<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Chapter 1</strong></span></strong><br/>(https://planetdystopia.files.wordpress.com/2013/08/oldcity2.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dregs Cantina<br/><br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Day 146 3 BBY, Late Evening<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open to all<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The agent would regard Ve'tralla as she could see the man actually smile as he would reach into his coat but slowly as he pulled out a piece of flimsy.  Written on it was on a frequency for contact as he would then slowly make it more clear.  "This is my contact, you will receive a message an hour before the job, be prepared for ground and otherwise space bound operations.  Pay won't be talked about before then, if you don't agree to any of this then the job might not be for you."  He challenged her practically as the others around him only continued to monitor the woman who had been very bold.  The agent would only wait for a yes or not before turning to continue to leave the area.  There was appreciating tenacity but what was the price or pay was still something very much unknown.<br/><br/>The Red Rancors would continue to inhabit the cantina but wouldn't be doing much more than asserting themselves as having a good time.  Nothing else of import to discuss for the night it seemed.