<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/30/2d/cf/302dcffc19d179ee81b9705137769425.jpg)<br/>Azza<br/></div></div><em>Azza's</em>was quiet today. An unassuming cafe, its greatest virtues were good caf, clean tables, and a refreshing lack of cantina brawls. The perfect place to sit and peruse a bounty board without interruption.<br/><br/>As always, there were plenty of dirty jobs. Looming debt, petty theft, or—as was increasingly the case—simply speaking one's mind. Those weren't even worth considering. The top contenders on Kanasa Coria's list were:<br/><br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Fenn Nightdiver [7,000 credits]</strong>- an infiltration specialist, possibly working for the Black Sun syndicate. The posting listed her as a suspect in the sabotage of a mining operation on Dinray V.<br/><br/></li><li><strong>Tobee Karz [5,000 credits]</strong> - a Corellian pirate, wanted for robbing a grav-train full of medical supplies.<br/><br/></li><li><strong>Cosigna Jentz [10,000 credits]</strong> - A droid technician, suspected of reprogramming a maintenance droid in an assassination attempt on a planetary governor.<br/></li></ul><br/>The cafe's Nautolan proprietor, Azza, came around Kanasa's table to top up her caf. "I've seen you around here before, haven't I?" she asked.