Shishi chuckled a little at the distressed look on Vics face as it dawned on him there was no drinking until later.

With Vic grumbling as he took care of the Weequays, Kara turned to Melonie "Shall we head to this club to see if we can get contact information for Scoontel Brangan or the Hutt?"

Melonie nods, "If we only have twenty-four hours, we shouldn't waste them waiting for the club to get busy." She reclaims her pistol from the crate and tucks it back in her holster, "Vic, Shishi, we'll be back soon."

Vic stares at the wall. He's smoking a cigar and idly flipping a hard credit chip in the air.

"Frags taken 'em so long."

He throws the chip against the wall In frustration

"Ahh, settle down buddy, they'll be back soon... here hold this for me a moment" Shishi holds out 2 steel plates to the furry rodent "just line up those two holes while I bolt them together... yeah like that"

In the background the three weequay stand against a cold steel wall, hands bound above their heads and feet just barely on tiptoe. The little pit Droid walks back and forward in front of the three, a pistol in each hand. Shishi tried to get it to put them down, it was more likely to shoot itself than anything else the way they where being waved around, but as usual it's response was "My directive is to protect you, I'm protecting you."

***

"Soooo......" Melonie swings her arms awkwardly as she and Kara head for the bar. "Archeology huh? That's neat."

"Yes it is." Kara responded, still partially watching the crowded street, "Is there anything you wanted to know?"

Vic paces back and forth, mirroring ShiShi's droid.

He's bored, it's been a while since he had a drink, and the thrill of earlier is wearing off. He leans against the wall for a while, stares at the floor then tosses his hat on to a crate.

"Fragging frell!"

He spits into a corner and kicks a dusty bunny.

He looks over at their prisoners and his lip twists into a smile.

He grabs a wrench from Shishi and suddenly chucks it full force at "big" Vic.

"Hey! I'm a little bored, so me and yous gonna have a conversation eh? Let's play truth or dare, and I dare you to say dare... Good truth it is. "

He grabs his head and forces it to bend back awkwardly and stares down relishing the grimace he elicits. He gets so close that his nose almost touches the Weequay's.

He presses the Lancer into the prisoner's temple hard enough to scratch his tough skin.

"I want names, it's not just you 3, you fools woulda been done long ago... names... or I'm going to make your friend here scoop out your eyeball with a spoon and feed it to you... "

He motions to Shishi.

"Hey go get a spoon our buddy here looks a little hesitant..."

Shishi returns, looming menacingly over the Ewok's shoulder brandishing a spoon

The Ewok tilts his head and backs away, he stares menacingly, and that laughs maniacaly, stops and cracks his knuckles...

He slams theWeequay's face against the bulkhead, he gets sobs from the three. He chuckles.

"Now, I'm losing patience you little maggots!"

Between sobs, he hears a name sputter out.

"Again! I couldn't frelling hear you!!"

The Weequay manages to get out, "...Luzbow... His name is Luzbow..."

"Good! Shishi loose the spoon, go get our buddy something to drink, poor guy may be parched!"

(Occ shishi if you want to add or change something I'll be glad to edit!)

"You know I could always make him a new eye, don't you? I mean it would only hurt taking the old one out... he would thank us in the end!" Shishi grins, playing along with what he thinks is a ruse.

Vic is quite good at the old Coercion isn't he, I never can quite tell when he is bluffing or not.

"These guys are getting off lightly Vic, you getting weak in your old age? Remember those two Wookiees you shaved back on Krell? Those two thought they had the best of you, boy they were wrong... Tino that Trandoshian didn't mind though."

Shishi drops the wrench he was using back in its case then heads down to the mess room to grab a couple of drinks, some stiff alcohol for him and Vic, a couple of glasses of water for the captives.

Coming back he whistles a little tune, the scrawny creature struggling slightly with the weight of 5 big glasses. "Whiskey for you Vic, Wine for me." He then drags a ladder over and climbs up to place the cups of water into each captives hands... far out of reach of their mouths.

"Cheers boys to a job well done"

"You little shizz sheesh! I didn't know we had booze aboard! Frell! I probably wouldn't have fragged that poor fella up so badly... Ah well, let's toast to these three eh? To a job poorly done!"

"Ahh, yes poor by some, well by others" with a little wink to the Weequay Shishi takes a mouthful of the most watered down swill of a wine he has ever had.

"not bad, not bad at all" he mutters quietly through a grimace, trying hard to keep up the gig, before returning to his decidedly inoperable Droids.

"Um..." the question surprises Melonie, accustomed as she is to guys in bars who are willing to ramble on about their hobbies at the slightest prompting. Especially if it allows theme to brag at the same time. "Well... um... what was your favorite expedition!?"

Kara turned back towards the crowd for a second, favorite expedition was so vague. She finally decided on a response "Well, the most interesting one that I was a member of was a few months back. We found some interesting items on Ryloth, but then the expedition leader handed what hadn't gone to the Empire, over to the Hutts, after he was 'fairly compensated.'" To this day Kara had no idea what fare compensation had been, she suspected that it wasn't above board but there wasn't anything she could do about that now. "If you were asking about my favorite expedition ever, then I would have to think about it for a while, there's so many that accomplished so much." Kara paused for a second then decided that asking a question in return was the right thing to do "How did you decide to go into... what your doing now." she stumbled over the missing words, not quite sure what Melonie actually did.

"Oh, that's easy," Melonie says. "I want to see the whole galaxy! I wanted to have my own ship and crew my whole life. When I was a kid I'd watch the old Captain Locksley holotoons, with his 'merry band of thieves' and his ship, defending the Colonies from the Hutts and the Separatist raiders and I wanted to have adventures like that. I used to run around and pretend that the cubicles of my aunt's office were the black holes of the Maw, and I was a ship having to escape from... well... anyone. Whoever was the villain of the episode. Mostly the Hutts or evil bounty hunters. I guess the idea that an office was to be avoided at all costs got stuck," she jokes.

"Yeah, offices aren't that interesting, I can't imagine working in one." Kara glanced ahead to see how close they were to their destination. Still out of sight, and small talk wasn't something that she was particularly good at.