Star Wars: We Joined the Rebellion for This?!

[Dire Lemming]

Issachar stands and holds out his hand. "Kyra, good to meet you, name's Issachar. We know better than to mess with the Hutts. Some trigger happy bucketheads tried to give us some trouble on our way here, but they bit off more than they could chew, they won't be giving you any trouble. Or anyone else."

[sblock=ooc]He of course keeps his voice low to keep everyone else in the cantina from hearing him.[/sblock]

 

[Rhun]

Cyd casts a dangerous glance at Issacher, as if to remind him that certain things are best left unspoken. Then he shrugs. The damage was done, though, if there was any damage to be done. Perhaps they could get some information out of the woman. The mercenary looks Kyra over, and nods toward her. "Please, sit. Perhaps we can help each other out."

 

[Ankh-Morpork Guard]

"I'll stand, thankyou," Kyra spoke the words simply but with a bit of an edge to them. She gave Issachar a sideways look as he spoke, then lowered her own voice and spoke while facing towards Cyd, "Imp's have been jumpy lately for whatever reason. Looks like you haven't brought any of them in after you, but don't get too confident. They get like this and even that slimy Hutt's men stay low..." she paused, and the grin returned, "What makes you think I can help you out? Or that I would?"

 

[Rhun]

Cydarius smiles at Kyra and leans back in his chair. "Call it a hunch," he says. He takes another sip of his ale, sitting the mug back down with a heavy 'thunk.' "You seem well informed. And we could use some information."

 

[Elephant]

"Don't worry, Miss...Kyra. We shan't bring any trouble-" Karr begins, then stops as Cyd and Issachar start telling Kyra their life stories.

 

[Dire Lemming]

Feeling confused and slightly offended that Kyra has found it more interesting to ask seemingly pointless and slightly flirtatious souding questions of Cyd than to listen to him answering the question she'd just asked, Issachar takes his seat again and returns to watching the dancers. He turns to the Barkeep in an attempt at idle chatter, "Your entertainment's great, where'd you find them?"

 

[Ankh-Morpork Guard]

Kyra provided a simple nod, though it seemed aimed at Karr more than Cyd. It was fairly easy to see her eyes scan them over again before she looked back to Cyd, "Information doesn't come cheap. Tressek may pay me, but it isn't much."

The comment got another grunt from the Trandoshan bartender, though at Issachar's words he stopped whatever it was he was doing and turned a pair of yellow, reptillian eyes on the human. Tressek gave Issachar a careful looking over before making another odd noise and then saying in a surprisingly quiet voice, "Found me about two weeks ago...say they were last in Bothan space and didn't make much in the way of money there..." he shrugged and shook his head, "Why they'd come to this dustball for money I still haven't figured out."

 

[Rhun]

Kyra provided a simple nod, though it seemed aimed at Karr more than Cyd. It was fairly easy to see her eyes scan them over again before she looked back to Cyd, "Information doesn't come cheap. Tressek may pay me, but it isn't much."

"A girls got to make a living," replies Cyd, a hint of a smile on his face. "We've got a little cash. So let me ask you a question: What do you know about Bestine?"

 

[Dire Lemming]

Issachar raises an eyebrow and looks back at the dancers. This time actually looking at them rather than just watching. "Huh, so they're hiding from someone." he says matter of factly.

 

[Ankh-Morpork Guard]

"I know that anything I tell you about that city is worth more than you look like you've got," Kyra smiled again, "But who knows? Haven't had to shoot anyone today so maybe I'm feeling generous. It would depend on what you want to know, of course."

The bartender looked over his shoulder to the entertainers again. There were five of them. Two dancers, three musicians, one of which was also singing. There were a pair of Bothans, male and female, a rather young looking human male, a female Twi'lek, and a very large Ithorian that could have been anything.

Turning back to look to Issachar, Tressek shrugged again, "Everyone's hiding out here. No other reason to be on this planet unless you're crazy or you don't have a choice. Hells, I expect you're hiding from something, too. Don't look crazy, at least."