Star Wars: We Joined the Rebellion for This?!

[Rhun]

Cyd smiles slightly. He speaks, keeping his voice low to make sure they are not overheard; of course, the blaring music made the hushed conversation difficult. "I wish we could, Issachar. But our target, as far a we know, is in Bestine. We have to figure out how to get in there, how to locate him, and how to extract him. And with the assault on the rebel base, my guess is the local security forces are going to be on alert."

 

[possum]

"And if we wait too long our target could either find himself in Imperial custody or with a case of cold feet," Varren whispers as he takes a sip of his ale. "We have to move soon."

 

[Dire Lemming]

"Yeah..." Issachar says, still watching the dancers. He doesn't say anything else, apparently content to let the others do the planning.

 

[Ankh-Morpork Guard]

The Trandoshan bar tender didn't say a word at all while sliding the ale over and only made a grunt of sorts in the back of his throat when he took the necessary credits. In fact, he didn't even seem to look at the credits themselves, nor look at anyone directly. Though that was probably normal for a place like this.

While the group talks amongst each other, bits and pieces of other hushed conversations can be heard here and there, though sources are hard to pick out in the crowded building. But from the sound of it, there were a great many business deals being discussed all over the place, with at least one heavily accented voice grumbling about Imperials. Nothing can be heard enough to be very helpful, but the general atmosphere seems to suggest that the beings within aren't exactly friendly with the Empire.

 

[Ankh-Morpork Guard]

The general air of the place meant that the group was, mostly, ignored beyond a few looks here and there. However, after a few minutes of relative quiet, a young looking human woman approached from the bar just behind the group. She wore a simple looking set of tan clothes that it seemed like many people on the planet wore, either that or the sand just did that to any colour, and had short, dark hair. She presented a simple smile, but instead of ordering a drink over their shoulders as others had done, she idly commented, "You know, most people try to at least pretend to clean up before coming in here after a firefight."

 

[Dire Lemming]

Issachar is momentarily distracted from the dancers as the woman approaches, but only momentarily. It's only when she speaks that he gives her his full attention, then quickly look at himself and the others for what could possibly have indicated that they were just in a fight.

[sblock=ooc] Spot +4? [/sblock]

 

[Ankh-Morpork Guard]

Issachar:[sblock]Other than being sandy and a bit sweaty, you don't see any blaster scorch marks or anything like that.

You do, however, see that she's got a small blaster hidden just inside the left sleeve of her tunic.[/sblock]

A grin appeared on the woman's face as she watches Issachar looking around at the group. After giving him a moment, she lowered her voice and leaned in a bit, "Lucky guess, then. Word is the bucketheads are all over the place today...most times that happens everyone's smart enough to stay inside and out of the way. New faces stroll in all sandy an' well armed..." she trailed off a moment and shrugged, "Don't make it long 'round here being stupid. So was it Jabba's thug's takin' shots at you or the Imp's?"

 

[possum]

Varren looks the newcomer in the face and does the Duros approximation of a grin. "How's that your business?" he asks, wondering who this woman is.

 

[Dire Lemming]

Issachar looks around the cantina and then back at the woman, his tone is serious but not rude. "No offense, but why exactly are you interested? Seems like trouble is pretty common place around here, and trust me, the less involved you get the safer you are."

 

[Ankh-Morpork Guard]

The woman's grin changed just slightly and there was something a bit more dangerous in it than was there before as she simply looked over to Varren for a moment, "Its my business if you bring it in here," as she turned back to Issachar, the woman stood up straight again and crossed her arms over her chest, "My name's Kyra, and Tressek there doesn't pay me to let that trouble find its way in here."

There was a slight grunt from the Trandoshan bartender as he passed by with a drink.