<strong>Destiny Pool:</strong>Dark Side: * | Light Side: *<br/><hr/><br/>"Do I even want to know why you weren't picking up before?" came a gruff voice over the commlink. "Ah, whatever. I'll have Bonk get the engines warmed up. Az out."<br/><br/>"Good," Tak said. "Fast and good." His eyes drifted over the Twi'lek once more. He reached into a pocket and counted out the thousand credits for the up-front payment. "I'm paying good money after all."<br/><br/><div align="center">~***~</div><br/>The Kyber Club, believe it or not, the nicer part of this particular spaceport, a gleaming neon beacon at the heart of a maze of run-down storefronts and grimy back alleys. Eyes followed Tiala at every turn, though it was hard to tell who was merely enjoying the view, and who might have more... sinister intentions.<br/><br/>Just as Tiala and her client were reaching the landing platform, a figure emerged from the crowd, standing between them and the blast doors. A towering reptilian individual, he carried a blaster carbine that seemed almost too small for his large hands. "Going sssomewhere, Tak?" the creature hissed.<br/><br/>Tak's features paled, his skin yellowing as the blood left his face. "T-taggi!" he said, nervously. "Hey, yeah... I was just leaving..."<br/><br/>"You owe, Tak," Taggi replied, taking a step forward. The Nautolan took a step back, only to find himself bumping into a pair of rugged-looking Aqualish. Jabbing him in the back with their blaster pistols, they ushered him forward once again.<br/><br/>"Yeah, about that," Tak said. "Listen, I'm in the middle of whipping up another batch right now. Just... give me a little time."<br/><br/>"No time!" hissed Taggi. "Time up. You pay, or we collect." The creature brushed a hand back along its belt, until it rested on the hilt of a wicked-looking knife.<br/><br/>Tak looked over at Tiala, eyes wide with panic."