<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/4NuEpH7.jpg?1)(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/bd/6a/0f/bd6a0fa70e332d76bff951c68fdf39bd--halo-game-halo-cosplay.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br/><strong>Name:</strong> Tyron Bronwell Ordo (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277640.msg13643522#msg13643522)<br/><br/><strong>Species:</strong> Kiffar<br/><br/><strong>Profession:</strong> Bounty Hunter | Fixer | Smuggler<br/><br/><strong>Location|Date:</strong>  Day-146/3BBY[Late Evening\ - Apartment building across from Dreg's Cantina &gt; Dreg's Cantina<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kea, Nealla, Therion, AJ, Shaa Raa</span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Kea had an interesting opening move, but he could immediately see her heart wasn't fully in the game. That meant whatever this thing was, it was big enough to split her focus. "Hmmm. I don't like it when you get bad feelings. It's just like when I get bad feelings...bad things happen shortly after." He made another move, but now was also not in the game. His mind was turning, trying to absorb everything around him. And between his Jedi training, his Mando training on top of that; it honestly wasn't so difficult. Shaa Raa was once again peddling his wares. Some new, some used, most refurbished. Definitely all some manner of illegal. And his current clientele left something to be desired, as the Rancors were the worst kind of trouble; dumb and way too confident in themselves.<br/><br/> However, Shaa Raa could sell Imperial Access Codes to a Grand Moff on his good days. It was fascinating to watch. "You know I got your back though; thick and thin." To accentuate his point, he made little finger guns and went PEW PEW.  And then the door slid open. He didn't turn, but his eyes did. Nealla, he could tell from even a momentary glance, as no two armors were the same. When she came over and took a seat, he nodded at her and returned her greeting with <acronym title="Friend">"Burc'ya,"</acronym> he said in response to his fellow Mando. "Welcome to the party."<br/><br/> Turning back to Kea, he chuckled. "Must be really serious if there's need for both of us. Not that I'm complainin; I love a good scrap as much as any Mando." After Nealla greeted Kea, she counted off the number of Rancor's in the spot. "Three on twelve equals four a piece. Five for me if I get greedy," he said with a grin and a nod toward the server that brought him his drink. He was about to take a sip when his eyes flickered for a moment. He felt a very strong, conflicted Force presence. Therion was here, and...<em>something</em> else.<br/><br/> He couldn't put his finger on it, but it was bad. He kept his senses alert while taking a sip of the ale. When he placed it down, he nodded his head toward the door only slightly just as the Ex-Hand walked in. And then she rattled off the number of forces they had at their disposal, causing him to feel the links between all of them in the Force; with Kea right at the center. "You're stackin' the deck, Kea. Just <em>what</em> did you hear about this thing? Is it similar to, "Rancor's have been talking <em>reeeaall</em> big this past while, and tonight there's a deal that's gonna change who's in charge around here?" <br/><br/>While waiting for an answer, he glanced momentarily at the bodyguards who didn't even bother acting like they were anything but, then over to Ve'tralla; a woman after his own heart. Literally, that one time when she tried to kill him. They didn't interact much, but he respected the hell out of her skills. And just as he thought that, she floored a Trandoshan who was muscling in on her purchase. It wasn't pretty for the lizard, which was saying something considering they were about as strong as Wookiee's, and even meaner. In an instant, she had her new blaster in his face. And when that didn't work due to no power cell, her old blaster.<br/><br/> Then Shaa Raa pulled a ballsy move and forced the issue of letting her and the Trandoshan settle things, or else all his fancy weapons would go boom right in their hands. He could smell his lie; it rippled through the Force like a stone in a pond. He could bluff with the best of them though, that much was for sure. When the Rancor boss met with his contact, again Tyron did a quick sweep of the place, as inconspicious as he could. He gleaned everything he could from a quick glance. "Be careful of that Cathar. He's not the boss, but I can guarantee he could be if he wanted to. He's the number two for a reason, and I can feel he's dangerous."<br/><br/> </span><br/>