<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>Hira, Melva, Ilar’Ven, Asosa, any eaves droppers on their conversation<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>So many familiar faces. Perception roll results: 1 failure, 1 advantage.<br/><strong>Status:</strong>confident<br/><hr/><br/>Sassk tensed up a bit as Hira appeared to get nervous. Was someone watching them? Maybe he should drink a little less and pay a little more attention. Keeping his eyes and ears peeled for ill intent Sassk tried to appear and remain calm.<strong>”Not in particular, but you know how Kalor is. He’s got a friend in every port, and twice as many enemies...”</strong>He scanned the room but saw no one suspicious. However he was aware of some sort of presence like Hira had said. With a low growl Sassk pulled the large vibro-axe from his back and propped it against the bar, one clawed hand resting on it to use it at a moment’s notice.<br/><br/>He was then pleasantly surprised as yet another familiar face walked into the cantina. It was from a long time ago for sure, but Sassk could not forget the diminutive twi’lek slave. Though seeing no collar on him, nor his zabrak mistress anywhere around but instead a togruta girl trailing behind him, the trandoshan figured the man’s position in life must have improved. Either by escape or a surprising act of compassion Ilar’Ven appeared to be a free man now. He even carried a blaster on his hip, something no smart slave holder would allow.<strong>”Well, it looks like we’re getting the band back together. Ilar’Ven, you are the last being I expected to see here.</strong>he said with a pleased tone. As the Twi’lek approached Sassk reached out one of his massive clawed hands and placed it on the young man’s shoulder.<strong>”I’ll think about your offer, but I ain’t in need of no massages.”</strong>The towering figure then bent low to whisper in Ilar’Ven’s ear,<strong>”Least not in public. Once we’re alone on the ship then we can talk...”</strong><br/><br/>Sassk then stood back up and surveyed the group before him. A former slave who was good with his hands, a tough as nails looking merc, a reliable fighter and jack of all trades, and a mystery girl who looked quick on her feet at least. Not a bad assortment. They’d probably do as the motley crew they needed for this job.<strong>”Alright then,”</strong>he said in his gravely voice.<strong>”Unless there are any other low life’s lurkin’ around here that wish to join us, I’d say we all make our way towards the space port. With any luck the captain hasn’t fried himself working on the ship and we can get this show on the road.”</strong>Sassk looked around the cantina one more time, as he holstered the vibro-axe onto his back again. He wondered if any other sentient beings wished to join them on their adventure before departing.