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[center][h2][b][color=Tan]General Grievous[/color][/b][/h2][/center]

[h3][b]*Kha-hak Kha-how!*[/b][/h3]

The raspy coughs of a cyborg alien can be heard as the being known as General Grievous enters the bar, his cape making an ominous presence. He takes a few turns looking at the bar around him before continuing in, with his parts clanking along as he walks, yet he has no quarrels of murder in these parts. He had made an arrangement with a newly formed ally he acquired some few days ago and agreed to meet with said person here. This was a strange world indeed, let alone a new universe he had to travel too. None of the less, he had already made it inside. Too bad he couldn't have a drink here, I mean he doesn't even have a mouth. Just a speaker in which he communicates.

Soon he observes the bar table and happens to catch sight of a burly man, dressed up professionally, and an orange haired fellow, who also happened to be wearing fancy clothing. And all Grievous had was a cape, a badass one mind you. He recognizes the first man to be who he was looking for as he slowly approaches the group.

[b][color=tan]"Armstrong."[/color][/b] he speaks with a raspy voice, [b][color=tan]"We finally meet face to face."[/color][/b]

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[center][h2][b][color=fff200]Samus Aran[/color][/b][/h2][/center]

Samus would follow the green slime, leading to the guild in which they entered. Unlike the slime, she turned the doorknob and went in. The air inside the guild building was cool, and brightly lit.  There wasn't very many people around, except for someone behind the counter.  The bounty hunter thought it would be slightly more packed, but alas she supposed that these parts didn't have many of her kind via bounty hunters. She would then stop several meters away as the slime began having an awkward conversation with the woman behind the desk. Apparently this thing needed a lawyer of some sorts and possibly didn't know what a job or how money was actually earned. 

In some ways, it was slightly humorous, but at the same time it was nauseatingly cringe-worthy. As soon as the jelly thing went outside, Samus slightly hesitated until moving up to the desk. 

[b][color=fff200]"Scuse' me madam."[/color][/b] she asks politely, [b][color=fff200]"I hear this guild provides some adequate jobs to partake in. What do you have to offer?"[/color][/b]