<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/57/StarWarsSmuggler1.jpg)</div><br/>Sethcor had had enough dealings with unsavory people to know a false smile when he saw one.  The smile that Tara was giving him now was exactly like those he received before he had to make an escape.  It was all about the eyes.  If one could read the eyes, they could read the emotions of the person.  After all, lips were only good for kissing and he once had the misfortune of spending an evening with someone who wasn't even good at that.  But that was another thought for another time, as in he wouldn't think about it if he could.<br/><br/>In any event, he was finally allowed to speak.  She was almost as bad when it came to interrupting as a Hutt and one didn't speak over one of those oversized grubs.  So, as he opened his mouth to explain and cool this woman's jets, as the saying among spacers go, she appeared to be transfixed on something behind him.  That was when she interrupted him again.  If this was going to be a habit, this would be the worst job he'd ever taken.  Then again, the Dewloran Rotfruit he'd agreed to transport to some science facility had left his ship smelling like something had died and become pickled in its own juices for months!<em>That</em>was the worst job he'd ever taken.<br/><br/>But that was neither here nor there.  Tara quickly stated that he was being watched by two armed individuals about fifteen yards behind him.  Sethcor wracked his brain to figure out who on Coruscant would have issues with him.  It couldn't be the Durks.  He'd cleanly cut ties with them when he delivered those Cig-Sticks through the restrictive trade agreements to that gang's boss.  Maybe the Geroles?  But last he heard, they'd been taken out during a crackdown five years ago.  Maybe it was an ex-client?  Yes, that was more likely.<br/><br/>Sethcor gave her a grin and spoke softly, "Act normal, Tara.  Just pretend that you're angry at me or something.  I have a plan."<br/><br/>Whether Tara protested the idea or went along with it, Sethcor raised his arms into the air as if he were exasperated and then brought his hands to his head and acted like he was rubbing his temples in annoyance.  As he did so, his thumb pressed against his ear, initiating a connection with Hector.  He then spoke fast and soft, "Hey, buddy.  Looks like there's a situation.  Our new, temporary guest just spotted two armed people some distance behind me.  Said they're looking at me.  Think you can ring up a report?  I'll give you the description."<br/><br/>As he finished, he looked at Tara and tried to communicate with his eyes that she needs to give him the description of the two so he could tell his ally.  They likely only had a few minutes before the ruse failed or the two got frustrated enough and went on the offense....or whatever they wanted.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/d703cb0b28e0bba4ec4bb34d0a638a28/tumblr_oy8a4nd3kf1tp5jdko1_1280.jpg)</div><br/>The two individuals were humanoid in appearance.  The smaller one was a likely a human female.  Roughly Tara's height, give or take, and perhaps a bit more muscular.  The larger individual was obviously not human.  It was vaguely masculine and had dark grey-green skin.  The obvious feature was the fact that he had four very muscular arms and stood almost a foot taller than the female.  They were both concealing weapons of some kind, so the average person wouldn't notice.  But to people like Sethcor and Darbra, it was quite obvious what they had.  It is impossible to tell exactly what make or model weapons they possessed though.  However, it was easy to tell that it was some kind of small arm, perhaps something like a blade or a stun-baton.<br/><br/>Judging by the way they looked, they were likely mercenaries or the bodyguards of someone unsavory.  They held themselves with confidence and the fact that they were able to stand and not be in the way of the average person walking up and down the street told of their experience.  These two weren't the typical cronies that some random criminal possessed who had more brawn than brain.  The fact that they were blocking off the only entrance to the docking bays on this level also spoke of their planning.  It was quite possible that Sethcor and Darbra could lose them and double around, but it was also likely that they would have thought of that as well.