The desk sergeant scans them and runs their faces through the database, We've got outstanding warrants on both of them, but only a bounty on Dref. 500 credits. He gestures for an officer to process them and then turns back to you, Do you want cash, or an electronic transfer?

Cash please.

Very well. He hands you 500 credits. Thank you for the assist.

Cade gives him a casual salute as they head out the door, Not a problem.

Cade and Falmok head back to the ship..

When they arrived, Falmok went to each of the team to treat their injuries, while Cade opened a bottle of net'ra gal, pouring a small amount into four glasses. He passed them to each of the team sitting at the table, and they relaxed chatting idly, sipping at the ale until one by one each went to bed for much deserved sleep.

In the morning, once everyone has woken up, Falmok administers a stimpack to Kara and Cade, This is the last of them, once we get paid, we need to buy more. A lot more.

Darien pokes his head into the room, Well, you won't have to wait long, I just got a call from our contact, he's arrived at pad 3Mern-19 and is ready for the prisoner transfer and payment.

Kandosii , let's head over.. Cade says, putting on his helmet.

As you approach the designated pad with Tarrk and Quom, you see another Lancer-class, and outside the ship, a Sullustan with a Tipping Point badge on the chest of his trench coat. Beside him are two guards with stun batons.

Darien approached their contact as Cade and Falmok escorted Dax and Quom. Kara followed, carbine at the ready.

Morning, Darien greeted the Sullustan, and handed over the datapads. Dax Tarrk, Quom and a little extra.

He tucks the datapads into his coat, I've been told to give you this, he says, holding up the briefcase he had on the ground beside him, If you want it, of course, he winks at Darien, 20,000 credits, minus the 10% commission, and a 10,000 credit bonus for the others. Minus the 10% commission. Pleasure doing business with you, we'll take the scum off your hands. The client will be very pleased.

Pleasure doing business with you as well. Darien says, taking possession of the case as Cade and Falmok hand over the prisoners.

The guards take the prisoners roughly by the shoulders and herd them inside the ship as the Sullustan turns and follows them.

So, Dar'ika, where to? Kara asked on their way back to the ship.

Well, we just got paid, so... Drinks? We don't have a job yet, so we've got some time to burn, may as well celebrate.

Sounds good to me, Kara said.

Might do some shopping afterward too.. Cade added. Got to get my Blast Knuckles repaired too.

As they walked, Kara consulted her datapad.. Let's see.. Looks like there is one pretty close, just outside of the spaceport, Kraggen's Barrel Ale House . And as a bonus, there's a couple of shops nearby, even a surplus shop.

Excellent, Cade said, Let's go check it out.

Kara lead the way, double checking her datapad as they walked out of the spaceport complex and into the surrounding city. They walked two blocks down the main thoroughfare, passing small shops and stalls that cater to more of the tourist clientele that always seem to surround major spaceports, when they come to a cross street, Kara pointed towards their right. Should be down here.. The farther they got from the main street, the more shops looked like they service more of the locals. Until they reached the bar. Here it is. Kara declared.

As you enter, a booming voice calls out over your head in a voice that sounds like it is half underwater, Welcome to Kraggen's Barrel Ale House! Inside the bar, it is rather brightly lit (comparatively) and fairly noisy with a live band and around 40 or so patrons talking and laughing. A couple people at the bar salute you with their glasses and the bartender, an elderly, portly Quarren calls out Welcome! What kern I git for yer? Bantha Burger special terday!

Kara and Cade look at each other with a "what the..?" look, but shrug and towards the bar. A lot friendlier than the ones we've been to so far, eh ner'vod? Cade called over the noise to Darien.

Kara ordered a round of drinks as Falmok looked around for a table.

Hopefully they stay that way, CADE. He glances at Cade meaningfully, trying to remind of that time... and the other time... and that other time that we don't like to talk about.

There is one empty table near the center of the room, the patrons at that table just left and the busboy, a young Ithorian, was just clearing the dishes.

Falmok waved the others to the table, Kara indicated the table to the bar staff, and joined everyone at the table as they started to place their helmets in the center of the table. Cade picked up the menus and handed them out, then absently glanced through it.

Bantha burgers, nerf steaks, deep-fried gorg, Shawda club samwich, da whole shabang. Says the waiter, an elderly female Quarren. Whatcha what? Everything cooked fresh in-'ouse! Jus' stay offa da Black 'ole pepper, my Kraggen loves da stuff, but jus' 'tween you 'n me, it's a little spicy fer anyun.

Cade gave the blankest look he could manage to the waitress. We're Mandalorians ma'am.. We don't fear spicy food.

Kara playfully swatted his arm, At least not til morning! She laughed.

Cade's stern face cracked into a smile, then into a laugh as the others joined in.

She looks between you, So ya want da Black 'ole pepper. She throws up her hands, Don' say I didn' warn ya! Whatcha want? If ya want da pepper, da club samwich is as good a carrier as any.

Sounds good, I'll take a side of chips as well.. Cade says, looking at Kara. Want to share an appetizer?

Sure, Kara replied, looking through the menu, We'll have an order of the fried meat strips, and I'll have a Burger, with the works and chips.

Darien glances at the menu again, I've always been partial to nerf meat, so I'll take nerf steaks with a side of chips.
Falmok says I'll have the same, rare, if you please.

Comin' raight up! As she turns and waddles back to the kitchen, a Twi'lek woman with the tray of drinks swings by and sets them down at your table.