<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Chapter 1</strong></span></strong><br/>(https://planetdystopia.files.wordpress.com/2013/08/oldcity2.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dregs Cantina<br/><br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Day 146 3 BBY, Late Evening<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open to all<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The twi'lek bartender would take the credits offered for sale's tax as she pocketed it with a nod as the human seemed to continue to snooze, not getting a cut if he wasn't conscious.  She would fill the drink orders made as the one waitress was flagged down and would make deliveries where they were needed, the business that was going on was odd for this time of night but it broke up the slow pace that had been feared.  It was only after many others started to order that she finally nudged the human as he roused slowly and looked around to the display and the twi'lek making drinks.  "Where did all of this come from?"   "Shuddup and get to work Vel."  The twi'lek hissed as her braintails twitched in irritation of actually needing the help, she could have made much better tips but with the orders coming through there was no way she was going to keep up.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://www.christianhogstedt.com/assets/images/_large/0030_160210_ED-SKREIN_CHRISTIAN_HOGSTEDT_031.jpg)</div>The Red Rancors began to look at Shaa Raa's weapons as well as many told him to hold certain pieces for their big payday.  Two even got in a small fight with a gambler down on his luck, the quarren catching a few hard hits before picking himself and running out of the place.  The bartenders couldn't do much as Dregs didn't hold much in the way of security because of their clientele.  A small sigh escaping the twi'lek's lips but nothing more as she poured another drink for a gang member.  The looks the two mandalorians and Kea got from the leader were nothing but a sneer as if numbers were different and his growing confidence because of the deal he might have been more respectful to the three.  A trandoshan wearing red armor and the patch of the red rancor's proudly on his arm would look to Ve'tralla as he snorted through his nostrils.  "Might want to choose a smaller gun, but I will take it."  It didn't seem to matter the reputation that she had as the gang seemed to be exerting itself over the entire place.<br/><br/>A figure entered as it was followed by four large beings that all fancied themselves hired muscle as his steps were slow but moved towards the bar.  His eyes would look to the leader of the Red Rancor's but he didn't approach him yet as he ordered an ale and then would move towards a table.  Those with him instead of going with him would fan out as any professional in the area could see they were setting up a perimeter.  The human leader of the Red Rancors would grab his drink and make his way towards the table as his second, a catharian, would both take seats.  "I hope the night finds you well Delon."  The agent said from where he sat as the gang leader's lips twisted.  "Aren't we going to talk business or are we on a kriffin' date I was unaware of."  He said harshly as the agent across from him merely smiled softly with a curl more so to the left side of his face.  "We both know I don't have all the credits here, so why are you in such a rush?  Unless you already have things picked out for them."  The catharian began to look around the cantina more as he fixed his sharp eyes on others present scrutinizing them as his boss talked.