Urgop gave a kick to the PLNK droid as he walked. That he was being forced to take the IMPERIAL SPY robot to this rendezvous was bad enough, but the fact that it wouldn't stop trying to tell him about it's day was far worse. "And so then I said, 'I think what you need is a replacement for your thermal exhaust valve', but he wouldn'--" he gave it another kick. If this was a sign of things to come... Urgop shuddered, the thought rolling around in his head.

After a few more brain-cell killing minutes, the pair had reached their destination: the run down and dingy bar known as 'The Royal Bantha'. Urgop reached into the sack hanging from his back, pulling a powerpack bomb from within. He set the timer for three hours, and concealed it amongst some rubbish at the entrance. If he wasn't out in time to defuse it... Well, then it would mean the site had been compromised, and that the detonation would do more bad than good.

"Oh neat, this is the meeting place for that rebe--" another swift kick shut Plasters up. "Yes, this is the place. Foolish spy droid." Urgop did not like speaking out loud, but he had to make sure the droid STAYED quiet. Moving inside, he made his way past several seedy figures. An angry looking wookiee, at least two Deathstick addicts high out of their skulls, and... There, the backroom that matched the description he had been given. Looking around with a paranoid gaze, he hurried in to see a Twi'lek and a Trandoshan chatting casually. Urgop stared for a moment, hoping to be sure these were the ones who hired him. His silent staring was interrupted, however, by another outburst from Plasters. "Are you the rebels?"