<div class="floatleft">(https://image.ibb.co/mqJ8Xb/Future_Female_Warrior.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Ve'tralla Kurzen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277640.msg13647172#msg13647172)<br/><br/><strong>Species:</strong>Arkanian Offshoot (Human Half-breed)<br/><br/><strong>Profession:</strong>Mercenary, Gambler, Arms Tech<br/><br/><strong>Location|Date:</strong>Day 146 3BBY, Dreg's Cantina<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Shaa Raa<br/><br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong>Zebrin, Raa Shaa, Kea, Tyron, Nealla, Therion<br/><hr/>Ve'tralla had been in Dreg's for a couple hours at this point. It wasn't a hard place to blend in and it took little more than a thick and bulky cloak to conceal her small framed figure despite the armor that she wore. Her current position was easy to hide in plain sight considering her surroundings. She at at the sabacc table with two others, a human smuggler of some sort and his second in command being a rodian female, with her back to the bar and her blaster rifle hanging at her side and twisted to direct the scope toward the bar itself through a hole in her cloak. Thanks to the combined efforts of herself and Zebrin she was able to outfit a small camera wirelessly from the scope of her rifle to the display in her helmet which she currently wore.<br/><br/>She was up in the game, a sure thing, with a rare hand known as an Idiot's Array. Still she waited for the right moment to play her cards and finish the game. The wager was low and truly rather unimportant to her. Much like others, thanks to the unprofessional nature of The Red Rancors ranks, she had stumbled upon information that something of import could be coming to a head rather soon and that tonight was a particularly important gathering. She through the corner of her viewing screen as others of note arrived one by one. She had seen each of them enter and take up their own positions, taking note of the strategic value of each person, as well as Zebrin whose very presence unnerved her some. Those of force sensitivity would very likely feel mild reverberations echoing her concerns throughout the establishment. She was unaware of the force, untrained and knew not even that she pulsed with it from time to time. While half of her genetic makeup was very in tune with the force she had never even so much as have been introduced to it's benefits nor the shortfalls of her shifting temperaments.<br/><br/>The presence of Shaa Raa selling his wares was nothing too out of the ordinary apart from the particular time frame in which he'd chosen to do so. He wasn't one to miss a business opportunity however. The gathering of Kea Elysar, Tyron Ordo, and Nealla Varr was a bit more of a draw on her attention for a moment. She had to assume they were all there for the same purpose but also wondered the benefit of the three of them grouping up in the cantina. Should The Red Rancors contact be substantially more intelligent or observant than they it wouldn't due to see a known information broker consorting with two mandalorians... however they would make a formidable distraction and were at least skilled enough to not likely be killed in any immediate fashion. She had worked for Kea on more than one occasion and was somewhat partial to how the woman did business as well as impressed by the fact that she didn't mind getting her own hands dirty. Nealla she had fought beside a good number of times and held her in a rather high regard even for a mandalorian. Tyron, on the other hand, she had actually hunted at one point when hired to take out one of her previous clients. The client put themselves in a position, after choosing not to heed Ve'tralla's warnings, to be taken out by Tyron an hour or so before she managed to track him down. With her client dead, though she cared little for the man, the business concluded with a short standoff and Tyron producing a hologram of his execution. Their relationship was trepidatious at best following that encounter which ended in a rather confident Tyron despite the blaster aimed in his direction.<br/><br/>While she was aware Therion Altier had entered the cantina it was only so much as to recognize another cloaked figure taking a seat of their own at a booth nearby. Without having seen him with the hood down she couldn't discern whom had entered but wouldn't put the concept of danger out of her mind. It was likely, had she known of his past endeavors and force training, that she would jump at the opportunity to pursue the credits attached to his name if she were to recognize him and be aware of his value to her. Though presently for all she knew the cloaked figure was the contact The Red Rancors were waiting on. Since not a one of them made any efforts to approach him nor signaled as though he were significant to them she had to assume otherwise. Either way the cloaked figure was of at least minimal interest.<br/><br/>V hadn't taken entirely too much interest in Ayami-Jahna Terkana beyond being a dancer, having on occasion paid her to be used as a distraction and to assist her in blending in, but couldn't deny that for some reason the woman was very alluring during their contact with one another. Ve'Tralla was unawares of the pheromones Zeltron were able to enthrall you with and had nearly botched one of her more lucrative jobs by having been distracted by the dancer's ways. She'd even come up shorter on coin that she had intended to. Something about the woman demanded substantial tipping. The Arkanian halfbreed had even considered finishing this game of sabacc to purchase a private dance, perhaps warn her of the danger, and offer her one of the blaster pistols hidden beneath her thick cloak to at least protect herself should the situation become violent but thought better of it than to allow herself to be distracted without the comprehension as to why. Either way she had no intention to see the woman wounded should the events unfold as she rather expected.<br/><br/>She turned her attention to the table and dropped her hand upon it, an unbeatable one she'd rarely been fortunate enough to have in her possession, lacking the enthusiasm one would expect of such a hand considering the credits she earned from this particular victory were a paltry sum at best. There was minimal debate on the victory and the smuggler captain and his right hand surprisingly took it in stride, merely shooing Ve'tralla off so they could find themselves another player to potentially team up against and swindle, as she withdrew her increased credit stick and stepped over to the table Shaa Raa had set up. He had done enough business with her to recognize her helmet without having to see her face. Without much hesitation she set her credit chip on the back end of the table while browsing his current wares, in search of a weapon fitting it's intended user, expectant that when she made a selection he would know enough to withdraw the appropriate and acceptable amount from the chip for the transaction.<br/><br/>Her hand settled upon a blast cannon, the equivalent of an energy shotgun, which was likely rather old and wasn't exactly a precision weapon but the purchase wasn't intended for her own use. It would suit it's intended wielder perfectly only with the consideration that she was unaware of Zebrin's capabilities so far as marksmanship. The Zabrak's presence in such a potentially volatile situation was gravely concerning to her. He was far too important to her own endeavors to risk leaving unattended and when his battledroid abandoned his side, despite being under his orders, she found it rather perturbing. Picking up the blast cannon the array of blue lights dulled from it's four points and brightened only at the four focus points in the middle of her helmet as she examined the weapon.<strong>"Can I assume you personally modified the power converter or did you simply verify the connections?"</strong>While wearing her helmet her voice was masked by the metallic clatter of a vocalizer, it's intention to keep her as unidentifiable as possible, somewhat similar to that of Shaa Raa himself. Without the heavy cloak it would be obvious she was a female, without her helmet her personal identity was just as obvious, so for now she kept up a portion of her anonymity.<strong>"And is it modified for more powerful blast capability or more successive fire?"</strong><br/><br/>The modification itself was obvious but the purpose to it would require she broke the weapon down herself. She trusted his capabilities about as much as her own so his response would merely verify whether she should concern herself with it's effectiveness in the hands of any given wielder. Once she'd picked it up he would know her well enough to charge her it's worth and his commission. Ve'tralla wasn't one to bother touching a weapon she wasn't interested in purchasing. It was just as likely he knew the weapon wasn't for her own sake, or was perhaps would think it a distractionary tactic to be closer to the action, but he also knew she wasn't one to carry her personal armory with her on any given day. She was more of a collector whom sparingly used more than a select 4 blasters between her pistols, her long range precision rifle, and her mid range assault rifle.