"Actually, I'm a tracker and spotter for some bounty hunters friends of mine, but when I heard the old gang was getting back together, I quit what I was doing. I tried also to help find Tucker through a guy named Vibroface with Jace, but it turned out to be a dud. How's it going Leto?" Giz squeaks without pause.

While walking in he quickly says, "I parked my speeder truck named Smog nearby if we need it for any reason."

Giz looking around asks, "Where has Re'peek gone?"

HU-1K walks into the room and sees Leto and two strangers, "Statement: hostile meatbags detected, preparing to dispatch with extreme prejudice." HU-1K reaches behind his back for his sword.

"Woah, there, big guy." Jace said, surprised that the droid wasn't able to recognize him from last night. "I was at the Rusty Droid last night with you. You smashed a pilot all kinds of ways in front of me."

"As for Giz," Jace continued, pointing to the Chadra-Fan, "he's an old friend of Leto and I. He's good."

As conversation progressed with Giz, the green HU-1K returns. Somehow identifying threat, the insane droid proceeds to draw its sword, " No, wait!!! The Chadra-Fan is a buddy and you remember Jace from lastnight! See? It's our good friend, Jace... Giz, meet our neighborly friend HU-1K. " he says seeking to calm the jumpy droid.

The further the human examines HU-1K, it appears the droid might of been in a tussle. " What happened to you HU-1K? Is your facial recognition ok or did you suffer any damage? ".

Leto thinks more about Giz's question after that entrance... " HU-1K!!! Where is Re'peek? " he questions harshly. The human begins to look around the place for dangling hooves behind a corner he might of missed. " This frakkin' droid better have not murdered Jex or Re'peek " he thought as the scans the place for bodies.

"Statement: This unit engaged in a mighty fight. Apologies for not recognizing you, my facial recognition systems are currently rendered nearly inoperable, this unit fears this unit's optical systems may take new parts in order to recover." HU-1K says, "Acknowledgement: New ally registered in database. Statement: This unit has not touched the small furry meatbag." He stomps off to look for spare parts.

Re'peek comes wandering into the hideout from one of the second floor windows. He drops onto the walkway and wanders down the side stairwell. He's humming to himself softly, some cantina song about a lusty Wookie, a shipment of small furry animals, and a misunderstanding due to language barrier. "...and so he stuffed them right up his..." he stops as he sees the people, and HU-1K's state. "Holy crap! What happened?!" He glances at the others for clarification. He seems perfectly fine, as if he just came in from a stroll...to find a combat droid in a damaged state in his home.

Leto looks up pleased to see Re'peek alive. Creating a massively fake smile he says through his teeth " HU-1K is having facial recognition issues. Jace just had to reintroduce himself again; I suggest you do the same " motioning his head towards the droid.

Going through the party members mentally, Leto bravely asks HU-1K "Have you seen J-E-X, Jex, the doctor? He was a registered ally too... ". Pausing and taking a deep breath " In regards to this mighty fight, is your memory system able to go more into detail? " he questions trying not think about how many innocents may have been involved.

"Thanks, Emdee ." The ancient medical droid had done what it could. The dispirited Twi'lek had discarded what was left of her ruined stockings, but her makeup is still a mess. Grateful that her cloak, which is generally worn to attract attention, is reversible.. she exits, out into the perpetual gloom of the Nar Shaddaa night. The club muscle assists, in loading the badly injured Trandoshan into a taxi, with less care than she` would have liked. He is stabilized, at least..

Hetaera is not looking forward to him regaining consciousness. She knows she has nothing to fear.. but she is ashamed that her sophomoric attempt to steal the spotlight, had nearly gotten him killed.. S omething about that name.. or title..? and the way he had said it.. Ghrakhowsk.. it made me feel safe.. And yet this mighty warrior, must feel anxious, because of my actions.. No more! This life debt.. must flow both ways!

And she actually means it, at that moment, at least.. But by the time they reach her flat, she is already thinking about the nurse's outfit she is going to put on..

Het sighs. No.. He does not appreciate such things, and I can't make light of this. I need to make this right. Shura will know someone who can patch him up.

She tips the driver the last of her credits, as he helps her settle Usshkr onto a threadbare sofa, and she begins wiping away her ridiculous tear-streaked war paint .

On 3/3/2018 at 7:26 AM, Rabobankrider said:

Meetan would sigh before standing up from where he was crouching. 'Fine' he would say with a pout as he goes to follow Shura. The building had two floors, and these two were responsible for all of the contents for the day. 'You know, when I joined up, I was hoping for some real excitement you know? Proper fights, none of this guard duty rubbish'. He'd pause for a moment before snapping his fingers. 'Oh, I forgot to tell you, we're expecting a visitor dropping off some more datapads. You know that Tucker guy? I think it's him'. Tucker would come by a few times a month, dropping off data for whatever business it was that he worked for. With the flamboyant fashion and gelled hair, he was difficult to forget if nothing else.

Great. Now I have to deal with an ignorant slimepod and his massive superiority complex. Shura thought bitterly. Today of all days, Jontu had to call out. I REALLY hate Jontu.

A familiar landspeeder gravitated into view. A man in a cyan blue, reptilian coat with gray fur trimming parked near the company entrance and stepped out of the vehicle. Underneath, he wore a silver Ileenium silk suit with cyan pinstripes that matched his coat. Heavy amounts of gold jewelry hung around his neck and he wore more gold rings than he had digits on his hands. The man's hair was greased back with an unnecessary amount of hair gel and had flesh the color of cardboard. He smiled and wriggled his eyebrows as if he was the galaxy's #1 pick-up artist.

"Did someone call a courier? Cause I got some goods I can transfer 'round back. Bowchickabowwow. "

"Meetan, if he even comes near me, feel free to shoot him. I'll report it as a speeder drive-by."

"Okay," readying his blaster.

"Whoa, now. No need for violence... Besides, the guys I work for might miss me. Especially my BIG Wookiee wingman , Drooler."

" Awww , don't worry. I'm sure stooges like you are easily replaced," Shura said with mock gentleness, totally ignoring the implied threat. Then her tone turned serious, "now hand over the cargo and get lost. "

"Alright, alright. Geez."

Tucker unloaded the data machines and drove off. As soon as he left, Shura's comlink began to beep.

"Statement: This unit has not seen the meatbag doctor since departing from this establishment." HU-1K pauses as he access the files for tonightss fight, "Statement: This unit engaged and defeated a Trandoshan challnger. This unit sustaained damage in the fight that is all."

On 3/3/2018 at 12:19 PM, Edgehawk said:

Hetaera accepts the rebuke meekly; though she is simmering inside, it is mostly with herself. I did this..

Skilled doctors are in short supply on the smuggler's moon, and this sector, in particular..

Desperate, she calls her only true friend, a mercenary with whom she has only recently become reacquainted: "Shura. It's Hettie. I made a mess of things, and I need a medic for Usshkr. I know you're probably on duty.. Just please send me a link."

After receiving Hettie's message, Shura left work immediately, leaving Meetan alone for guard duty.

Within fifteen minutes, Shura arrived at the apartment on her swoopbike with a doctor in the sidecar. She unlocked the door and entered to find a bloody, reptilian mess on the floor. Shura sighed. It wasn't the first time something like this had happened in the past three months. The doctor she found by chance went to work immediately on Usshkr.

"What happened this time?" Shura calmly asked.

She listened patiently as Hetaera regaled the incident, her eyes red from crying. When she finished, Shura shook her head. She was use to Hettie pulling crazy stunts to liven things up at work, but nothing this hair-brained.

"Hettie... WHAT were you thinking? That droid could have killed you," Shura said out of concern for her friend rather than anger.

She turned to look at Usshkr, still unconscious, but her words remained directed toward Hetaera. "Next time, leave the brawling to the contestants."

14 hours ago, SHADOWGUARD CHAMPION said:

"Statement: This unit has not seen the meatbag doctor since departing from this establishment." HU-1K pauses as he access the files for tonightss fight, "Statement: This unit engaged and defeated a Trandoshan challnger. This unit sustaained damage in the fight that is all."

"...Must have been some fight." Jace remarked. "I'd like to see the guy who did that."

"Anyway, since we're here, anyone get any info about Tucker? Giz and I nearly got ourselves into trouble with another group, but no leads."

" I didn't come across much lastnight other than a Trandoshan who previously did work for the couriers. He was working as security for a Twi'lek entertainer " Leto says. The human tosses the dancer's business card on the table for others to view. " The Trandoshan seemed rather timid when I asked about the courier service. This courier target might be more tough than expected based off his reactions. I'm glad we have Giz now " he says with a smirk.

After a silence that lasted a few minutes Giz smacks his lips slowly then says, "My whole life flashed before my eyes."

Giz laughs trying to shake off the fear, "Eh, our lives are short any way."

Giz then cautiously walks up to HU-1K and asks, "Do you need any help repairing yourself? I have some spare parts in my speeder truck."

Re'peek looks at the card that Leto shows and takes a seat. "Well, on that subject, I did get a bit of a lead on them. They're operating out of the warehouse district, but I couldn't find the specific location. Just some mentions here and there, but it does narrow things down a bit."

“Statement: This unit would give gratitude to you small organic meatbag for the spare parts, this unit appreciates your care for this unit’s wellbeing.” HU-1K says.

Leto nods to Re'peek's favorable courier lead. " Awesome, at least we have a general indicator of where to begin ". His mind ponders little more on how to act with the present information. " Giz, your speeder truck might actually become useful; we've already come across transportation complications " he says, noting progress.

He questions " Hey Re'peek, you wouldn't of happened to acquired any surveillance equipment for reconnaissance? " staring a bunch of crates scattered throughout the building. He thinks " Wow, with a little work and effort this building has tons of potential. Oh great Leto, you're already thinking long-term... Expanding are we? ".

Re'peek glances around the place and shrugs. "I've got my own scanner gogs" He taps one of his pockets, and lifts them out for a quick look. "As far as anything else, I might have some stuff lying around. Most of this stuff was already here when I moved in, it's mostly junk, but you can find some decent stuff mixed in sometimes."

The doctor would move across the room at a relaxed pace to stand before his would be patient. The man was elderly, certainly past the prime of his life. His hair was greying and combed neatly back, and was accompanied by a large bushy moustache that covered his lips almost entirely. He was a soiled lab coat and carried a battered bag which he stored what medical equipment he owned.

The doctor was well known in the sector, mainly due to the story of how he ended up here. Once a moderately successful doctor in the core, a series of botched operations had him struck from the records, loosing his licence. This lead to a rather dramatic downward spiral for the man till he needed up here, fixing up thugs after jobs had gone wrong.

Crouching down he would poke at the Trandoshan's snout lightly as he snaps open his bag with his other hand. 'Well, he's alive' he'd state as he begins to lay out the tools of his trade on a grubby looking towel. 'I'll see what I can do, he's lucky these reptile types can regenerate, or he'd be a goner'. He'd set to work on the most obvious wound, the stabbing he had received. 'What happened, did he walk into a loading droid or something?' he'd say, glancing over his shoulder as he works'.

It took a couple of hours of sub par work, but the patient was stabilized in the end. When Usshkr did stir, he would feel like he had been hit by a truck, or several to be more precise. Still, he was alive, and that's what the doctor was being paid for. 'Welcome back' the doctor would say to Usshkr as he takes a healthy swig for a hip flask he removed from his coat pocket. He'd straighten up to look at Hetaera. 'Well, you friend won't die today, but I would get him checked for infection in a few days, this isn't exactly a sterile environment. Anyway, that'll be 60 credits, or you can open up a tab'.

Meanwhile as the gathering in Ree'Peeks house continued, there'd be a low thud from the bedroom. After a moment a figure would emerge in the doorway yawning, it was Munch. As he walks into the room he would practically jump out of his skin at the sight of the others. Clutching his chest he would stagger back slightly before looking to Ree. 'Man, you nearly scared the life out of me! I thought you were out all day on that job you were planning. What happened?'

Re'peek shrugged. "I got something of a lead, and seeing nothing else to get accomplished, came back."

"Thank you, Shura. And yes- I'll stay out of the bouts.. Still thinking about pitching a female league, though..."

Hetaera strikes a pose, and flexes. She is toned, with a dancer's physique, but certainly not a brawler. "Whattaya think? Heavy Hittin' Hettie ..? That scar's kinda hot, you know. The crowd would love you!"

Shura just shakes her head, but her being here for her tonight, means the world. It is good to have her friend, again.

Turning to the physician, she gives him her card.

"And thank you , too, of course, Doctor. I believe I will start a tab."

And now, for the hard part..

"I am sorry, Usshkr.. Truly sorry, to have put you in this situation.. I did not expect to be taken seriously.."

It is hard, but she finally glances up from the floor, to meet the disappointment in his gaze.

" It sseemsss I owe you another debt." Usshkr would say to the troubled looking girl before him, as she would speak to protest he puts a claw over her lips, " Twice you sssaved me from a death in disssgracce, I thank you." He would turn to gaze at Shura, " Sssomeone at one of the Clubsss Hetaera worksss at wasss looking into the Couriersss, He looked liked a better looking Tucker without the ridiculousssly colored hair. Careful Tucker doesn't try sssomething funny I feel he might be making a move, what I don't know." Usshkr starts to pull himself up wincing at the pain in his left arm broken this time not removed from his body.

Jace said, "Nearly grabbed a barrel of trouble, but I also have no leads. At least we got a driver."

"I'm looking for some information about some one called Tucker. I want to know his connections, who he runs for and if he's in league with some one big or not."

One of the strangers at the table Jex had approached would cough, and the group would push themselves out of their seat, dissolving into the crowd. This only left the man who had spoken. 'Well, I guess it's me who'll be helping today' he'd say in a resigned voice. He would reach under the table to produce a data pad. This one however had been heavily modified with all sorts of outlandish tech cobbled together. It was more of a hand held computer terminal than anything else. 'You know my services aren't cheap right?' he'd say without looking up from the screen. He'd tap furiously at it, blue light shining of his face as page after page of data fly past too fast to read. 'If you haven't got cash, but have some kind of skill, you can pay with a favour mind you'.

It would take the man less than five minutes to find what he was looking for. With a grunt of triumph he would stop in his tapping He would hold out the datapad for Jex to look at before pulling it back at the last second. '500 credits. Either that or you owe me. You're pall is pretty low key, virtually no digital footprint at all'.