<div class="floatleft">(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/274/7/3/red_twi__lek_by_iiriva-d5gfwgv.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Anya Idrall<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Lucky Magpie<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: Day 3, late afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Everyone<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Black headdress, front tied black top, black panties, single fingerless glove, flight suit with the top half unzipped and sleeves tied around the waist<br/><strong>Important Equipment:</strong>Utility belt with stuff, datapad, pistol in holster<br/><hr/><br/>Oblivious that the younger twi'lek was trying to set her up on a date, Anya considered the ideas so far before throwing her own two creds into the hat.<br/>"Maybe we don't want to go to the contact straight away? The authorities might still keep an eye on us to see if we cause trouble or not. Might be best to play it casual and only head to a spaceport cantina first, ask around for business, local buyers and the market then follow up from there, eventually getting to our man? Unless it's a direct delivery order on the documentation of course."<br/><br/>"Sniffing around wouldn't be a waste of time either, as setting up a trading business in the system or the sector can be a good cover for moving about. You can only patrol a system so many times before the authorities stop believing you're sightseeing or enjoying their planetside cuisine, and if there are any other spacers about we could get some information out of them, though it may cost some credits, or worse, favors. Maybe we'd find out who rides that butt-ugly Paleos?"