<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/bloodandhonor/images/7/7f/Kel_Dor.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20120511114908)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Shaa Raa (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277640.msg13645182#msg13645182)<br/><br/><strong>Species:</strong>Kel Dor<br/><br/><strong>Profession:</strong>Scavenger, Mechanic, Trader, Gambler, Information Broker and general Scoundrel<br/><br/><strong>Location|Date:</strong>Day 145 3BBY, The Claxon Club<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The Kel Dor walked into the Claxon with the<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">flamethrower</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://pre00.deviantart.net/dcfb/th/pre/f/2012/133/7/0/flamethrower_aft_2l_heat_by_karanak-d4zkm49.jpg)</div></div>slung over his shoulder by the carrying strap.  It wasn't hard for him to spot his target.  He took the most direct route, which still had him weaving between several tables.  He stopped in front of an enormous blue and grey<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Karkaradon</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://vk.vkfaces.com/836320/v836320300/356c3/FVRrqWleIe0.jpg)</div></div>, who was gnawing on something best left unidentified.  When the Karkaradon looked up, he flicked a switch, causing a small jet of plasma to ignite, burning a searing blue.<br/><br/>He swept the flamethrower left and right but that jet of plasma never wavered.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">"Better?"</span></span>he asked.<br/><br/>"Much,"  replied the Karkaradon.<br/><br/>With a flick of his thumb, Shaa Raa turned off the igniter. And set the weapon down on the table.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">"I had to replace the plasma module,"</span></span>he said.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">"These things aren't meant to be used as clubs.  I've added a guard, which might prevent this from happening again but I offer no guarantees.  AS I said, they aren't meant to be used as clubs."</span></span><br/><br/>The Karkaradon snorted and placed a bag on the table.  He opened it, showing Shaa Raa the head that was inside.  "Happy?" He asked.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">"Very.  It's been a pleasure doing business with you, Fin."</span></span>Their business concluded, the  Kel Dor picked up the sack and moved to a nearby table.  He waved over a server and ordered a drink.  While he waited for it to be delivered, he looked around the club.  Perhaps he might be able to conduct a little more business.  If not, he'd finish his drink and then go home to take a closer look at the head in the bag.  It wasn't that he didn't trust Fin Dro but the bounty hunter had a well earned reputation for being a little rough with not just his equipment but his quarry as well.