The Bounty hunter saw the Rattatak women enter the cantina and in a 'bored' movement she put her elbow on the table and placed her chin on her palm. She watched for a moment 'casing' the individual and noting some tell tale signs of concealed weapons... not uncommon for this world. While the women was turned away from her she got the impression of a someone 'softer' body then her own, but the movements told of drilled precision and elite training. A women not to be taken lightly. It was then that her ear piece chimed and with a grin she shuts her eye's. Mumbling the words "Better be you Mako." As her hands grab her helmet and slip it on head before crossing her arms and leaning back against the wall in typical 'Mandalorin don't mes with me or I'll kill you' fashion.<br/><br/>With a grin inside her helmet she opens the channel. "Yeah it's me, what is it?"<br/><br/>"Runei... it's Mako... I'm still trying to pull info up on our target... about all I have now is some jedi... or sith... The contract is pretty vague as you'd expect from some Imperial merchant know it all. He's scared to death if it was a sith, but says he's willing to pay more so long as we stay quite about it."<br/><br/>"If he wants silence then put the standard fee on it. I'm a Hunter of my word... and silence will not be broken. Besides I never really like the Sith."<br/><br/>"Well I'll forward it... also there might be field support I've got reports of a few Imperial groups in the area. There are a few Sith... and a few agency's working in the area. Even have word there may be an agent in the area. Real hush hush stuff... had to... uh... ignore... a few security barriers."<br/><br/>"A few?" Not moving her head she looks around the bar with the advantage of her helmet providing her the ability to look and observe without drawing attention.<br/><br/>"yeah just the 'unauthorized access means death' warnings. Nothing new really."<br/><br/>"Just don't push them to hard.. The Imperials are technically our friends even if we do bend a few rules now and again."<br/><br/>"Roger that... and I'll see about getting the others rounded up. Repairs on the ship are coming along and should be done in two days and Toovee should be back with the credits from the deal you sent him with that Hutt."<br/><br/>"Good... I'll head back when everyone is gathered and you contact me again." Cutting the channel She smiles inside her helmet. the entire conversion had taken place without a soul noticing. And then she frowns as she lets her shoulders slump a bit. Two days of BOREDOM as she sat in this sad little catina and stayed in the sad little 'hotel room' she was renting. Well renting was more like got at blaster point after running a small gang of swoop bikers out of a small domicile they had stolen in the first place. Waving over the rodian waitress she speaks with a slightly modulated voice due to her helmet. "Another Mandalorin baskalisk."<br/><br/>The Rodian looks nervous. "Miss that's your seventh one..." she says in Rodese.<br/><br/>"Well stop watering them down and maybe I'll get drunk then." She swaps the female Rodians rear causing a bit of a cheer from a nearby table and the Hunter simply dips her head slightly before taking off her helmet again and placing it on the table facing out to the bar.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>