<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/>Initially Ve'tralla wasn't thrilled by the inclusion of Shaa Raa's bluff, she'd have liked to have gotten out a bit of her frustration beating the Trandoshian to death and perhaps a few of his cohorts, but she was able to get past the initial disappointment. In his defense, as one whom avoids conflict such as himself, she understood the strategy to avoiding a rather violent outcome. As the Trandoshian backed off, an honorable enough species that he wouldn't try to cheat her out of an honorable death, she holstered her blaster and turned to Shaa Raa with a glance of mild irritation. "Charge the cred stick and load the power cell." Her communicator chattered. "I'll be taking my leave. We will discuss how best to make up the trouble to you at another time."<br/><br/>Shaa Raa knew her well enough to know that not only did she mean business but that she was also good for it. She had wares the Kel Dor merchant had long sought after, ancient arms from wars years past which he wanted both in full and in parts, and despite her reluctance to sell them some situations bore greater fruit than they ever could. The transmission from Zebrin spoke of that well enough. Rarely did her favorite mechanic involve himself in any situation that wasn't fashioned of circuits, conduits, and a bit of lithium grease. Her vocalizer went silent though the words within her helmet did not, transmitting speech to text to the com that had messaged her, replying to the query that scrolled across the top left of her helmet's display. "Docked since last you overhauled the shielding cpu. Should I be expecting passengers?" Unlike Zebrin she could care less about whether or not the others were included, Ve'tralla was often a bit reckless, but if they increased the odds she'd be able to keep her favored technician alive she'd tolerate them. Even Tyron whom she half respected and half wanted to go toe to toe with. Therion was little more than a question mark in her book as she knew little of his past exploits, as well covered up as they were, whereas Kea and Nealla she was a touch fond of.<br/><br/>She kept her position awaiting the return of her fully armed blaster cannon, keeping her attention turned toward the Trandoshian and the Red Rancors as she trusted his cohorts far less than the Trandoshian himself, not sure whether whatever Zebrin had planned would involve the Kel Dor merchant or not.