Braedug nodded, then chuckled before answering.

"Eh, something similar happened to me, but a show of force scared 'em off. That's not what I really needed to talk to you about though,"

Braedug took a moment to look out the hatch, and raised it with the push of a button. Braedug then picked up his comlink and switched it off.

"You never know who might be listening, I'm sure you can appreciate that,"

Braedug's demeanor changed abruptly.

"I don't like this, not at all. Why pay off our bounties just to move some death sticks? Why hire a mercenary for what should be a simple delivery? I mean, Molech is pretty well established right? He should have his own movers for stuff like that. I don't know if we're being sent somewhere dangerous, or maybe we're just a distraction, but our employers haven't been entirely truthful,"

Dronas simply looked grimly at Braedug as he spoke, he had been having the same worries himself but he hadn't wanted to complain. Turning off his own comlink he replied.

"That's a lot of questions fella'. You're right none of it seems right and I'm certain they are keeping stuff from us. My first instinct was to get the job done and simply head to the seediest corner of the galaxy I can find. However I don't think this Molech guy leaves loose ends like us alive after we have done a job. We definitely can't come back to Bespin after this job. Maybe if we know what we are transporting then we would have some idea of how to go further in this situation?"

Braedug nodded in agreement, then quickly re-assumed his cheerful demeanor.

"Well alright then, no use worrying until we can do something about it. Let's go see our employers, and maybe get a drink while we're at it,"

Braedug flicked on his comlink, and pulled his blaster pistol from a case on the wall. He concealed it under his jacket, just in case. Braedug then activated the panel by the ramp, and stepped out into the landing bay.

Dronas followed Braedug out of the ship, also turning his comlink back on before sending a message.

"Drea, we're coming over, have a bottle of whiskey out and we can talk business."

Flicking the communicator shut again he caught up with his new business partner and walked with him the short distance to the cantina. Whatever was going on he wanted this over as soon as possible. The whiskey would help with that.

Drea welcomed Dronas and Braedug to a table where three full glasses sat next to a bottle of Devil's whiskey.

"Gentlemen, welcome back to Hole," she said greeting Dronas with a kiss.

"I hope you two are enjoying your stay on Cloud City?"

Braedug grinned at his hostess, and sat down. He very quickly downed the drink, then immediately poured himself a second, which he took a gulp from. Eyeing the greeting between the Drae and his knew partner, Braedug smirked.

"I'm clearly not enjoying Cloud City as much as he is,"

Drea noticed the hint of jealousy in Braedug's voice and stepped closer to him and grabbed the collar of his shirt pulling him very close to her face.

"Perhaps I can show you how enjoyable this city can be..." she ended with a soft and slow kiss on his lips.

Braedug pulled back with a slight hesitation. He had to admit, she was quite the charmer, but Drae wasn't quite his type, and Braedug saw the prudence in not angering his heavily armed friend. Braedug decided to lay it on thick.

"As fun as that sounds, I never mix business with pleasure, besides, I think Dronas here would be more amenable to your wiles than I,"

"Suit yourself," she said responding to the Twi'lek's reservation. She was already back around Dronas letting her fingers loosen some tension in his shoulders, oh my was he tense. She preferred bad boys anyways.

Adoniram stepped away from the bar as he saw his two targets sit down with Drea. His helmet was on and lit up to give the illusion that it actually worked, his armor was fitted nicely and his gun was exposed. He approached the table through the crowd with a very imposing type of posture and folded his hands behind his back tightly. "Good morning, gentlemen." He said in loudly over the music but still in a thick, gravely voice. "Drea." He greeted her as well, with a slight bow. "These are the two?" he asked, though he already knew the answer.

Braedug downed his second drink with a smile. That took the edge off of his hangover. He was about to speak to Drae once again when a human stranger approached the table. He greeted the groups in a thick, rough voice. Braedug was momentarily off-put by his sudden arrival, but composed himself quickly while the stranger addressed Drae. He gave an affable smile to the newcomer, and then spoke.

"Well that all depends on who you are, friend," Braedug turned his attention, "Who is this, Drae?"

Dronus was happy to allow Braedug to deal with business, from their conversation on the ship they were both batting for the same team. Do the job and piss off. Of course Drea around kept him occupied for the most part. The cantina was busy for the morning and Dronas noticed that some of the people from last night were still dancing hard. Apparently they had a much higher tolerence of the night life than he did. He'd downed about 3 glasses of the whiskey when Drea kissed Braedug. Dronas was about tk stand and voice some complaints when he saw the look on his friends face. Braedug clearly had as much knowledge about the kiss as he did and so let it slide. When Drea returned and started to rub his shoulders he smiled, clearly she was willing to do anything to get her way. He would enjoy her company but wouldn't forget that it wasn't genuine. The new face to show up was a surprise and Dronas had to try incredibly hard to keep the venom out of his voice.

"And who the fuck are you?"

It didn't work.

"This is your newest partner, we have hired him to help protect the merchandise," Drea said as she attempted to smooth out tensions.

"You all will be working together to secure the deal, Molech doesn't want any setbacks and will not settle for anything to get in his way. He expects his shipment in the next four weeks or sooner."

Dronas look up at the women behind him. Braedug had already made the point that having one muscle such as himself was strange. Too bring two in and one just before they set off. That was stranger still. However he knew the Tinn's nore Molech would be argued with and so he merely nodded his head and had another drink. This would definitely be something he had to bring up with Braedug. Standing up Dronas spoke.

"Still don't hear a name being said. So I will ask again. Who the fuck are you?"

Eyeing the man up and down Dronas had another question.

"What do you do? No way a hired goon, much like myself, would be able to afford armour like that? Looks way to professional, especially if you are down for taking jobs to guard merchandise."

Braedug remained seated, but gave a pointed look at Dronas. Whoever this stranger was, Dronas wasn't going to get on his good graces with his questions. Braedug understood his companion's frustration, but he didn't want to risk angering an armed and armored stranger, as well is his new employers in one sitting. He spoke up in an attempt to diffuse the tension.

"I'm sorry for my companion here. He's been drinking, and he was never good at keeping it down," Braedug once again glared at Dronas, "So I hope you'll understand his frankness,"

Braedug stood, and extended his hand.

"Though he does have a point; I never caught your name. I'm Braedug, the fearless pilot of this voyage," Braedug chuckled at his own joke.

(I'm trying to charm Adoniram)

Adoniram remained silent as Drea informed Dronas and Braedug of his tagging along. When Dronas stood and rudely asked for his name, Adoniram met him with no more than a solitary glance. However when the alien stood up and offered a handshake Adoniram took it and nodded to him. "My name is Adoniram. A pleasure to meet you." He said, he then looked back over at Dronas. "You on the other hand should watch your tone. I'm an employee of Molech and I dare say that he'd replace you in a heartbeat if you continue to disrespect those he's got on his payroll. So why don't you sit back down, try to sober up a bit, and get to work like the professional you're being paid to be?" Adoniram kept a stern attitude throughout the conversation.

(Triple post, ignore)

(Triple post, ignore.)

Dronas could tell he wasn't going to like Adoniram, the man seemed self important and incredibly cocky. Standing face to face with the new man he squared him straight up.

"I think I am going to have whatever tone I feel like, if Molech wants to find a different man to guard this then I will leave and find the first ship off this planet and never come back. Of course that would mean sourcing more help and making new deals and introducing all of you to a new face. I would much prefer you sat your arse down and treated us as...co-workers...and not your employees. Cus' if you didn't know it looks like all of us are on Molech's payroll and and that means that you shouldn't disrespect me."

Flicking out the point of his vibrosword he slid it into the gap in Adoniram's armour, just in the armpit.

"And don't ever question how professional I am."

He slid the blade back onto his back and sat down again and poured another drink.

"Sit down and have a glass. If we're going to be working together I'd rather know we can have a chat rather than me and Braedug here having to talk to your high horse cus' we still can't see you past the clouds."

Braedug sighed, and massaged his forehead. He then downed a third glass and stood abruptly. His happy demeanor was gone.

"When you two girls feel like actually discussing business, not who's prettiest, I'll be back at The Scrap Heap,"

Braedug turned and marched out of the bar in a foul mood.