could turn into a weapon if things went to hell. So far she had a pretty good layout of the ship, she knew where most of the dead ends were, where to hide and what was the shortest route to the escape pods were. She did this on nearly all the ships she was on. Most of the time though she had a digital layout of the ship she would study before coming on a ship this big. But the offer for this job came suddenly and the credits they offered were more than what she could make in year.

But she was having regrets now, as the offer for this job came only two hours after she landed on Naboo. How did they know she was going to be there? She was travelling under a false name and had made the decision to travel there on a whim. No one would of guessed she would be going there, unless they were tracking her. This was her biggest worry, as she was unsure if this employer was really just a cover for her old master Blokere. The thought that she might of just walked into his trap made her sick. She didn't want to go back to him or be within a hundred light years of him.

Getting up from the bed Trazi shook her head trying to clear it of the thoughts that were swirling inside. "I need a drink." She mumbled to herself as she left her room. She walked the halls on light nearly soundless feet, it was habit now to walk like that. She remembered when she use to walk "normally" and how Blokere would send electric shocks through her, via a device he had grafted to her back. She shook her head again trying to forget about it, she didn't need to remember such things.

It didn't take her long to find the bar, it was one of the first places she looked for when she was exploring. She made her way to the bar to order a drink, all the while making note of escape routes, how many people were in the bar, and what she could use as improvised weapons. Plus she took note on how to kill or injure those that were there. She wasn't always like this, she use to be a care free girl with a bright future. How things change. She was made into this, into a silent killer of the shadows.

Taking the drink she was served, she leaned on the bar and looked around the cantina. She could feel the eyes of a few human and non-human males on her. A small flirtatious smile came to her lips as she glanced in their direction. She knew that the way she positioned herself and the way she looked at them would be... enticing. But this too was habbit, as it was how she got her prey and how she made extra credits on the side. She looked away from the group, still smiling while lightly biting her lip. She wasn't laying it on thick, it was just enough to make them interested.

She took this time to take note of the large brown scaled Ssi-ruu. It was slightly surprising to see one, as they rarely went off their own planet. Trazi knew that it would be a hard one to bring down if things went south, but she knew of ways on how to. But she also knew that the Ssi-ruu would be the biggest target of blaster fire.

She suddenly wondered if the Ssi-ruu was part of the team that agent said the employer was forming, if it was this was no doubt going to be interesting.

“Listen, laserbrain, I can get you just about anything you want from just about anywhere you want it from. But I don’t deal in slaves. Find someone else to entertain your desire to traffic living sex toys,” Saiyanna Jhee dismissed her potential client nonchalantly, walking away as the noble was left scowling by himself in the Coruscant undercity. Sai didn’t particularly like Coruscant very much, but it was a great place to be to find a well-paying job. If she could only get around all the sex-hungry nobility that were looking for talented smugglers to help feed their little power fetishes, maybe a client would actually come up.

She continued to wander Coruscant’s lower levels, taking in the artificial lighting in all its glory. She much preferred Nar Shaddaa’s undercity to Coruscant’s; much like the lighting, the seediness of Coruscant felt artificial and manufactured, as if placed there by the Emperor himself just to appease the darker elements of society. At least on Nar Shaddaa there was the serious threat of being robbed or killed.

In any case, Sai continued her search for work. Or, more accurately, she continued her aimless wandering, hoping to reel in a client that would pay her well for good work. Most people that needed some smuggling done these days knew Sai, or at least of her, and would know how to find her. It only required one simple, word for word query:

“Is this where I can place an order for a mynock?”

Sai raised her eyebrows and couldn’t help but smirk. Her little code of choice never failed to amuse her. A quick glance around to note where any surveillance systems may have been placed, then Sai turned to face her potential client. A Quarren, dressed in a formal manner. Nobody Sai was familiar with, but he knew the code, so he seemed to want to employ her. Fortunately, Sai had a second line of defense, just to be sure this was a serious request for business.

“That depends. Your nock or mynock?” Sai kept a straight face, but inside, she was having a blast.

“Mynock. You lost yours on Onderon.” The Quarren looked a little annoyed, being forced to play Sai’s game, but he did what had to be done. On the inside, Sai was dying of laughter. Making fools of potential clients never failed to amuse her.

On the outside, however, Sai nodded without a hint of a smile. “So what can I do for you today?”

“Nothing for me. But I represent your true employer.” The Quarren offered a datapad, which Sai took cautiously. “Everything you need is in there, including coordinates, instructions, and the offer. Don’t look until you know it’s safe.” The Quarren glanced around shiftily; he was just as aware of Coruscant’s relentless surveillance system as Sai. Then again, who wasn’t these days? There were just too many stories of good smugglers and criminals being caught unawares by the Empire’s elaborate surveillance system on the planet. Everyone was careful, these days.

Sai simply nodded in response, stowing the datapad away. She wasn’t completely sure, but the mystery and intrigue behind the offer had already caught her attention. Besides, she had a good feeling about this job, and the Quarren sounded certain she would be taking the offer. The two parted ways, saying nothing else to each other.

Despite several more approaches that night, Sai rejected all of them, heading straight back to the landing pad where her ship waited for her.

--

“Hey, uh… I don’t know exactly who I’m asking here, but this is Sai Jhee of Drifter IV requesting permission to dock. I’m invited, apparently,” Sai spoke hesitantly into the comm channel provided to her on the datapad.

“Docking code?” A lone, rough voice asked on the other end.

Sai took a moment to consult her datapad. “Docking code DCI Three Thr- Hey!” Sai rolled Drifter IV to the right, narrowly avoiding a laser cannon round. “DCI Three Three Oh Four, you son of a bantha,” Sai barked into the comm.

“Gotta be quicker than that if you don’t wanna get shot at, girlie. Permission to dock granted, sending docking procedure to your nav computer now,” the voice returned, ignoring Sai’s insult.

“You aren’t the friendliest of people, are you?” Sai asked rhetorically. She wasn’t expecting a response, as her ship computer informed her that the comm connection had been cut. She pulled Drifter IV into one of the ship’s hangars, following instructions from her nav computer.

--

She had spent the last several hours in the hangar tinkering with Drifter IV, but Sai grew bored. She had been on this damn ship for almost a full standard day, and besides aimlessly wandering the ship, tinkering with Drifter IV, and sleeping, there had been no word from this “employer” of hers. Suspicions began to rise, and Sai needed a way to get her mind off of things and relax.

And what better way was there to relax than a couple hours at a cantina?

Sai wasn’t one for drinking or vices of any kind, as she liked to have as much of a level head as she could at all times, but she appreciated the atmosphere of the cantina nonetheless. Upon entering, Sai took a headcount of those present and made a mental note of everyone’s faces and positions in the room. It was Sai’s personal rule of thumb to know as much as she could about a situation. It made adapting to changing situations that much easier.

Of those present, however, only four people in the bar really stood out to Sai: the big-ass lizard looking thing falling out of its booth, the pretty little Twi’lek that was strutting around like she owned the bar, and the drunk Human and Rodian males that couldn’t take their eyes off of the Twi’lek. They looked as if they were going to make a move on her; Sai mentally willed them to go for it. She could use a show, and these two were most definitely about to make fools of themselves.

Sai took a seat at a moderately lit booth towards the center of the cantina. She never understood why those of the underworld preferred the dark booth in the corner; as much as you wanted to be discreet, you were just so out of place. If you really wanted to blend in, why would you pick the place in the bar that was the most out of the ordinary? Sai personally believed the best place to hide was in plain sight.

Hidan looked at the ceiling with blank eyes. His coat was at the side of the bed, armour to the side of the bed. He was currently shirtless, his shirt was clumped together at the end of the bed, forgotten and abandoned. His sky blue hair combed back as always and goatee trimmed. He kept throwing a ball at the opposite wall, catching it with his opposite wall.

Nine hours ago, Hidan was riding the skies of Tatooine, having stolen a ship from one of the slavers. Of course it wasn't Hidan, it was Scourge who stole the ship. "Hey *****, not my ****ing fault that the ****ing slaver was a ****ing ******* son of a *****.". Hidan mentally groaned at the sudden appearance of one of his tenants. The annoying one, unfortunately.

"Hey! The ****less assassin is annoying, not me *******!". Hidan pushed the voice away, leaving it to Assassin to deal with Scourge. Anyways, what was he up to? Oh yeah. He was approached by a mysterious man, seemingly a servant of his employer. It was definitely a weird experience. From his previous memory, Scourge was approached while flying, making "polite conversation" with a Twi'Lek girl, trying to shoot a rodent at the opposite end of the ship and drinking some alcohol. If Scourge wasn't a lunatic, Hidan would've congratulated him for doing an impossible task.

"I think congratulating Scourge Idiot over here isn't recommended. He doesn't really deserve it. He's too illiterate." stated Assassin, blank faced and flat toned. ‘Welcome to our welcome conversation Assassin.’ The usually silent man looked at me with his usual blank face before giving a curt nod. "ASSASSIN YOURE A ****ING *******!!!".

The original watched the scene with an amused smile. Scourge tried to punch Assassin only for the Silent one to duck and punch Scourge in the gonads. Scourge crumpled, clutching his family jewels with both his hands while repeatedly repeating curse after curse. I myself gave Assassin a 1 finger salute, for when one of us is hurt, all of us is hurt though not to the degree that the one that experienced it as. It was still funny seeing the usually brash Scourge lying on the ground crying to their mother.

Now to an outside observer, it seemed like that the 25 year old was calmly bouncing a ball back and forth from the opposite wall. But, that is of course wrong. His mind, at the best of times, is when Hidan and Assassin is politely talking about various things, miscellaneous things, small talk some may call it. But every second of the day from when he wakes up and until he sleeps and even then every fortnight, Assassin insists to train in his mindscape so that Hidan doesn't get sloppy.

Hidan sighed. It definitely didn't get boring being him, with his multiple personalities. He heard a deep growling. Having been trained to always be ready by Assassin, he leapt up and went into a stance. It was an unusual sight to most, since the art of Martial Arts was basically nonexistent in the age of the blaster. His eyes scanned the room until the growl came again. “Your stomach idiot”. Oh. “I'll get some food.”

Hidan picked his sabre up and attached it to his pants. He tied up his combat boots and walked out into the hallway. He walked until he realised that he had no idea where he was going. When he came here, he just went straight to his assigned cabin. He came out of current conversation with Hidan and looked at one of the crew members. A Twi’Lek in a very formal dress. She was looking at him with wide eyes. “Um, excuse me miss, do you know where the canteen is?” She looked at his chest and pointed meekly at a door at the end of the hallway. He nodded as the other two occupants of the body sweat dropped.

“Should we tell him that he's shirtless?”. Scourge looked at his compatriot with mischievous eyes. That answered Assassin’s question.

Hidan, oblivious to his bare chest, walked into the canteen with his sabre clanking against his armour weaved pants. He looked around and saw several humans and non-humans scattered around. He set his eyes on the bar and made strides to get there. He sat down next to a blue Twi’Lek (Trazi), her eyes scanning the room.

He ordered for a drink of water and turned to the alien next to him. He no doubt that the alien was part of the team his employer was forming, she had the look of a killer.

“Hello there ma’am, sorry for bothering you but I was just curious.” Hidan looked into her eye, an accidental charm smile on his lips “Are you here for the coin?”

Kal sat in the pilot seat of his Kom'rk-class fighter that had been with him since his days in Death Watch. He had just arrived at in the hanger bay of the large dreadnaught and starred at the pad that had been given to him by the strange man who had employed him for the job. There weren't many high paying jobs right now that the Bounty Hunter Guild wasn't snatching up making it hard for an independent contractor like himself to find work and when he had been offered this job there was no way he would turn it down.

The Mandalorian got up from the pilot seat and headed into the troop bay as the ship started to power itself down next to the rest of the ships in the hanger. The troop bay of the ship had been modified in the past years from a standard area with two rows of chairs into a sort of storage area with weapon lockers against the wall next to other important equipment that kept him up and running when not at a port, there was even a hammock set up in the corner. Kal made sure to load up on all of his weapons and other pieces of equipment before strapping on his jetpack and hanging a broken Jedi lightsaber from his belt. Kal had spent endless amounts of time attempting to get the lightsaber working as it would be a valuable piece of his arsenal yet it refused to be fixed, it now served as more of a trophy and status symbol then anything else letting others in the underworld know that he was good enough to take down a Jedi.

Kal Ruk'tho placed his helmet on his head as he locked up his ship so that there would be no way any low lives would break into his ship while he was away. He made the decision to head toward the canteen on this converted warship as he had some time to kill before the meeting was supposed to take place and he would meet the others of his supposed team, even though he knew what ever the job was he would be able to handle it on his own.

When he entered the canteen, his eyes quickly scanned the patrons inside with his visor filtering the light so there were no dark corners. He saw at the bar was a Twi'lek seated next to a strange man who appeared to not be wearing a shirt with a few people seated around the place glancing over at the Twi'lek female every so often. Seated in the booths was another strange sight as there seemed to be a giant lizard spilling out of one booth with another occupied by a professional looking human like himself. He decided that he would take a booth toward the back corner of the room where he could keep an eye on everything that was going on and there was little chance of anyone sneaking up behind him.

Mongo was wandering around, and had found that he was aboard one of the largest ships he had ever seen, this Dreadnaught felt more like a planet than a ship, but, hey, if this is where the guy wanted to meet, this is where Mongo would meet him, customer service was important, or so he had learned. Mongo was especially curious about his employer. Most people preferred an amount of anonymity in these kinds of dealings, but this man had sent not just an encrypted message to Mongo but the message itself had been an entire scavenger hunt/puzzle game in and of themselves, all which showed a certain amount of knowledge about Mongo that equal parts worried and intrigued him, so he took the job, but he wasn't all that sure about this whole "team" idea, people in this business typically didn't play well with others. "Oh, well" he thought to himself, it would just add a new level of difficulty to the game, challenging him even more.

It was then that it occured to Mongo that he'd forgotten to visit the sanctuary, surely there must be one on a Ship of this size, so, pulling up a map, Mongo headed for the cantina. Upon arrival he headed straight for the bar and ordered his Kashyyykan Bitter Berry Beer, paid the bartender, and then looked at his surroundings, most noticeably He could see that there was a pretty Twi'lek girl getting hit on by several male folk, all the attention seemed to be on her though, and girls like that never went for guys like him, a large reptilian type who seemed to be using up the entire booth and then some, and then something that REALLY intrigued him, the bar of course had its lowlife's skulking in the back corner, and Mongo kept an eye on them, never could be too careful, however, placed just right of center in the bar, was a human female, drinking water and sitting in a place where she thought that she was hiding in plain sight, an interesting tactic. Mongo leaned against the bar and watched the scene with interest.

Tadia walked, helmet under her arm into the cantina. She didn't scan for exits, if it push came to shove she'd get out. She had the advantage in close quarters, even if someone drew a blaster her armour would absorb the first shot and then she'd get going. She moved over to the bar, placed her order and then sat on a stool. Not really caring what else was going on in the bar. She was waiting for her commlink to tell her where on this infernal rust bucket her job was. She had to travel half way across the galaxy just to get here, then it wasn't an instant rendezvous. That was just inconsiderate. A guy came up to her almost as soon as she sat down. "Hey do-""No.""But-""No."

She then felt her self spun around as he grabbed and pulled her shoulder. She was immediately confronted by a Besalisk, apparently four arms had a thing for people with two arms. "Do you have any idea who you're talking too?" She took a moment. "Someone who is about to have three hands?""Why you insolent little-" He raised one of his arms to strike her, as he did so she delivered a upper cut to his chest, using her entire body weight to push him as much as she could (he was a lot bigger than her), then swiping his legs from underneath him as she pushed forward he landed on the ground. Closing her hand and moving her finger over a specific spot the blades on one of her arms extended, holding the "Mans" arm to the ground she sliced into it, forcing the blades through the wrists. Standing up and letting go the Besalisk remained on the floor obviously in shock. "Be glad I don't have a sword or an axe with me or you would have lost the arm." With that she turned back around and sat at the bar.

There were a couple of whispers, the most prominent of which was "That's the Crimson Assassin..."

People were filing into the contina a bit more steadily now, most of which were human. It had to be quitting time or they had a hive mind that no one knew about. Now that she thought about it, there wasn't many "aliens" here or even among the crew of the ship. It was either the employer liked humans or no other species fit his criteria for this team that he was putting together. She assumed that the employer was a he, as not many women went through the trouble of getting this huge ship, crew, and now this team. Who ever it was though, they were loaded and weren't afraid of finding people that had questionable pasts. She sipped her drink as she watched the people coming in and leaving, those that weren't wearing crew uniforms numbered four including her. Two of those were human, the other was the giant in the booth, she assumed that since they were in their own clothes meant that they were hired for the team operation. Another thing that made these three stand out was that they scoped the place, she could see them looking about and taking note of the others. Smart, but now she knew they had a plan, she was going to have to be care with them.

Another human walked into the cantina, only he wasn't like the others. For one he had sky blue hair and two, which was the most obvious, he wasn't wearing a shirt. He strolled over to the bar and took a seat next to her, she didn't pay much attention as he ordered his drink.
“Hello there ma’am, sorry for bothering you but I was just curious. Are you here for the coin?” The shirtless man asked as he smiled at her. Oh a charmer! She thought as she looked at the man with an amused look on her face though she didn't smile. She lifted an eye brow before allowing a smile to play slightly at the corner of her lips. "Ma'am? Really? I have been called nearly everything in the galaxy, but never ma'am. Congratulations, you surprised me." She said playfully teasing the man. She had been called miss, babe, whore, harpy, mesh'la, and what ever else anyone could think of, but never ma'am. That word made it sound as if she was old, maybe in spirit, but physically she was twenty-ish. "But to answer your question," She paused to sip her drink. "Isn't everyone?" She said as she downed the rest of her drink and ordered another.

As she waited for the new drink, she noticed a Gungan had pulled up on the other side of her. She hadn't seen a Gungan in over two standard galactic years, and the last one she met hired her for her services. He didn't want anyone dead or anything stolen he wanted her other "talents", that was an interesting night and one that was hard to forget. Catching the Gungan looking at her, she winked and smiled innocently before looking back at the shirtless man. "So, is there a reason why you are shirtless or are you trying to impress the women with your physique?" She asked in a hushed but sweet voice while taking a sip of her new drink.

Just then a Rodian wearing a crew uniform walked up to her, she knew he was from the group that she had smiled at earlier. She was rather impressed that this one had the courage to come up, as they had been sitting there for a while looking at her. "Hello Mesh'la, would you like to have a drink with me and my friends?" He asked in galactic basic, he seemed a little nervous but also a little jealous that she was talking to the shirtless human. This made her want to laugh, but she kept that urge at bay as she reached out and touched the Rodians chest. "I think I'm going to stay here, but....." She paused as she looked up from his chest and into his large black eyes, allowing her eyes to smolder. "If you and I want to get together afterwards, I might be up for that." She said in a sultry voice which made the Rodian nod slowly before he gave her his room number and what deck it was on.

Trazi smirked once the the Rodian left and looked back at the shirtless man, "I'm only going if he pays me." She said lightly like it was no big deal, she didn't care if others knew she hired herself out for more than just assassins work. Plus she thought this would be a great way to make more money on top of what this employer was going to be paying her. "Oh, by the way I'm Ubatrazi, you can call me Trazi." She said while smiling sweetly, though she hoped that this man wasn't someone that knew her old master. She knew that Blokere had a rather large bounty on her.

There was a commotion on the other side of the bar, which made her turn to look. All she saw was a woman standing over a Besalisk, before turning around to face the bar. Trazi didn't know her but from the whispers she was hearing, it was another assassin, only this assassin was more aggressive than she was.

Kal noticed the increase of people entering the contina meaning the the quiet that he had been enjoying would soon be over with. Along with the stardard crew members that littered the ship there seemed to be an interesting few that entered with one being a Gungan and the other being a human female in full body armor like himself. He had seen a picture of the human before on a list of contractors and if he recalled her name was Tadia.

He watched in amusement as she was hit on by a Besalisk male who obviously had no idea what he was getting himself into when he grabbed her. Within a matter of seconds the man found himself on the ground pinned to the ground by the assassin. When she let go of the Besalisk and turned away from him was when Kal made his move as he got up from his booth and made his way over to the bar where Tadia was sitting. "You know if you really want to make a point that you are stronger, you should've just ended him right here and now. There is no place in this universe for the weak who can't hold their own." With that the Mandalorian pulled one of his pistols from its hoster and shot the Besalisk in the forehead as he struggled to get back on his feet. The body crumpled to the ground with a shocked look on his face as Kal grabbed the seat next to the female and removed his helmet.

"The name is Kal Ruk'tho. May I buy you a drink Crimson Assassin?" He introduced himself with a slight smile as he set his helmet down on bar top in front of him.

There were quite a few people making their way into the cantina by this point, and Sirka'ith was ignoring most of them. She usually didn't care what others were doing, as there were few stupid enough to actually make trouble with her. One advantage of her appearance was that all but the most arrogant, or most intoxicated, would pick her as a target. In all the time she had lived on Nar Shaddaa, she had never once been the target of a mugging, an impressive feat to anyone who had even passing knowledge of the Smuggler's Moon. As such, she felt no real need to be cautious in public places. Whereas some rightfully paranoid individuals might size up crowds or plot escape routes, Sirka never bothered. Her escape plan was always the same: walk straight out the front door, and crush anyone who tried to stop her.

The only time Sirka paid attention to the crowd was when it looked like something interesting was going to happen. and when the Besalisk started to bother the armored Human woman, it seemed like she would get to see just that. A good bar fight was always fun to watch, or get involved in, depending on what mood struck her. For now, though, she just turned her head towards the pair, sipped her drink, and watched the show. Unfortunately, it didn't last long, as the Besalisk was as uncoordinated as he was stupid, so the woman was able to end it in a matter of moments, followed shortly by some other guy shooting him while he was down.

Sirka grunted as she glanced down to the Besalisk on the ground. At first, she thought her entertainment was over, but then the man who shot him elected to sit down next to this "Crimson Assassin" and try the exact same thing as the Besalisk. At this point, Sirka could not help but to burst out laughing. "That's great. Men really never learn, do they?" Sirka commented loudly enough to be heard by pretty much everyone in the cantina. "Oh, and you better be intending to tip the bartender for the mess. There aren't many people I care about, but I respect the one giving me my drinks."

'Oh hell' Hidan blushed a little in the inside as he looked at the state of his current attire. He blushed even more as Scourge roared with laughter in the background, dying of amusement in the corner of his mind. I nodded at Assassin and I watched as he walked up to the rolling, giggling body of Scourge and kicked him right in the gut.

"I'm terribly sorry, ma'am." Hidan heightened the volume of his voice, over the screams of Scourge as he is kicked in the gut several times. He held in a wince as he felt one of Assassin's kicks. He gave an honest smile and turned to his cup of water.

Hidan turned, only to watch as the still unnamed Twi'Lek to place her chest on a Rodian and flirt with him. Hidan hasn't ever experienced flirting full on ever. It was usually just Scourge who did that sort of thing. He raised his eyebrows as he turned to him and explained that she wasn't going to go with him unless he pays. She then went on to smile and introduce herself.

"Trazi? Hmm, a rare and exotic name." He gave his own smile. "Now, about that coin thi-"He was about to continue before he heard some commotion at the other end of the room. A puzzled look came on Hidan's face as he saw a woman in armour begin walking towards the bar. Another man walked through the door behind the woman- Mandalorian!?- and shot the poor Besalisk through the head. The both of them sat next to him on the bar.

This was against Hidan's morals. Killing the innocent. He turned towards Trazi, a grim look on his face. He gripped his sword until his knuckles went white. He looked at her in the eyes. He whispered in a low voice. "I have to tell you a secret. I am not the only one. I am schizophrenic. They are killers. Killers of men. If one of them feel that they will want bloodshed, they will do what I call a switch. There will be nothing I can do. If I even act in a different way, run from the room. They will slaughter everybody." He glanced at the corpse and back to her. "That is enough to rile one of them up. I'm already feeling-" Hidan cut off, his mouth letting out a silent scream.

Scourge stood up and grinned at Trazi. "Hello princess." He unsheathed his sword, ignoring Hidan's cries. He pointed it at her throat, bloodlust in his eyes, his grin wide. "Can I kill you?"

Mongo watched in awed silence as the Besalisk male was taken out by the Mandalorian. It was clean, it was efficient, and it was nonchalant, professional was the word that came to mind. After the shooting it was as if the entire bar had stopped what it was doing to turn and look at what was going on, not an uncommon occurrence as anything that was violent was generally more exciting than what people were doing. Then, an intense moment later, the two that were still standing sat down next to each other, and the rest of the bar went back to their business, and Mongo, having finished his drink, ordered two of whatever it was that the reptilian woman was having, and then grabbed the large glasses and headed over to sit down next to the intriguing creature.

Or he was, until some maniac pulled a sword on the cute little Twi'lek, getting up suddenly and almost knocking Mongo over, thankfully Gungans were made of more bendable stuff than that and he quickly recovered. Mongo debated saying something to the man, but he figured that anybody willing to point a sword at a person in a bar where not minutes before someone had been gunned down, probably didn't need the Gungan's help to look foolish, so he made his way over to where the Reptilian was sitting and, placing the two tankards down, raised his in a toasting motion, and looked over at the action.

"Thisa outta be good" Mongo casually spoke to his new tablemate.

"You came for a show, you got yourself a show," Sai whispered to herself. Her headcount began to shift as some people entered, some left, and one was killed. It was like a game of pazaak, but Sai was counting faces instead of numbers. "Flip the +/-5 card and see how crazy this game really gets," she continued whispering. Sai couldn't help but grin at her little joke.

In any case, the headcount began to seem irrelevant. The only people left in the cantina were stupid, dead, or they stood out so much that they had to have been part of this team that datapad had mentioned. Sure, it was a jump in logic, but it was one Sai was willing to take. There was no other explanation for the amount of crazy left in the room.

Sai kicked her knees up and down slightly in her seat, ensuring that her pistols and knives were attached to her harness as they should be. All equipment accounted for, she took a silent, deep breath, settling her composure so she could get into character. Let the show begin, Sai thought, going over her typical pre-con ritual. She wasn’t planning on conning this fun bunch, per se, but she needed to develop a persona in order to speak to such a diverse group if she wanted to have any chance at some semblance of conversation. All she needed to do was keep a level head.

Ultimately, she decided it would be best to play it safe. And by Sai’s standards, playing it safe meant attempting to take control of the situation and perhaps cool it down. But she was no fool; she knew she’d have to craft her sentences carefully and deliver them perfectly in order to keep everyone happy. Or at the very least, keep them from killing her. Between the three established killers, the Gungan, the, uh, lizard, and the unknown factor that was the Twi’lek, Sai had quite the task on her hands.

Sai turned in her booth, remaining seated but facing outwards in the cantina. Showtime. She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees and folding her hands together. Her pistols, holstered each at the waist, and her vibrodaggers, sheathed on her back, stood out to anyone looking her way. With a friendly, but eerily confident smile, Sai began.

“Okay people, before we all end up dead, let’s just address the bantha in the room and admit that we’ve all been invited here for a particular reason. Except for, say…” Sai glanced around the room, careful to keep a friendly face until she found the people she was looking for. She pointed at the few crew members left in the cantina, scowling. “You over there. You just watched him kill someone! Get out of here!” Sai motioned towards the Mandalorian that had ruthlessly executed the Besalisk - Kal, if she heard correctly - and eagerly watched the crew members scuttle out of the cantina. “That’s more like it. Now, what say we try not to get ourselves killed - and I’m referring to you two,” Sai drew one of her vibrodaggers and used the tip to point at Kal and the shirtless one, “and how about we acknowledge the fact that we’re, almost beyond all reasonable doubt, supposed to be working together! So let’s let the death end with this poor sod,” she motioned to the Besalisk, “and at least pretend we like each other, hm?” Sai leaned back, sheathing her vibrodagger.

Turning back to the booth, Sai added as a final afterthought, “Besides, she, uh, has a point.” Yet again, Sai found herself motioning towards someone in the cantina; this time, it was the big lizard in the booth across the way. “If the Crimson Assassin just disabled someone trying to hit on her, shouldn’t you - and here’s a crazy idea - not hit on her? Just a thought, honey.” Sure, she was maybe pushing her luck with that last bit, but Sai was confident that her skill and mastery in social contexts would at the very least garner some support and keep her alive.

"If I killed him Kal then he wouldn't learn his lesson would he? Besides pain and humilation last longer for him than death. It also sends more of a message." She examined his garb. "I presume you're Mando'a from your getup though you obviously don't follow their code of honour so I'm guessing Deathwatch or Bounty Hunter. Maybe even both." She turned as apparently someone stood up and threatened a Twi'lek girl. Probably didn't accept to blow him. Predictable. "In terms of drinks, I'm good with my own thanks. Perhaps you can go chat up Miss Lizard over there. I don't see a ring on her talons, pretty sure that would be one to take off your bucket list." She turned around as someone stood up taking command of the room.

Sending people out and then talking about them being some kind of team. "Wait wha-" That's when all the commlinks of the people on the team went off at the same time, followed by a relay of co-ordinates to one of the hanger bays. The one Sai was docked in. "Sithspit. I knew there'd be a catch." Standing up she put on her helmet and clicked on the mic. "Sorry Kal, looks like you'll need to hit on lizzy later." With that she turned and walked out of the room. A team? This would be a big job. Though as long as it paid big, she didn't care too much. On her way out she threw a couple of credits on the counter. "Get yourself a cleaner droid, maybe a bouncer too."

She ignored everyone through the hallways, and when she got to the hanger she immediately positioned herself near the door. So that she knew exactly who was coming in and if shit hit the fan it wouldn't be a mad fight to the door. Near the close of the ship there stood a man, cowled of course his face not visible. Beside him stood two armed Houk and four Weequay on each side all armed with rifles.

Whoever he was he felt like he needed quite a bit of protection. He just stood there, waiting. While Tadia was getting fed up of both the cloak and dagger act and her team, even though they weren't even a team yet.

The poor Besalisk couldn't seem to get a break as the man with the helmet on came up and shot the guy between the eyes. She heard the Ssi-ruu call out that she hoped that the guy tipped the bartender and that was something she could agree with. Her attention was brought back to the shirtless man as he said that he pretty much liked her name, but then he seemed to be in distress as he looked at the dead Besalisk. Why, she wasn't sure as he wouldn't be here if he didn't have some sort of shady past. But the look in his eyes told her something was really wrong, that and he was white knuckling the handle of his saber as if it was going to run away from him.

"I have to tell you a secret. I am not the only one. I am schizophrenic. They are killers. Killers of men. If one of them feel that they will want bloodshed, they will do what I call a switch. There will be nothing I can do. If I even act in a different way, run from the room. They will slaughter everybody." He spoke in a hushed and rushed tone as if he didn't have time and he was trying to make up for it. Trazi listened and felt a little odd with someone telling her a secret right off the bat, normally people would wait until they got to know someone before spilling like this. But then if what he said was true then she could understand. And just liked he said his whole persona changed and he drew the saber to her throat, only this wasn't the man she was talking to earlier this man was a few starships short of a fleet. She could feel the cool metal at her throat, she didn't panic or try to move but what worried her was the memory that was surfacing.

She could see Blokere's red eyes were furious, she could feel the sharp metallic dagger he held to her throat. He wanted to hurt her, wanted to cause her pain but he didn't want to mark up his pretty play thing. He shoved her away then ran his hand over his face, "You were to beat him! All those hours training and you couldn't land one hit! Why do you disappoint me?!" He yelled as he held a look of pure murder on his face. He was the only thing that she feared the most, but at the same time she didn't want to disappoint him in anyway. She watched as he nodded at the other Zabrak, her eyes grew wide and she went to grab her masters arm, "NO, PLEASE!" She yelled but it was too late. Electricity ran through her body, she fell to her knees as silent scream was clear on her face. She couldn't feel the tears that were spilling from her eyes, all she could feel was her back arching and the pain. Then suddenly it was gone, she slumped crying feeling pathetic and weak. "You have five minutes to recover, then you are back out there." Blokere said coldly. She looked up at her master with tear filled eyes, "Do I get a hit before I go out?" She asked hating how hopeful she sounded. "You will only get the spice if you kill him." He said as he placed a dagger in her hands, looking rather pleased that he had a tight leash on her.

The memory happened in seconds and no one would of known that she had a flashback, which she was thankful for. She looked down the saber and into the blood lusted eyes of the shirtless man, she knew she was on her own as no one was going to help a Twi'lek. One Twi'lek was the same as the rest or at least thats what her old master use to tell her. She could hear someone trying to control the situation but that could hardly control blood lust, that much she knew. "Why?" She asked the man as she slowly ran her hand down the dull side of the saber until her hand touched his. "You can have much more fun with me alive than dead... You don't even have to pay." She said in a sultry voice and a small flirtatious smile came to her lips. One thing she learned while being a slave, was that you could usually trade one lust for the other, she just hoped it worked on him like it did with all the others. She knew most would of expect her to react violently, but that was a last resort if she could help it.

Just then her comm-link went off, she looked at the shirtless man still smiling. "How about we continue this later, maybe in my room? But lets head to the hanger bay in the meantime." She said as she lowered her hand from his and backed away slowly. She then followed the others in silence until they reached the hanger bay. She could see someone cloaked and with body guards, already her mind was working on how to get out of here if things didn't go as planned. Well truth be told her mind hadn't stopped working that way since she arrived here.

There was quite a bit happening all in the span of a few moments. Before the woman could even respond to the Mandalorian, the shirtless Human pulled out a sword, of all things, and threatened the Twi'lek that had been flirting with everyone she saw. Then, a Gungan male actually walked up to Sirka, an act which was not a common occurrence. She glanced back and forth between the Gungan, and the two drinks he had brought to the table. Observant, he seemed to be, as she did say that she respected the one serving her drinks.

"I'll allow it." Sirka commented as she took the drink, then returned her gaze to the shirtless man while speaking to the Gungan. "You know, I should really pay more attention; then I might know what's going on between those two. I would guess that she turned him down or something, but she's been flirting with every male she's come across since she got here. I can smell it on them when they walk away, and she's not lying with her offers. This guy, though, his scent is angry. Real angry."

As Sirka spoke, another woman took center stage, except she was actually trying to calm everyone down. Sirka supposed it would actually be best if the Cantina didn't turn into too much of a killing floor just yet, not until after she had secured her job. And, if this new woman was right, then more than a few of them might end up working together. Regardless, since the Human seemed to be handling it, Sirka turned back to the Gungan and continued with her drink. "I hope that guy's not going to be on my team; he seems a fool to me. Going about that all the wrong way. I don't know your kind as well as most, so I can't quite judge your scent. If you're here to try to get into a bed with me, well, you're going about it better than laserbrain-with-a-blade over there with the Twi'lek. I might like my fights, but I like my drinks even more."

Suddenly, Sirka heard a noise from her datapad. She pulled it from her bandolier and saw the coordinates to one of the hangers on the ship. It seemed like it was time to get this job started. "Well, looks like we're going to have to pick this up later." Sirka commented as she finished off her drink and stood up. "Oh, by the way, that drink you ordered is the strongest this cantina has in stock. Good luck with that." She added before heading on her way out of the cantina. On the way to the hanger, she stopped by her room to pick up the rest of her weapons and equipment. Based on how things were going so far, she felt she might need the firepower. Her primary weapon was a heavy repeating blaster cannon, which was originally meant for mounted use by Human-sized species, but she had converted it into a personal weapon for her own use. The blaster was attached by a small hose to its power cell, which she wore as a backpack. When not holding the blaster cannon in her hands, she could carry it on her back as well by clipping it to the power cell. All of her other weapons and supplies she carried in her bandoliers, or on belts, as her tough hide meant she had little need for armor, and Ssi-ruu in general did not wear clothing. When she finally arrived in the hanger bay, Sirka waited silently, much like most of the rest of this "team."

Sai held back a sigh of relief as all the datapads began to beep. The beeping had only hammered her point across, so not only was her leap in logic a correct one, it almost guaranteed that her speech would be taken well by those listening. Sai checked the datapad as she got up from the booth. She didn't feel like she needed to, though; by the time she had read the short message, three of them had already begun to make their way to the hangar bay. It had obviously occurred to her that she was docked in that hangar, but she wasn't sure if anyone else had been alerted to - or had already known - that fact. In any case, Sai figured that that meant she'd be flying this fun little bunch around the galaxy to whatever job they were about to be officially hired for.

Wait a second; Sai mentally referred back to that headcount she had been keeping before. On a stock YV-560, there was space to accommodate two crew members and five passengers. However, Drifter IV was no stock YV-560; the ship was heavily modified inside and out. Without going into detail, though, Sai had reduced Drifter IV's maximum capacity from seven to six, and that was before she had to accommodate the big one. She could do some last minute adjustments to the cargo bay to make it more of a home for the big lizard - You really need to catch her name, girl, Sai caught herself - but how well would that idea go over?

Fortunately, none of her inner ramblings mattered if her ship wasn't going to be the one to fly everyone around. Some of these people had to have their own ships, right?

Before she knew it, Sai found herself in a very familiar hangar bay, greeted by seven more people than she had initially expected. Only three had left before her; where did the other seven come from? Regardless, Sai waited around quietly with the rest of her "team members" in the hangar, unsure of what exactly she was supposed to be expecting.

The man, checking a chrono on his wrist lifted his cowl to reveal a protocol droid. A standard C-3 series. Tadia herself was somewhat insulted, feeling it all a joke she was about to leave when the droid spoke with an human like voice. It must be a decoy, so that any of them (or anyone else) planning to kill him would end up wasting their time. Not to mention it gave him amenity. She was further intrigued and pissed off at her employer. "Gentlemen, ladies-" The droid bowed its head slightly. "-I apologies for not being able to meet with you in person. However you should know that in your lines of work sometimes one has to take... precautions." The droid did a jittery nod at one of the Weequays near the end of the line, who slid out a holoprojector into the no-mans land between the two groups.

A planet appeared in a hologram. "This is Belona. I doubt many of you have heard of it. Outer-rim world, previously a mining colony however the Empire have turned it into a pretty good prison." The image panned out, showing several blips in orbit. "It's defended by an Venator Star Destroyer and a Victory star destroyer as well as several smaller picket ships that come and go on patrol or to drop off prisoners or supplies. The main thing that's interesting about this little mudpuddle is the fact it has a planetary shield covering the entire planet, and it is only opened in one location-" The map zoomed and an area was highlighted, several satellites could be seen hovering in a rough scare shape. "These relays allow them to drop the shield in this specific area, it's both an ingenious and stupid move. Ingenious in the fact it's the first design of it's kind, stupid because it gives us an area to target. I want you to go in, pick up an individual and bring her back alive. However if she's dead I need you to bring back any datapads she may have in her vicinity. However she's a tech specialist so don't try tampering them or you'll delete all the data. Twenty Five Thousand credits up front, one hundred thousand when the jobs done and there will be plenty more jobs after this one."

Tadia just let a little laugh escape her lips. Yeah, hopefully several of their comrades wouldn't make the return trip meaning all the more for her. "One last thing-" Of course there was one last thing. "The target is likely within one of the mines, now the material in these mines is very... unique. It emits a radiation that drains all electronics. Your blasters, huds, comms, everything will be useless when you get in there. That is unless you've somehow broken into the Emperors toy vault and took some stuff you shouldn't have, which I know none of you have." One of the Houk moved and opened the crate, in it were several boxes with devices within them that looked like they could attach to a variety of objects.

"These devices can power anything you need to use. But they only hold a half hours charge max so use them sparingly. They're also experimental so overuse them at your own peril. Any questions?"

"You said twenty five?" Tadia butting in, first one to speak. "Yes, I did.""I want forty up front, extra risk. Extra pay." The man just sighed. "Thirty is the highest I go, you know it's a good deal and if you don't think it is you can leave.""Deal." She didn't say anything else, she knew he'd never go for forty. Though it was always nice to get some extra money. To be perfectly honest with this material whatever it was she was quite intriguied to go on this mission. What was this stuff? How comes the Empire didn't use it more often? Also why turn the planet into a prison?

A lot was happening back to back and Kal took it wall in while remaining silent. First, Tadia rejected his offer to buy her a drink which was fine as he knew it was a shot in the dark to begin with. Than, the strange man at the bar without a shirt stood up with an actual sword in his hand pointed at the Twi'lek and threatening her for some reason. To top it all off. A human sitting towards the middle of the room stood up and told them all they were all part of a team and that they should try to not kill each other and to get along. Before he was able to respond to any of this his wrist communicator started to beat indicating that there was a message waiting for him and it seemed the rest of the people had gotten the same message.

Some of the others in the group left the Cantina before he got up from his spot at the bar and threw a large amount of credits down as he grabbed his helmet. "Sorry for the mess." He told the bartender with a grin on his face as he put the helmet on his head and pulled up the message on his heads-up display. Go figure that the stupid meeting was going to back in the hanger where he had landed in the first place and head just had to retrace his steps.

It seemed like this group of outlaws would be an interesting group to be with even if he knew he could finish this mission by himself no questions asked. The fun time was over and it was time now for the Mandalorian mercenary to become the professional he was advertised as. He arrived just in time to see a cloaked man surrounded by several bodyguards with some of his team members already in the room.

Kal stayed quiet for the duration of the meeting and knew the mission would be a risky one since they would be breaking into an Imperial prison which was no small task. The money was worth the mission though and he had a very good feeling that not everyone on the team would make it out of the prison alive. There would be nothing personal about the decision but it would be purely business between all the contractors. "Breaking into the prison would most likely be the hardest part. Do you have some codes that will help us get in?" He asked as he stepped forward and grabbed four of the strange devices that promised the power their gear.

Sirka nodded along as she listened to the hologram give the details of the job. The pay was definitely good; it wasn't something she could retire on, but enough jobs like it, and she would be set for life. A prison break wasn't something Sirka had done before, but if it involved getting into a fight, she would be right at home. The others could probably do all the other stuff they needed. Sirka knew her role, which was to be the muscle, and in this job in particular, that role would be even more important. This material their employer mentioned wasn't anything she had heard of, but for herself at least, she wasn't all that worried about its electronic-draining properties. Sure, she couldn't use her primary, but Sirka had no need of a blaster to be deadly. She would probably end up taking the job, but for the moment, there were just a few questions she had to get a better idea of what she would be getting into.

"Doesn't sound too hard. I can rip a stormtrooper's arms off without a second thought; I don't need a blaster. I do have a question or two, though. This, uh, thirty thousand you're going to be paying up front, and the hundred thousand after; that is each right? Also, do you know if the guards are going to have any guns that can get around the whole 'draining electronics' thing?" Sirka asked.