Sirka’ith was aboard a large ship, an old dreadnaught sitting at some point in deep space. But, more specifically, she was at the same place she always tried to find when she had some downtime: the bar. She had been on the ship for about ten hours, though most of that time she had spent sleeping. According to the holonet search she had performed shortly after arrival, it was an old [url=http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Providence-class_carrier/destroyer]Providence-class dreadnaught[/url] that had been converted into what she assumed to be a sort of mobile base of operations for the person or group that had acquired it. Certainly, its interior felt more like a space station than anything, with all the people that seemed to be living in the place.  It had living quarters, food vendors, entertainment, and alcohol: everything one would need for an extended stay. The room she had been given wasn’t especially fancy or anything, but it did impress her in that the bed and furniture were actually appropriately sized for a Ssi-ruu, unlike the booth she was currently halfway spilling out of. 

The reason Sirka had come all the way out to this ship in the middle of nowhere was one of the roughly three things that could properly motivate her to do something stupid; in this case, credits. About a week ago, she had been approached at her apartment on Nar Shaddaa, in person, by a representative of the potential employer who owned this ship. Normally, taking a job from a stranger representing some unnamed employer, which required her to make a trip halfway across the galaxy, was not something Sirka would do, but in this case, the money was way, [i]way[/i] too good to ignore. That, and they had paid all of her traveling expenses up front. 

The meeting in which the details of this job would be explained was set to start in a few hours, so naturally, Sirka was treating herself to the strongest drink this little cantina had available. It was not too much for someone of her size and mass, but it was enough. It wasn’t as if she had much else to do, given that strangers tended to give a massive reptilian like her a wide berth. Even though she had left her heavy weaponry in her room, and she had done nothing so far but drink quietly, she could smell the slight hint of fear from the group of Humans in a nearby booth. Of course, she was long past caring about the thoughts of random strangers; at the moment, all that mattered to her was her drink. As time passed a crowd consisting of many different species was starting to form in the cantina, but the booths directly in front of and behind her were still vacant.