<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Zuilia hadn’t plan on doing anything but get a room and now she was feeling a need to watch the guy whose ship was stolen. “Hey you two are you up to a little fun?” She turned her gaze to her companions and smiled evil like with a slight smirk to show the fun in mind to come.</span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"> </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">“It’s apparent whatever that guy was carrying is more important to the guard then the Captain himself. They want that ship as did the one who took it. So, I figure we can sit around here and indulge ourselves in the drink and money to be had or we set ourselves up for fun, fun, fun. Besides I am interest in what the hype is all about. Aren’t you two curious enough to want to know?” </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"> </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">She felt another force present and that was harder to detect as if purposely masked from Jedi alike. She couldn’t ignore that fact and built up her companion’s interest in the journey. Why should she be interested in the cargo she hadn’t a clue herself and she was sure the captain of the ship wasn’t just going to tell her. The bar maid came near that Zuilia spoke in the language of the maid asking for another protein drink and then added with a plunk of shimmering sun…..a cube of alcohol she often helped herself to having…..it wouldn’t affect her…much but then again she hadn’t drank it’s like in sometime…since her studies. </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"> </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Giving a whistle in three different notes brought in a mechanical owl called Nee Nee. </span>