<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/11/KnaveofHearts.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:<strong>Knave of Hearts</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Sa1LhfM0YDv3PrCHu3q8l6vDCNrNLA75rIcMRgHFPTo/edit)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Tava City, the Hoop Barn<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: Day 3, Late Afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: A pair of chocolate brown trousers, a matching skimpy wrap-top in dancing girl style beneath a crop jacket.  Her bandoleer was slung across her hips like a belt, with a heavy blaster suspended from it in a hip holster and a stun baton through a ring.<br/><strong>Important Equipment:</strong>Dagger, Heavy Blaster and Stun Baton (Obvious).  Holdout blaster (Concealed)  Bandoleer and Data Pad, Basic.<br/><hr/><br/>Knave squeezed Anya's hand and walked close to the captain with a relaxed intimacy as they approached thier contact.  Where the captain stayed conspiciously tense and in a hurry to get out of the public eye--a thing bound to draw suspcions sooner or later if she made a habit of it--Knave settled into a chair next t their contact.  Resting her palms on the table, she looked the man in the eyes and smiled, "it's nice to meet you, Mr. Konnar.  Please call me Knave."<br/><br/>A few moment's—and a few pretzels--later, the soft violet girl turned the charming power of her dimples back on Anya.  “Oh, really, Captain, don't be so impatient.  Take a load off.”<br/><br/>She waved to the droid behind the bar, “TINA, right?  A gyro each for myself and my friends.  I'll have a beer, .  Get my captain a virgin bloody marry and Kylen a diet cola with a citrus tiwst.”<br/><br/>She looked up at  Anya and gestured that the captain should sit across from them.<br/><br/>“The impies didn’t give us any trouble per say, but they certainly did feel the need to put on a show.  They must have paraded a dozen storm troopers on board our ship just to check our licenses.  Do they hassle everyone like that?  Or just, well,”s he waved a hand around the room, “Everyone who isn’t a 97% match to what they see when they look in the mirror?”<br/><br/>The meal Knave had ordered them was a flat bread wrap with meat and vegetables—very tasty and something they could pick up and walk away with when the time was right.  Awhile, though, the captain's impatience was  missing out on a chance to establish their cover.