<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,  Leaving the The Claxon Club<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Therion, Yig, Kaya, Tyron Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Shaa Raa knew a brush off when he heard one.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">"My apologies.  I didn't mean to interrupt." </span></span>He turned to the droid.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">"I have a shop in the market.  If you're in need of any parts, remind him when he's finished." </span></span>He didn't offer the droid a hand or even touch it on the shoulder.  It was a combat droid after all and he didn't want it to default to old programming if it interpreted his movements as an attack.  With no other reason to stay, Shaa Raa and his head shaped bag headed out into the market.<br/><br/>Sharp eyes caught the collection of hired killers and pirates.  He smiled behind his mask.  There was money to be made.  He slowed his speeder down and pulled up near the group.<br/><br/>He strode up to them, approaching openly from the side so that they would not be startled by his arrival.  He made no effort to hide the head shaped object in the bag he carried.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">"Am I to understand that there is a dispute of some kind?  Might I offer my services as a neutral arbitrator, so that things do not degenerate to the point where the good shopkeepers hereabouts might have to duck some blaster fire?  All I ask is for ten credits from each side, a paltry sum, to compensate me for my time.  If you'll all bear with me, I'm going to ask you, young lady, to present your side of the issue.  I will ask the other gentlemen their side momentarily, so I have both sides before I need to start sorting the matter out."  </span></span><br/><br/>His voice was flat and metallic, a necessary evil due to the fact that his natural voice was too high for most beings to hear.  The flat black eye protectors and breathing mask gave him a mild look of intimidation, although it was unlikely to intimidate any of the assembled collection of killers, rapists and thieves.  He assumed that at least some of the pirates might know him by reputation; he knew better than to rip off people capable of killing him.  AJ would know him, as would Therion and Tyron.  Just because they were customers didn't mean he would rule in their favour.