“ It’s a real party town... the Racing could be fun I guess. So, bets on who needs a ride? Someone on the run from the local Hutt? What’s his name, Jabba?” Hutts pat real well for returning escaped slaves, could get paid twice for the one job! Nah, too risky with these guys around, their transport is more valuable... I hope.

Kaz keeps walking, following Caess and Dex into the cantina, with one last look up and down the street. Inside it’s a dingy run down affair just as weathered as the rest of this ‘town’

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The tavern sits on a culdesac just off the main thoroughfare. It was a long low slung building with tagged metal shingles where it wasn't made of rammed earth and duracrete.

It had two large windows by the door but besides that was bare. A flickering sign in one of the windows declared, w ar pen!

The doorway was shaded with large flaps of bantha hide. It lead to a foyer and an inner set of flapping doors.

The inner swinging door's hinges screech in rusty pain as you part them. Its not hard to tell whose paying attention to you. The whole bar turns to eyeball you as you walk in. Cheesy jizz music muted and distant crackles out of a busted speaker.

The bar is extremely dim. Somone could easily mistake it for closed, the open door a simple mistake of a forgetful owner. There is a layer of sand and grit over everything but the tops of tables and the bar. Everything else, the walls the rugs, the holo-portraits on the walls, the ancient flimisplast advertisements for cheap booze and exotic floozies... All dirty.

Foot prints criss cross the floor showing the last few moments of each patron before they settled into the places you now find them in.

A few worn human faces dot the bar as well as a duros in a flightsuit. Over in a corner an Aqualish in an orange spacer's leather and a disfigured human looking man nurse drinks. A few more figures have their backs to you in a corner table.

The bar is long. Boxes and stock piled up takes up almost half the room, covering up most of a peeling dance floor and blocking the busted holojuke box. Its obvious it was built to service many more customers then it sees now.

Caess scans the room, can't be too careful in a place like this, perhaps he stands there a bit too long watching.

Caess crosses the gap between the entrance and the bar quickly, and approaches the bartender. "What do you have?"

“Make it two of whatever he’s drinking, it’s been a long day”

Kaz eyes the other patrons, lingering on the Duros, who needs a lift? Who’s an imperial? “ Sigh”

The bartender, a rugged looking human missing a finger points at the back of the bar to a handful of bottles all covered in grime... Whatcha want?

(easy perception check with 2 setbacks to read labels or tell what's there)

Kaz points at the least dusty bottle on the shelves, hardly caring what he ends up with so long as it’s stiff and dulls the anxiety.

“ If your regulars haven’t died from that then it will do for us... not many tourists this far out hey? ”

The sideways glances and murmured words of the locals mark Kaz and his companions as obvious strangers

who’s going to remember us when the imps come asking... should we kill them all?

"I'll have a Tatooine Sunburn ." Dex orders. Go big, or go home! He leans back, elbows on the bar, to face Kaz and scan the rest of the dim cantina.

Easy with the eyeballing, there, hotshot.. not all locals are yokels.. The Aqualish and his accomplice could spell trouble.. What about the loner over there with the hood.. headtails, or some seriously big frekkin' hair..

He takes a sip, trying unsuccessfully to be nonchalant about it, and it does indeed burn.

A jawa walks in chirpping at the bartender, interrupting the spectacle of your arrival.

The bartender barks back, I paid you last week, no... I... No... I ran the, oh, **** it! Fine here...

The Jawa dumps a a sack of automated drink dispensers parts and a light fixture on the floor and pushes it against the wall.. Then walks over and snatches the wade of hard creditors from the bartender's outstretched hand.

Your **** thieves with those prices though! You gonna be back next week? Fine tell Zanf he's a prick, and tell his wife that Tanyah will be over later to pick up the kids for the trial runs tonight.

He throws some more glasses of unidentified booze in front of the rest of the group without waiting for their orders.

On special... You'll like it...

He turns and shuffles over to a few locals at the far end of the bar to take their order.

“Gahhhh!!!” Kaz almost spits out the rotten drink, fortunately though he manages to down it all, and then gestures for another

“That’s sure to clean me out right the way through... I’ve drunk better engine coolant! At least I know why it’s called a Sunburn now too” Kaz let’s out a deep sigh and settles in to wait for this supposed pickup.

“ Hope this pickup isn’t too far away, I doubt I could survive a night of drinking here”

The disfigured human(?) yells across the room breaking the bored quiet of the scene.

Hey birdy and friends, your not from here... Where yah headed eh?

"Just passing through. We need to pick something up... and get a drink." Caess says lifting up the drink and taking a sip. Not too much now Caess thought knowing his smaller frame can't handle as much alcohol as his other companions. Caess lets out a slight sound and winces almost imperceptibly as the drink goes down.

Caess looks back up from his drink, "You seem to know your way around, perhaps you could give us some information that would expedite our business."

Fellow seems a bit cocky eh? Thinks we need his money hah ha! My friend here thinks maybe you need to move on... But I'll listen. Go ahead talk....

"So, you see, one of our crew, now former crew, accepted a job without getting all the details. One of which was the name of who we're supposed to pick up the shipment from. Would you happen to know anyone who is expecting someone to come in and pick something up?"

Haha, this guy eh?

He laughs with an evil scowl on his face with the big Aqualish.

Seriously where'd you come from... This is, Tattooine...

He hollars across the bar to another patron.

He needs to be careful around here wandering blind eh?

Then hollars at the bartender, Get him another round of what their having I'll pay.

Cant help you folks... Drink up.

He turns back to his friend and the two start a whispered conversation.

After a moment or two they quickly dip out leaving a pile of hard cred on the small table at which they were sitting. The Aqualish giving you all a hard grimming as he almost tips the tall chair over leaving.

Subtle.. Couldn't get out of here with the news fast enough.. "How much time you figure we have, now?" Dex muses softly.

Dex follows the others back out into the dusty heat of the scorching twin suns, to find them looking about haplessly.. but he catches a glimpse of an orange spacer's jacket disappearing around a corner. "This way," he indicates, following after.

Jailbird and the Desperadoes
Description	Perception
Results	2eA+2eD+2eS : 1 success, 2 threat [2eA=S/S, A] [2eD=Th, F/Th] [2eS=Th, -]

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You turn the corner to follow and you find the Aqualish from the bar, blaster in hand staring you down (short range).

A little farther away (med range), the man who was worth him at the bar is starting up a speeder.

My friend doesn't like you... I'm begaining to think i don't like you either...

He grins, the scarring on his face pulling his skin akwardly taunt.

(Roll iniative? Or talk them down?)

Caess moves in front of Dex "I'm certain that neither of us want this to come to shooting, I think that gentlemen such as your selves would have things that you don't want the Hutts looking into, just as we do. So let's go our separate ways and forget we ever met each other."

Caess finished, hoping they would listen to reason.

The speeder pulls up along side you, the disfigured man yells out, Odd thing to say when your following us...

(make a negotiation check at 3 hard and a setback to respond)

"My friend here sometimes gets overeager, he simply wanted to make sure that you weren't going to do anything to interfere with our business here, and while I have no interest in interfering with your day I would be interested in knowing the same."

Sure friend... Your safe with us! He snickers.

Foot steps approach from behind you. But before you can turn around two things appear at your shoulder the doctors speeder having covered their approach.

A female arm sporting a gamorrean hand reaches out to grab caess's wing, the body missing the top of the head from the nose up. A swiviling optical sensory sits bizarrely perched on the flat durasteel covered surface instead.

The other is also female. "Her" head missing a wide v shape from the cranium. The ears look comical almost appearing to float when you look dead on. It moves with a graceful but monotonous gate.

The Aqualish growls at you.

See... Safe with us. Get in...

The disfigured man says pointing at an approaching speeder.

The speeder pulls up, its door opens before it comes to a halt. Another decrainiated woman drives, hands replaced with industrial droid parts.