The Cantina better have damn good drinks. That's all Azala could think about as she headed in its diriection. She needed a stiff pint before she had to meet any of the other recruits for this little adventure began.

Her DC17 clanked against her armor as she walked into the Cantina, finding the most secluded corner so she could keep an eye on everyone. She had a few bounties on her own head and they almost always seemed to try and kill her when she was drinking. 

Once the creds had been in her account, she'd found the nearest rebel base and secured passage to the Hammer of Justice. A bit dramatic, but they weren't paying her for opinions. 



She signaled one of the Twi'lek waitress's for a bottle of Kri'gee. Most she'd away from the bitter drink, but she always felt more at home with a bottle beside her. Val'Buir would drink like crazy after collecting a bounty, then curse like cruse the damn thing the next morning for trying to kill him.

She fingered the holo pod hooked to her belt, remembering the message her Buir had left her. He was looking for a bounty, and told her he'd kill her if she got killed out there. 

She smiled underneath her helmet as the waitress sat the Ki'gee onto the table. Now, if she just had some spiced warra nuts, everything would be perfect.