<div class="floatleft">(https://img00.deviantart.net/7635/i/2013/098/4/9/unn__twi_lek_by_mavrosh-d60wg2w.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Ilar'Ven<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Spit Shine Cantina<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All, open<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>With a Togruta at his heels<br/><strong>Wounds: 11/11</strong><strong>Strain: 13/14</strong><strong>Status:</strong>Cautiously optomistic<br/><br/><strong>"Ilar<em>'Ven</em>,"</strong>The Twei'lek said, although he was fairly certain that nobody was going to listen to him.  They never did.  It was sheer habit that made him do it.  He had no real attachment to the name but it was one of the few things he'd ever had any control over.<br/><br/>He was pleased that Laeli was one of the new crew members hired. He felt obligated to her because of what his Mistress had forced him to do to her.  He'd hopefully be able to apologize.<br/><br/>He felt a shudder of apprehension when he saw the Scarlet Mistress.  His own Mistress would have called herself that, had it not already been the name of the ship.  He saw her face in the nose art of the ship, even if she hadn't looked anything like the model they'd used.<br/><br/>The moment of apprehension was brief however, ending when he saw Kalor.  Zabrak that he was, he was nothing like the woman who had literally owned Ilar'Ven for as long as he could remember.  He smiled.<strong>"You should maybe let me teach you to do that bow properly,"</strong>he said.<strong>"If you'd done that to a Dug, you'd have just surrendered your ship."</strong>He was kidding of course.  He could joke with Kalor like that, something he'd never have dared to do with his Mistress.<br/><br/><strong>"Ilar’Ven! What in the blazes are you doing out here? How is Mistress Vesari? It has been some time since our last... business deal.”</strong>he said the last part in a sultry and playful voice, memories bubbling up to the surface as he grinned.<br/><br/>Any grin on Ilar'Ven's face disappeared.<strong>"She got into a dispute with Gaburabu the Hutt,"</strong>he answered.<strong>"He wanted me to be given to him as a tribute.  You know Mistress Vesari.  Nobody tells her what to do.  So, she refused.  It pretty much turned into all out war."</strong>He tapped the blaster at his hip.<strong>"She gave me this after the second abduction attempt.  In the end, she freed me, rather than allowing Gaburabu to claim me as spoils.  Last I saw, she was trying to gather a few allies for a final assault on Gaburabu's palace, in retaliation for his firebombing her villa.  I wasn't going to take any chances on a Hutt's willingness to respect an emancipation declaration, so I talked my way onto a freighter and kept the captain warm and happy for the duration of the trip.  I'm sure you remember Asosa.  I know you've seen her dance.  I found her wandering in the wreckage and figured she'd have a better chance with me, even as a runaway slave, than she would on Nar Shadaa.  I doubt there is anyone alive to notice that she's missing."</strong><br/><br/>Telling Kalor he was a freed slave was one thing.  Telling him Asosa was a runaway slave was quite another.  As a smuggler, he'd broken his share of laws.  If he happened to have any debts to the slavers guild Ilar'Ven had just handed him a get out of debt free card, with Asosa's name on it.  Then again, Kalor was in a unique position to help.  After all, if he could manufacture false manifests to cover illicit cargo, getting fake emancipation documents would be child's play.<br/><br/>And of course it let him know that he had a runaway slave on board, something that might be problematic, if they encountered any overly officious customs officials.  Harbouring a runaway was almost as illegal as being one.