<div class="floatleft">(http://)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Hira Darksun<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Spit Shine Cantina<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Guys, Wounds and Strain count upwards, not downwards. We're all currently at 0 out of our threshold.<br/><strong>Wounds: 0/13</strong><strong>Strain: 0/13</strong><strong>Status:</strong>Cautious<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Once again, Hira found herself in the precarious position of not having nearly enough credits to survive as much as another week on this planet, at least if she didn't want to live on the streets and dig through the garbage piles for sustenance. And, just like so many times before, a job posting came at<em>just</em>the right time... And by a familiar name, no less. That was worth something, at least - she had been paid adequately last time, without any attempts to swindle her out of a fairly decided share of credits as so many smugglers liked doing with hired help.<br/><br/>Entering the bar a short moment after a woman with her head held high and armor proudly worn, Hira projected the exact opposite appearance - instead of bold and proud, the woman shrouded in a dark grey robe with her hood up looked unassuming, unimportant, and quickly forgotten. After a quick glance with her silver eyes across the room, the young woman made her way towards Sassk and the mercenary talking to him - wordlessly slipping onto the seat to the Trandoshan's left.<strong>"Heard you're hiring again. I could use the creds. Same arrangement as last time, Sassk?"</strong><br/><br/>Speaking to the smuggler, Hira didn't even look at him, instead continuing to keep her face hidden under the hood of her robes.