<div class="floatright">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AWH-9nLgrTs/Scg0d6tiVOI/AAAAAAAAETg/hrEKvFFQ5x0/s400/MaximoMorone_13.jpg)</div>Izar, or as he friends called him Zap, smiled broadly as he closed the com. Broad enough to add dimples at the his chartreuse skin along the edges of his slim slotted mouth. "Time to go Delta. Bosses just called looks like they got a assignment for us." he said rising from the plas-steel chair he'd been lounging in. The Clawdite shook himself and stretched like a Wookie coming out of the rain or a like a drunk man trying to suddenly sober himself to fight off an attacker. This action, in the case of the alien however served a different purpose, for as the motion moved through the creatures body his skin grew tan and fleshy, hair sprouted from a bald plate, and muscles formed and tightened into places were they had not been visible before. A small sigh escaped Zap as the transformation form Clawdite to Human completed itself. Gone now was the bright skin and strange fire ringed yellow eyes. In their place cool browns looked out of a slightly scruffy and roguish face. The face of a Smuggler or Space Pirate perhaps but defiantly<em>not</em>the face of the naive and mischievous boy turned Rebel Scout, and that was just how the shifter liked it. Giving himself a once over in the mirror, Zap adjusted the holster on his hip, so he could be certain it was ready at a moments notice; Straighted his collar, picked up his bag and step up to the rooms blast door. " You coming buddy?!" he asked his usually raspy voice now filled with the slightest of fringe world accents and a deep broad rumble.<br/><br/>The walk from the dive Hotel they'd taken rooms in for the duration of there stay on Volik was a short but muggy one, with the high humidity in the wild planets air. Zap Loved planets like this they made shifting so much easier on him. As they walked side by side Zap clicked and whistled away. To the casual observer he might be making nervous noise or trying to carry a tune he only half remembered but to the droid it was a simple message spoken in his native tongue of Binary.<em><strong>*Let me do most the talking D, I'd rather these guys think your a simple attack droid with a nice paint job and not a major infantry vet, if we can help it. No reason to put all our cards on the table on our first real assignment, right?"</strong></em>Zap smirked lopsidedly as he said, or rather hummed, the last bit. The duo watched the appointed building from the shade of an alley, as two other men arrived. One with long white hair and the other shaved so close to his scalp, as to make them barely distinguishable as to where hair began and skin ended. Might as well go join the party Zap said after it became apparent that no one else was showing up. They two partners entered one after the other, Zap striding in with the swagger of youth and cocky confidence that always marks the last man into a room and took a seat in the far back corner. The perfect place to watch both the door and his new "companions." " So...When do the Strippers show up?" He asked the long haired human in front of him, catching the mans eye.