In a secluded corner sat Tak, his war torn robes hiding him from prying eyes as he nursed drink. Tak had been at the cantina for hours waiting for the other members of this mission to show up. In his time here Tak had seen three fights, five illegal deals, and two drunks tossed to the streets. All in all it had been an uneventful couple of hours, with him passing the time primarily by playing holochess with an AI partner. Currently the score was three to two in his favor. However as at the beginning of his sixth game the other members began to file into the Cantina and Tak canceled the game in favor of watching them.

All in all they looked unimpressive beyond the gear they had hidden, good. Those who flaunted what they had usually weren't worth much in a real fight. Tak's attitude took a climb for the better as he saw his fellow clones enter the cantina and cause a ruckus, it brought a wave of nostalgia to the old clone and with it came a small smile. In a fluid motion he moved from his seat and weaved through the crowd before taking a seat by Vale, not looking at him as he instead ordered a drink. [color=fff200]"Not one for subtlety are you Vale?"[/color]