<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/34/03/22/340322051e545b40106fa6964a4cae75.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Kea Elysar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277640.msg13647790#msg13647790)<br/><br/><strong>Species:</strong>- Human [Corellian]<br/><br/><strong>Profession:</strong>- Information Broker/Secrets Dealer/Negotiator<br/><br/><strong>Location|Date:</strong>-  Day 146 3 BBY, Late Evening<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>-Sending Messages to: Tyron, Nealla, & Therion | Mentioning: AJ & Shaa Raa<hr/><br/>“Don’t go looking for trouble, daughter… It always tends to find you.”  The words of her father echoed in Kea’s ears as she considered the Dregs, considered the information that had been filtered her way.  The Red Rancor pirates were dregs<em>at best</em>so the irony cantina choosing was not lost upon her, that was for certain.  They were stupid, power hungry, and looking to move up in the wide world of crime.  However, they weren’t<em>that</em>stupid to try and take over Smuggler’s Run on their own, not only that but as far as pirates went, they weren’t that<em>good</em>.  So who was pulling the strings to make the little beasts dance?  That was a good question, and the answers, any of a multitude of one of them was<em>not</em>something that comforted her.  And would not have comforted her father – least she had told him, which she hadn’t.<br/><br/>Stepping into the Cantina, she didn’t hide her presence, she wasn’t one<em>to</em>hide after all.  Her reputation preceded her in the Skips, and good or bad – she was who she was.  Glancing towards the sleeping human, her eyes followed towards the Twi’lek, and gave a small upnod – holding up two fingers to order a Lum, before moving towards one of the back tables, which afforded her the best vantage point as she still tried to figure out who or<em>what</em>was so interested in the Smuggler’s Run, and the information that they held onto like it was their very air.  Routes for bigger ships to get into close range of the Run, the major gangs and pirates, and bounties.  Hell, in fact, Kea had had an opportunity to compile that list and give distinct information – but she declined, through third party sources, of course.<br/><br/>Her lips pursed for a moment, her eyes glancing over the screen on her gauntlet and she exhaled softly for a moment.  There were several ways she could play this out, she could inform the hutts and tell them that the Red Rancors were getting too big for their flight suits.  Watch them as they got eaten up by every bounty hunter and mercenary who wanted to make some very quick cheap dosh.  Kea could also have someone infiltrate the Rancors, but she didn’t have the time for that.  And while she got along with most of the employees at the Dregs, they weren’t exactly ones she kept on the payroll.  Licking her lips, there was another option, one that she did<em>not</em>want to consider at that moment.<br/><br/>Besides, if they had heard, no doubt<em>they</em>would be getting involved.<br/><br/>So she went for the bet that she knew would surprise some, as well as intrigue the others.<br/><br/>Sending out three separate comm’s messages that would play in that tinny robotic voice that was somewhat feminine, but telltale of the information broker.<br/><br/><strong>To Tyron</strong>Need you at the Dregs Cantina asap if you’re close by.  Something is foul and it’s not the Hutt’s bathroom.<br/><br/><strong>To Nealla</strong>I might have some insight into the answers you seek, or at least a pulse.  I don’t want to be right, by the stars I don’t want to be right… But if you show up at the Dregs, keep your –head- down and look inconspicuous.  Little mynocks chirp about bounties.<br/><br/><strong>To Therion</strong>You want to make up for past wrongs?  Red Rancors are looking to make a move, but far bigger than them.  Keep your identity concealed, eyes are upon us all.<br/><br/>It would seem unlikely that anyone would think of it strange that Kea would be there to conduct business, however… She was not going to take anything to chance. “Dejarik,” she would tell the Twi’lek once the drink was brought to her, “two teams of two,” she would motion with her fingers again and slid a cred stick with a slight nod of her head.  “Also if Miss AJ comes in for a drink, send her my regards,” she knew that AJ may very well show herself, but she would not attempt to put the Zeltron in danger. The same for the others that she had crossed paths with.  There would be those, she knew, whom would make their way here on their own. So for now, she would watch as the Keldorian plied his wares as she waited to see whom would arrive, and whom would not.<br/><br/><br/>