~=The crowd thinned around her as she spoke, more then likely because of how ridiculous she must have looked. Afterall it was incredibly difficult to make a dramatic and serious sounding request when she had the imposing nature which rivaled that of a sleeping bantha. She scrunched her forehead, wondering exactly what happened... she had otherwise hidden herself in the Force. She should not have any sort of an imposing aura around her or anything to suggest her true identity albeit the lightsaber she has clipped at the back of her belt which would have been hidden from plain view beneath her roquillerre.=~

~=Something did not feel right. She felt strangely uneasy, a feeling that she rarely feels. Suddenly she blinked as she reached back to check on her lightsaber. She sighed in relief as she felt its smooth pommel in her hand. 'Wait a second....' She felt around for a little bit before she felt the blood rush to her face. She quickly pulled her roquillerre tightly around her to hide her apparent indecency in public. No wonder the pilot seemed stunned to see her in the vessel dressed as she was.=~

"Hey lady are you just that stupid or are you not wanting to keep your live very long doing something like to hire someone to take you....by the way I have shipp...Sara Darklight at your serive..."

"Huh?" she looked around inquisitively as she hopped off of the chair.

"Y-yes... I... um.." she began, all the while continuing to turn even deeper shades of red "I need to get to Korriban. We must leave immediately. The ride will be dangerous, there's a war on the surface and in the sky. But I will make the trip worth your while."

=Sara=


Well, can I uhmm make a request before I take you to my ship that you find some more clothes to put on that trick I didn't not going to work all the time most of those scum in here are simple minding fools but then there some that aren't are very dangerous

*As she let herself take off her cape that she had on handing it to the woman smiling*

Here is a where my ship is dock what you say met me there about half a hour..Then you can feel me in what we are doing but if you say there a war then the price is going up for that...you have a problem with that...Miss

~=She looked around nervously, there were far too many prying eyes on her for this to be "normal". She grabbed the cloak and draped it around her as well.=~

"Alright, let's go then." she smiled happily as she blindly reached out from the cloak to grab Sara's arm.

~=What a facade; this empty, smiling, simple minded shell that she must project to "fit in" with these whores and low lives. She longed to leave this den of sin. The air was wrank with the odour of perspiration and vomit. The collection of all these bodies gathered in one spot made the room feel smaller, tighter... suffocating in its own wretched filth. The voices spun around her, it was as if she was being dragged into their world... drowning in their simple lives with its trivialities and emotional weaknesses. They were all unworthy. The longer she remained her the more she had to focus fighting back her desires to kill everything. The battle ahead would be a long one and to use her energy to dispose of these unmentionables would be a waste of time. She left the cantina holding onto Sara's arm whether she liked it or not, knowing that if she let go her first inclination would be to hit something.=~

=Sara=


*Sara's eyes looking aorund the room again as she could see that there was those face that was disappointed in not finding what they thought was on the bar. Now looking at something else to keep their minds busy. Smirking what scums in here so simple minded that she could easy get them to eat out of her hands have some fun with them but not tonight. She could have her find later. Righting now she had a job and credits to make lots of them. The thought of credits make her grin. It was when she felt the hand on her arm that got her to stop dead in her tracks. Looking at the miss. Forcing a smile on her face now. She was biting her tongue now. As she made their way out into the street that would lend them down to where her ship was docked. Getting to her ship she let the ramp down. Showing her to her room on this little trip that as she got the ship ready to take off after she when through all the check list. As she open the comm link*

:: We are about ready to take off place come up and get buckled please Ma'am. ::

*The comm link when dead then she sigh going back so they could take off sooner she knocked at her door letting her take her arm again she lend her up to the cockpit. Before she sat back down letting her fingers do the talked and the ship came to life. Taken off to enter hyperspace.*

*The sleek hull of the Seraphim glides low over the towering buildings of Zalxuc as it angles towards the imposing structure of the VSE tower where Az had been informed Shazza would be waiting for him.
As the ship makes its final approach a holo projection appears on the com system. A tall man in the VSE green and gold makes a low bow towards Az and notifies him that his private hangar is now prepped and that the lady Shazza is waiting for him in her offices.
Az thanks the man curtly before the projection crackles and vanishes.

Minutes later the Seraphim lands gently on a docking pad in a secluded part of the compound and Az swings his legs over the pilots seat, collecting his saber as he does so, before moving to the landing ramp.
He is met at the platform by a contingent of the CWAK legion, Shazza's guard, and 10 YVH-1s. He could feel the tension in the two Noghri at his back as Fukh and Sukh snarl at the armed men who stand rigidly erect, weapons held high in salute as Az struts past.
As he clears the rows of men he is met by a liveried servant who nervously mutters something about Shazza waiting for him and there being refreshments should he require. That was met be a hoarse laugh as Az snatches a cold coopers from a proffered tray and guzzles it down quickly as he saunters off towards Shazzas rooms.

For some reason the common soldiery and servants always expected him to unleash horror whenever he appeared. He believed they thought that Shazza not meeting him in person would somehow be enough to drive him into unbridled fury. Few knew the close friendship he had with his ranking officers, he liked it that way.

Striding into the first turbo lift he quickly erected a field of force energy as soon as the two Noghri where through. Two pompous servants bounced off the invisible wall before the others caught on.
The doors slid shut with a stttshhhh and the lift sped up towards the third highest level and Shazzas chambers. She met him at the doors with a warm hug and a cold beer before ushering him into a well furnished room where they sat and discussed recent events, particularly concentrating on the developments over Manaan and the unusually high amount of traffic onto Thyferra by unknown travelers.*

=Shazza=
Perhaps it is nothing Az, but there is too many new faces here lately.
Reports from our security network suggest that at least some may be force users, though nothing in their behaviour has suggested whether they may be Jedi spies.
What do you suggest we do?

=Az=
Perhaps it's best if you leave the newcomers to us lass. No point in causing trouble or bringing unwanted attention.

*Hours of idle chat passed and much booze was consumed before Az put Shazza to bed and headed for his temple.*