<div class="floatleft">(http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m281/owl_mage/Space Fleet/Trandoshan.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sassk<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Spit Shine Cantina<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Lwta get this show on the road<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Confident<br/><hr/><br/>As Sassk took the cantina in one last time to see if they’d be lucky enough to pick up a few more desperate she wasn’t disappointed. An interesting looking human girl approached them from the dance floor. Absently Sassk wondered if she had been the one they’d felt spying on them. No way someone that close to that damn music bot could have ‘happened’ to overhear their conversations unless they were trying to. But the trandoshan would let it slide. If anything it spoke to her abilities, being able to hang back and gather intel like that, she could prove to be very useful.<strong>”An experienced spacer huh? Alright, we could use another body. The name’s Sassk, just tag along with the others and don’t fall behind.”</strong><br/><br/>And just as soon as that conversation had ended another young woman appeared, this one a miralian.<em>”Great, a crew full of girls. Won’t the captain be happy...”</em>he though to himself. Not that he had anything against them. He mostly just wondered if the captain would end up with the harem he dreamed of or getting the horns slapped off his thick skull. He figured with this lot more likely the latter, but it’d be fun to watch at least. Raising a scaled eye brow at the bow and formal introduction Sassk simple looked down at the green faced girl with a blank stare.<strong>”...You ain’t worked with smugglers much have you kid? No need to be so formal, it makes you stick out like a sore thumb. As for joining, if Ilar her is willin’ to vouch for you then you’re welcome aboard. We could use a good mechanic. Especially if your motto ain’t ‘Slap some bonding tape on it and get back to it later’.”</strong>he said with a dry laugh. With this latest addition that made six people, exactly as many as the captain wanted. Not one to look a gift bantha in the mouth Sassk motioned for the motley crew to follow him to the space port.<strong>”Alright crew, lets make our way to the space port. It’s time to introduce y’all to the captain.”</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>As the group walked out into the open of Raider’s Cove spaceport all kinds of ships could be seen. Freighters, fighters, transports, personal yachts, all varying in size and upkeep. The trandoshan led the group to the farthest edge of the landing area to behold a red YT-2400 light freighter, the Scarlet Mistress (http://i.imgur.com/PWXYTV0.jpg). On the cockpit arm that was facing them was the painting of a large female zabrak corsair, thigh high boots, skimpy skirt and captain’s coat, large bust, and a feathered tricorn on her head. Sassk stopped at the ramp up to the ship and called up,<strong>”Oy, Kalor! I’m back with the new blood!”</strong>The shout was followed by a loud clang and an equally as loud cursing in zabraki.