<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/25/c2/79/25c2795fe8e2ae1ab68c24c0a7d3dc71.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Zebrin (http://sheet url)<br/><br/><strong>Species:</strong>Zabrak<br/><br/><strong>Profession:</strong>Mechanic Savant<br/><br/><strong>Location|Date:</strong>Claxon Club<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br/><br/>Zebrin wrestled with a few moments as to what he could do in this situation. He wants to do something that could help Ve'Tralla, but pushing in on her affairs could get him a beating. Worse yet it could start a fight in this club that is sure to bring on many casualties. Not something that would make him any friends on the 'Run', nor would it help him discern what is really going on in this.<br/><br/>He actually had a way around that particular obstacle.<br/><br/>Even with the Grainy picture on his Datapad, it was obvious there was a meeting going down. The Red Rancors spokesman sitting down with someone who brought some hired muscle with him. Z-Bot moves inside the cantina and takes up a position in a corner with a clear line of sight to the meeting. A few keystrokes of the datapad and Z-Bot's amplified hearing was activated. Tuning out all the ambient noise and background chatter to focus on those two, and the conversation they were having. Zebrin hits the record button and makes his way to the exit of the Claxon Club.<br/><br/>If this turned into anything more than a 'talk' he was going to need to be closer in order to control Z-Bot in battle. He walked through the crowd and kept his pace steady and his eyes low making for Dregs Cantina. All the while he was able to 'hear' everything going on in there through his trusty datapads headphones. The Rancors and those other goons have formed a security bubble to keep everyone else from hearing the conversation, but it's hard to lock out someone who has the magical tech to listen in built into their droid.