<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/>Shaa Raa scanned the crowd.   He looked at each individual, trying to figure out their story.  Knowledge was power.  He recognized Chia Luaneth.  She was an occasional customer for spice.  Currently she was relaxing, enjoying her drink and paying close attention to the dancer.  There was no fidgeting.  She wasn't needing anything at the moment.  Unless she'd been using far more than normal, it would be a few days before he'd be seeing her again.  He contemplated sending her a drink but thought better of it.  What would be the point?  There was no reason for them to engage in small talk and there was a possibility, slim though it was, that she would prefer his company to that of a dancer.  What would they say to each other?  Better to leave her alone.<br/><br/>The Zabrak emerging from the back of the club caught his attention, not because of anything he'd done but because of who accompanied him.  It wasn't often that he saw a functioning B-1 battledroid.  He had most of three of them in his parts bins but certainly not enough to to cobble one together.  Perhaps the Zabrak had a stock of parts he'd be willing to part with.  He couldn't tell if the Zabrak was a Dathomirian or an Iridonian, not that it mattered.  The man was clearly not fully comfortable in the bar.  Perhaps he could be lured out into more amenable setting when he could be convinced to potentially sell the droid or some parts or maybe even buy some of Shaa Raa's spare battle droid parts.<br/><br/>He finished his drink, noticed that the owner had overcharged him for it and headed towards the Zabrak.  When he spoke, the vocalizer made his voice was flat and metallic.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">"Excuse me.  I couldn't help but admire your droid.  Now, I'd offer to buy you a drink but I think you'd prefer to talk outside in the freshish air.  I have a number of parts for the B-1 series but not enough to put one together.  If you're in the market for parts or happen to have some you'd like to get rid of, I think we can do business.  I pay cash and I'm willing to take trade in lieu of cash if you're short." </span></span>He showed Zebrin the bag he'd gotten from the bounty hunter, without showing him the contents.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">"My name is Shaa Raa." </span></span>He extended his free hand.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">"Would you care to talk outside?" </span></span>