Star Wars: We Joined the Rebellion for This?!

Issachar smiles and nods. "Of course, of course, though those artsy types tend to be a bit on the crazy side. Wouldn't you want to know who their hiding from if they're going to be standing on your stage every day?" He shakes his head. "Aw, sorry, I should be telling you you're a refreshingly good person for taking in a bunch of starving artists without having to know stuff like that." He smiles again, turning back to the show. "They're really very good though."
 

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Cyd is quickly tiring of the verbal game he is playing; he was a solider, not a diplomat. He preferred problems that could be solved with his gun. He lowers his voice, making sure that he is not overheard. "Listen, Kyra. We need to get into Bestine without rousing any suspicions. With the bucketheads all jumped up, that is going to be difficult. But if you can help us out, we will surely make it worth your while."
 

Varren remains silent as Kyra and his friends chat about dancers and the Empire. He doesn't completely trust her, bit he notes to himself that he will go along with any plan that the rest of the group does. He will keep an eye on her, though, he promises himself. With that mentally said, Varren takes another sip from his ale.
 

Tressek seemed to be giving Issachar a curious look, though it almost looked more like he was inspecting the human...like a predator looking over a meal. But a toothy smile soon appeared on the reptillian features of the Trandoshan bartender, "You are very new around here, I see. Sometimes it is best not to ask why people hide. Especially in these parts. Likely to get you shot...or worse," he then shrugged and added more quietly, "Don't know a thing else about them, though. Other than the fact that they came cheap compared to the greedy Twi'leks that I had before."

There was a rather long silence from Kyra as she seemed to be trying to read Cyd, even looking to the others again to find something there if she could. After at least a minute of, relative, silence, she finally said quietly, "Alright, I might be able to help you. However, I expect some serious compensatoin because it won't be easy..." Kyra let that hang in the bad-smelling air before going on, "The only way to get into that city with them locked down without an army behind you is to have a clearance code. They won't care how you look if you have it. Only people that have that kind of clearance are the local governors...I would expect the Sithspawn they have in charge of the garrison here has one. If I knew a way into the garrison it would put us both in very dangerous positions. You're too stupid to be Imperial spies, so I might be willing to put my neck out and show you a way in if the offer is good."
 

Issachar shrugs. "It's your business, I'd be more worried about getting shot by the people looking for them. They've got no reason to want you alive, whoever they are. As a customer I don't feel particularly safe either. But I'm sure you know what you're doing."
 
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"Are you always this charming with potential clients? Sweetie, don't worry; we'll make it worth your while...if your information actually has any value."

Karr looks around at the others and speaks in a normal voice, rather than the relatively hushed tones the others were using.

"Well, that really sucked the fun out of this. What say we find another place that's a little less dull, eh, mates?"
 

Varren shoots Karr a look, hopefully conveying that just meeting someone who seems to know a little too much is certainly not dull.

"I agree," he says.
 


Tressek's eyes narrowed as he looked to Issachar, "The only people that shouldn't feel safe in here are the ones that cause trouble..." he nodded past Issachar and towards Kyra, "Most of you humans seem to just think she's around to look good but she keeps this place very safe. Of course, she also should be watching the door and keeping an eye on everyone that's in here since that's what I pay her for."

The last part from the Trandoshan was in a very raised, annoyed voice. Kyra shot a vemon-filled glare past the group and to the Trandoshan bartender but just shrugged when she looked to Karr, "The suns should set in another hour or so. Meet me in the alley behind this placein three standard hours. Should be sufficiently dark by then."

With that, the woman turned and began a casual walk through the rest of the cantina. She had a way of blending into the crowd that made it hard to tell where she was going or if she was even there, and it was likely that most of the other patrons didn't even notice.
 
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"Alright then. So I guess we can stick around for a while." Says Issachar happily, as he watches the show and tries to take a sip from his now empty cup. "Uh... aw, I'm empty. Oh well, shouldn't drink too much right now anyway I guess." He sighs as he puts the cup down on the bar behind him.
 

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