<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>Zebrin, GM NPC Imperial Spy<br/><br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong>Shaa Raa, Zebrin<br/><hr/>Shaa Raa wasn't exactly the altruistic sort of individual. Which would likely explain to her why he hadn't understood what she meant by making up the trouble some other time. Ve'tralla had of course expected him to have a power cell handy to install. Fortunately he at least knew the general vicinity of where she hung up her boots and she needn't carry around a blaster cannon with no power cell when she followed through on her thinking. At least so far as that went she could make certain things worked out in some manner. His bluff, which she assumed was indeed a bluff, was of little interest to her. Though it may have saved the Trandoshian from meeting his end and a rather violent outcome from happening. Then, by default, the owners and bar tenders quite the repair bill and mess to clean up.<br/><br/>Without so much as a further word to him she kept her vocalizer silenced externally she furthered her speech to text conversation with Zebrin's data pad as she followed after the Imperial Agent whose identity and agenda she thus far knew very little about. Even so she had the means and motivation to develop a plan of her own. "Hold your bot in position. Do not follow. Three hours, my place." Her blaster rifle dangled from it's strap on her shoulder with both pistols, vibro daggers, and her vibro sword all sheathed and holstered. Her right hand went to the pad on her left wrist and with a few short keystrokes she activated her external vocalizer so as to speak toward the man surrounded by body guards. At this point she wasn't far from them, surely the guards were aware of her pursuit, and the attention would play to her point. She wasn't interested in being stealthy. "You must be new here. How would you like a new best friend?"<br/><br/>The plan, at least in theory, was a simple one which was rather dependent on all the working parts. There was more than one way it could end in her favor, at least one that could prove to be a rather mute point, and of course one or two that could end extremely poorly for her if not fatally. Big risks, big rewards. Most concerning were the final stages of the plan should he be interested in exploring the option with her. The body guards weren't as concerning at present as perhaps they should be but she was a somewhat reckless woman. Hell, she was an entrepreneur.