As the group approaches the bank, they see the standard complement of security guards, but these are more heavily armed than most bank security guards, each carrying a pair of stun grenades as well as a heavy blaster pistol. Clearly meant to be capable of defending the bank, not just guarding it.

Once they enter and establish Maya's "identity", they are ushered inside and seated in a private office to await the bank's representative. He comes shortly, closing the door behind himself. He is a tall Chagrian, and he looks irritated. "So, which outfit are you with? It is rather late you know. I was getting ready to head out."

Maya made sure to have a mildly rude attitude, and continuously make impatient motions. Glancing at the time, tapping her foot, crossing her arms whenever someone's words dragged on for more then a a few seconds. Once the alias she'd given them had been cleared, all that was left to do was meet with the representative, present the correct passcode, and in theory she'd be able to withdraw the credits.

" Then I won't waste your time. You have the account number. I need to clear it. " Better to keep the small talk down as much as possible. The more she said, the more likely the Chagrian might be to realize something was off.

"Well I'm afraid that is a bit of an issue." The Chagrian keeps his tone measured and speaks clearly and deliberately, though he is clearly irritated by the impatience of "Tyra Bryn", "You are requesting three hundred thousand credits in cash on short notice, and I'm afraid that Jabba's representative is not here. You will have to come back tomorrow. Sometime earlier in the day. If you wish, I can arrange an appointment."

Maya looked from side to side, doing her best to seem as annoyed as possible, before slamming her fist on the table. “ I may not have until tomorrow! ” She took a deep breath and calmed herself, straightening the color on her jacket for a moment. “ Can you call your representative? ”

"No. You will have to wait, unless you can give me a very good reason to convince the representative to inconvenience himself. However, I can help you prepare your case so that it goes much faster when he is available. Is that agreeable to you?"

" I. . . look I'm sorry, but you have to understand. Let me be crystal clear. Our base was attacked. We were making a deal with the Death Watch. Comms got jammed, and next thing I hear the whole base has been blown to ****, and there's no word of any survivors. Call me superstitious if you want, but I don't believe in coincidences. Word is that there's some Mandalorians that touched down in port today. Maybe it isn't the same group, and maybe they aren't Death Watch, but if they're here to tie up loose ends, I need to get out of here soon, and my boss will have my head if I leave the funds here tied up on Ord Mantell when it isn't safe for us to step foot on the planet right now. "

The Chagrian sighs, "I don't want to get on the bad side of the representative, he holds the purse strings, but if it is as serious as you say it is... Here. I can tell you where he is likely to be, and you can talk to him yourself. I can't guarantee that he will be there, but he often frequents the 'Throw Me a Bone' casino on Century Lane." the Chagrian says with some distaste. "You may be able to find him there. Otherwise you can check at the Hotel Grand, but he is unlikely to accept visitors he hasn't... requisitioned himself." He then gives you a detailed description and a name: Valek Signa.

Maya nodded her head and stood, offering a hand. “ Thank you. Any chance is better then nothing. I’ll make sure not to mention who sent me his way .”

"Thank you." He bows his head slightly and shakes Maya's hand, then turns and leaves the room.

Maya waited until the three of them were a ways away from the bank, and headed in the direction of the casino before she started to speak up. Best to make sure they were out of range of anything that might record their voice in the security systems of the bank.

“ Well, that poses a few problems, ” she said with a sigh, considering their options.

"You think?" Ge'tal exclaims sarcastically.

"Osik." Darien let out a long sigh and shook his head. "We should find out more before we make a decision either way. You've got the lead on this, Maysh'la. How do you want to handle it?"

" For now, we need to head towards that Casino. I'm not sure it's worth it to confront him since we didn't have the full picture. If the bank belongs to Jabba, and not Gorka, that may not be worth the risk. . . unless. . . I'll give it some thought. But yeah, Casino. On the off chance we're being followed. "

You enter the casino without incident, and upon giving a description, the bouncer rolls his eyes dramatically and directs you to the main room of the casino. Before you even enter the room, you can hear the loud, pumping music emanating from within. As you enter and the music becomes louder, you see that the room is rather dimly lit with red, blue, green, and purple strobe lights piercing through a light haze of smoke. At the end of the room is a stage with a Twi’lek exotic dancer performing for the guests, of which there are a few dozen scattered throughout the room, ranging from Arcona to Zygerrians and even a couple off-duty clone troopers.

You quickly spot Valek Signa, clad in gaudy finery and lounging in a chair at one of the gambling tables with a scantily clad Twi’lek woman and an even more scantily clad Mirialan woman fawning over him.

As you get closer, you observe that he is smoking a cigarra that gives off the distinctive odor of Marcan herb.

Darien's face starts to twist into a sneer at the sights before he remembers that he isn't wearing his helmet, and tries to resume a straight face.

Maya let's out a small sigh, glancing around the casino after noticing Valek. If it hadn't been so simple, they might've been able to step away without too much of a hassle. She'd been pondering over the idea of stealing from Jabba the Hutt, and a plan was starting to come together of what they might be able to accomplish, although she didn't expect any of them would like it. Killing Gorka would probably be easier, although she had to admit now that she realized it was just the Hutt's account and not the entire bank had made the concept of robbing it far less appealing. There was something to be said about how reckless she was willing it be when it came to anything with ties to the Death Watch. The more reflection she had, the more she thought that Vaerk was right about the need for her to start playing things a bit safer. Especially since it wasn't just her head on the line now if she screwed up. The others had been ready enough to accept her suggestions before, but perhaps robbing Jabba would be pushing things a bit too far.

" Well, since he's there, I suppose it can't hurt to try, " she mumbled to Darien and Ge'tal, heading towards the table that the Twi'lek was gambling at.

Here goes nothing.

When Maysh’la approaches, he notices her presence and glances in her direction, then he shifts in his chair to leer at her, giving her a long look up and down as he lets out a low whistle, “Now who are you?” He asked, his voice low and raspy. He is clearly intoxicated, but appears to have done pretty well, as he has a decent stack of chips stacked in front of him. He looks back to Ge’tal and Darien, “Is one of them yours?” He asked Darien. Darien can feel his face getting hot, but he isn’t sure how much of that is anger or embarrassment. Haran I miss my armor. He thought to himself. Well, at least Cade isn't here to "enlighten" him. That could be an issue.

" Actually, they are mine , " Maya said calmly, putting on a small smirk as she slid into one of the chairs across from Valek. If the Twi'lek wasn't faking that intoxication, she might be able to manipulate things to her advantage. Assuming Darien or Ge'tal didn't decide to kill the drunken idiot. She'd had schooling on handling individuals that were. . . less then courteous . " What are the wagers? Deal me in. "

The dealer, a hefty Besalisk, says "Starting wager's 100 credits." He exchanges the proper number of chips for her credits, then deals her in. The other player is a Devaronian who looks rather down on his luck.

Maya tosses her chips in for the starting wager, making certain to keep a hand underneath the table at all times. She wasn't particularly good at Sabacc, but cheating on the other hand wasn't too difficult. Getting a good hand when the values on the cards were shifting was more a simple matter of sending a simple signal to change the values at the right time. That was of course, assuming you weren't caught. Best to save the proverbial 23 up her sleeve for when she actually needed it. If that time ever came. " Name's Tyra. And you. . . you are Valek Signa. "

"So you've heard of me?" He says, clearly quite pleased. The Devaronian huffs in disgust, tossing his cards into the middle of the table and walking away. "I believe I've won this hand..." he says, looking even more pleased as he lays his cards out on the table.

Maya slides him her chips as the Twi'lek wins the hand, frowning a bit. She'd barely paid attention to the cards at all, and now she wasn't even certain if he had been bluffing or not. " I have. In fact, I came here looking for you. " Maya put up another 100 credits worth of chips, actually taking the time to look at the cards this time. Without the Devaronian present it would be a bit harder to keep a hold of credits, based on the pile of chips implication of the Twi'lek's skills.

Signa puts an arm around the Mirialan, and smiles broadly at Maya as he looks at his cards. "And what brings you looking for me?"

Maya revealed her cards, coming up with enough to hold onto her credits for the time being. It wasn't enough to take the Twi'lek's, but she was starting to get a feel for her opponent. " You, my dear Valek, work for Jabba. And I, need your help. "

He frowns slightly, disappointed with the answer and the result of the hand. "Let's make this more interesting. Double the wager." He says.

She pushed in another 100 credits, doubling it without hesitation and staring him down across the table. " As you wish. " The result came up in a tie again as one of the cards turned to Maya's favor, and she grinned. Just because she had the credits to spend didn't mean she was keen on losing them. Every credit was worth it's weight in materials for her devices, if not more. " You work for Jabba. I work for Gorka. I need to withdraw credits, and you can give me authorization for it. "