<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/4NuEpH7.jpg?1)(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/bd/6a/0f/bd6a0fa70e332d76bff951c68fdf39bd--halo-game-halo-cosplay.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br/><strong>Name:</strong> Tyron Bronwell Ordo (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277640.msg13643522#msg13643522)<br/><br/><strong>Species:</strong> Kiffar<br/><br/><strong>Profession:</strong> Bounty Hunter | Fixer | Smuggler<br/><br/><strong>Location|Date:</strong>  Day-146/3BBY - Late Evening - Dreg's Cantina<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kea, Nealla, Therion, AJ, Shaa Raa</span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">  His fellow Mando did a quick sweep and counted the numbers, wondering if she could even leave that many behind for him. "If the lady would be so kind as to try her best." She warned him next about not underestimating his foes. She was right. Even a Mandalorian Jedi could have an off day if he wasn't careful. "Always. Treating them with contempt only takes away from the thrill of it all." Sitting with the ladies while the Rancor's and Delon had their back and forth was hilarious. These guys were so bad that they just had juicy info all out in the open. Info his helmet was steadily recording with audio and video. Haratta's dossier, their conversation, all of it would be available on his personal data feed later.<br/><br/> "Don't worry, Kea. My helmet's getting everything it can. We can go over it all later. For now though...I say we wait. Insert ourselves into this situation. That way we can maybe keep all out war from breaking out and make ourselves some money at the same time. Plus, Shaa Raa's been over there the whole time," he said with a slight nod toward the Kel Dor. "I'll bet good money the Hutt's going to at least hear about some bad news from him. From there, we can keep eyes on both groups until things get ready to get hot, then we can swoop in. I can even fly us anywhere we need." <br/><br/>Looking up from the ladies, his eyes fell on the bartender who suddenly grew a huge pair of Bantha balls because of the sheer amount of Rancor's in the place. He snickered and sipped a bit more of his Ale. Then he waved his hand so imperceptibly no one would have even seen it move. As he did, a small tremor shook the bar. Nothing too out of the ordinary as heavy ships flew overhead all the time. The tremor knocked over a shot glass onto the floor. <br/><br/>From there, all it took was a flight push with the Force and the bartender slipped, leaving the floor and comically flipping before slamming down hard. The cantina went almost dead silent, then the barman groaned and stood up, holding his head. "No hard feelin's at all. Now get me another damn drink, hahah!" Everyone exploded into laughter at the spectacle, and maybe even the Rancor's upset with Shaa were more focused on how dumb the barman had just looked. everyone loved to laugh at someone else's pain it seemed.<br/><br/></span><br/>