The Zabrak stood as the others dissipated, off to do whatever pleasure they could summize in their allotted timeframe. His eyes focused on one, Vapjo he believed, a Twi'lek bounty hunter, and the apparent leader of this crew. Stepping forward, those who heard the creaking under his feet quickly moved away, while the occasional few recieved the side of his torso. Approaching the bar, he noticed the open seats to his right, and was soon seated, hunched on the bar next to the fellow hunter.
"You know what my presence here means, do you not Twil?"
He asked in his rumbling voice, using a nickname overheard in his home planet, not particularly derogatory, but an insult to one overly proud of their heritage.
Vapjo turned around, the look on his face was that of a tried man who just wanted to be left alone but since when did fate handed him the card fairly? He could just hope that this job would finally get him Gonzo off his back.
But a reaction to the demeaning Twil'lek part was left out. Vapjo was a slave, there was no heritage, atleast not a heritage he could remember or be proud of, just pitch black darkness. Wether his name meant something or once belong to a great Twil'lek house, it did not matter to him, neither will it ever be?
So if anger was the answer the Zabrak hoped for, all he got was a blank stare before the Twil'lek growled.
"It means that not only bounty hunters affiliated with the guild went missing, probably some mercs or freebies too."
Vapjo slighted tilted his head to the side, his eyes shortly gazing aside the Zabrak, into an unknown distance before they once again rested on that giant bulky meatball.
"It also means that Kynachi Inc. apparently doesn't trust the guild as much as the higher ups hoped they would. Now there's the question where you got that mission from! You either got it directly from them or through the open channels!
The first would mean that we aren't there to capture them, it would stain the guild's reputation while simply boosting yours, since you are known for the massacres! The second would mean that they do not trust us, offering the job to freebies or mercs as well and forcing them on our team would mean that they are afraid that we wouldn't do the job as discussed, you are backup, the Intel! I wouldn't be suprised if it would be the last because simple 10.000 credits would be too less if they specificly wanted you on the job. "
The Twil turned around fully to the Zabrak, his left arm rested on the bar counter while his right was slammed into his side.
"So what is it? Or don't you know yourself? Maybe you are just suprised why I don't welcome a mercenary like you to this 'operation?"
He turned around to the bar and let the bartender refill his glass. He needed more liquor to survive this conversation without bloodshed.
The Zabrack watched the man intently as his rant came to a conclusion, before tapping the bar with two fingers, and requested a bottle of Kurkvitz.
"You have it."
He replied quietly as a look of confusion crossed the face of the young bartender. Keeping an eye on him through his periphials, before removing 27 credits from a small case in his robe.
"On Dathomir, a very potent liquer is found, made from Mulc Berries and allegedly, a drop of The Sleepers blood. Whatever the ingredients, it is potent, but has wonderfull effects on your mind."
He rumbled lowly, turning back to the bartend as he approached with a large black vial. Requesting two small glasses, the smallest they had, he poured the half ounce cups full and moved one towards the Twi'lek.
"Drink, but be warned the drink is vile, and sets in quickly."
Vapjo took the drink nonetheless and gulped it down his throat. A grimace of disgust and pain turned his Twil'lek face into an obscurity before he shakedown it off.
The eyes, now shrouded slightly be the liquor, met the once of the Zabrak. It was not the urge to challenge him what layed behind them but rather a hint of respect.
"This must be the same feeling as if a whole zaproach nest just crawled down your throat"
He still placed down his glass and nodded thankfully towards the Zabrak.
It might be not so bad to have a pair of extra eyes with him, espacially when the fact one of the following team mates muttered were true. A traitor inside the guild? Well it wouldn't explain the missing bounty hunters which were not guild affiliated.
It was too late, they accepted the job, so they had to take the job.
"Mind getting some further drinks before we fly off? We still got some time to spare and bad company is still better than no company, especially before a job"
If the Zabrak hoped for any further warm words, he will be disappointed.
He nodded, tossing the liquid into the back of his throat and swallowing it, a slight grimace on his face. Even after years of the drink, he had still not grown accustomed to it's strength. But that was unsurprising, as even the oldest of drunkards would make a face to the drink. Pouring them another glass, he listened to the man's words as he drank another glass, and refilled it. His eye's met the Twi'Leks look of respect, and nodded, acknowledging the mutual respect for each other.
"I do have one rule, that must be abided by for a smooth hunt."
He said quietly, his eyes reflecting the brilliant colors of the club's lightshow.
"And that would be?" Vapjo said while tipping one finger on the bar counter, it was more a tick than a sort of habit, the need of movement, the fear of holding still.
The Zabrak had a hint of a smile spread across his face as he looked to the man and said
"When we ready an attack, I am first to make a move."
Vapjo shaked his head. This was not a slaughter fest, this was a mission and he was part of the guild and so acted as a guild member. It was a rule that killing is only allowed if it was necessary but setting this Zabrak free would mean a lot of alien Shishkebab. Without a doubt this man would be out to kill and Vapjo as a leader couldn't afford that, it would simply stain the reputation of the guild and even his already sullied one.
"You are forgetting who's in charge here! Under my commando, you will act like you are part of the guild! Killing is not a necessity, it should be used as a last resort! We are better than common mercs since! A trail of dead bodies can be left by anybody, BUTCHER!"
With that Vapjo stood up, the alcohol already paid it's toll and so he was not so steady on his feet. He walked towards the exit of the bar, he had enough! Enough of the Zabrak! This mission had to be done, the earlier the better!
With that in mind Vapjo headed towards the hangar and already boarded the ferry which should bring the team to the Kynachi sector.
