<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 larger pirates would stare down Shaa Raa as he did his best to explain why he had lied to them about the booby trapped blasters.  It seemed to be going over like a take off missing half your repulsorlifts as he issued the idea that he had a blaster himself that could be used.  There was no fear for a long moment as it seemed the idea of going outside and taking their chances seemed worth their hurt pride from being tricked.  The falling glass and the human male bartender hitting the ground brought their eyes to swing around as finally a smile cracked on the grizzled pirates face.  His fellow bartender just shook her head as the tension seemed to have bled off just a bit more.  It was another long moment before the pirate spoke.  "Ale."  He said as he looked to the twi'lek who began to pour it.  "On him."  His meaty finger pointed to Shaa Raa before he would take the deposited drink and give him one more look before finally breaking the stand off.<br/><br/>Both Delon and his second in command sat and watched their own spread out to own the cantina as they spoke quietly to each other.  "Get the gunboat for this, heavy armor in case he tries something."  Delon seemed to not completely trust the agent as the catharn would nod and rise as he moved away from his boss and towards another group of pirates near a sabbacc table that was blinking off and on, likely on it's last leg.<br/><br/>The agent was moving quickly but Ve'tralla caught up to them quickly as she would see at least two blasters drawn as she spoke up as the man turned to look to her.  "What if I said I had enough friends?"  He eyed sure with suspicion as two of the hired muscle stayed close and the other two began to fan out.  "You are looking to get hired I take it as you don't seem very friendly with how you are dressed."  The display by her had him intrigued as he watched her from where he stood.  There was tension there and even though it was easing inside of Dreggs there was a ripple those that had senses in the force could feel, something dark washed over them like a cold gust of wind that seemed to cut through armor, clothing, and flesh right into their core.  The source of it was not something one could locate no matter how gifted but it was near enough to no doubt make most who felt it look over their collective shoulders.