<div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j58/hellrazoromega1/frontupload_zpslsf7v1hy.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:<strong>Kylen Jan-Tharsis</strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=272710)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Tava City, the Hoop Barn.<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: Day 3, Late afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Everyone<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: A simple but functional coverall in deep grays and greens, covered in an all-temperature cloak<br/><strong>Important Equipment:</strong>A medkit backpack and a blaster in a holster so new and unused it squeaks. (Her lightsaber is concealed behind her back under her cloak).<br/><hr/>Kylen watched the room looking for any signs of potential trouble, letting the captain handle her business. Only on occasion do she glance over to the man across from Anya. One thing that could be counted on in any society no matter how free or oppressive was the criminal element. In fact oddly enough, the more free or oppressive a society was the more criminals seemed to thrive. The Republic had allowed each system or set of systems a wide latitude to govern their own affairs, the Empire on the other hand, was not so magnanimous.  Yet in both cases smugglers and pirates seemed to take it all in stride. Of course that did not mean that this transaction fit that bill, but Kylen wondered how many went on here each day which did fall into the category of illicit commerce.