[right][b][i]The Stranger's Bar[/i].
Taris Spaceport near Population Centre 7.[/b][/right]

The distinctive scream of a TIE Fighter's Ion drive gave pause to the patrons of [i]The Stranger's Bar[/i] as it passed over, their collective attention drawn from their drinks and conversations as tensions rose. In a lonely corner of the bar, a human man in orange-grey armour drained the last of the cheap Corellian whiskey before he looked over to the occupant next to him in the booth.

[color=darkgoldenrod]"HK, We're heading back to the Revenant."[/color]

[color=saddlebrown]"Agreement: As you wish Khyrr."[/color]

As the droid made to get up, the attractive Devaronian with jade-green hair and coppery skin curled against Khyrr's side turned to look at him with a lusty expression in her blood red eyes. The man noticed the expression and smirked as he stood up, her eyes following him, or at least a particular part of him.

[color=darkgoldenrod]"Not right now Vida. If you're still in the mood to... get to know each other a little more, you know where I'm staying." [/color] 

He winked at her as she gave him a flirty smile before pulling on his helmet and heading out of the bar, tossing an extra few credits as a tip to the bartender. Outside, he stopped and looked up at the hovering shape of a rather beaten Gladiator-class Star Destroyer, a small smirk crawling onto his face. He always like seeing the empire get kicked around because that means more business for a mercenary like himself. Whether it was the Empire looking for a chance to strike back or the Rebellion, or should he say 'New Republic', looking to press the offensive, Money was money and he didn't care who it came from.

The communicator in his helmet beeped and he opened his holo-emitter to see the holographic image of HK-51, his droid co-pilot and partner.
[color=saddlebrown] "Statement: The Revenant has been secured. No suspicious objects or personnel detected." [/color]

[color=darkgoldenrod] "Copy that HK, heading over now." [/color]

It was a fairly short walk from the bar to the hangar where the refurbished and improved Fury-class Interceptor sat proudly. Despite himself, Khyrr stopped to admire the ship. [i]His[/i] ship. The same ship that had shot down more than its fair share of fighters and transports, be them Rebel or Imperial, not that either faction knew about them. Walking around the back, the loading ramp lowered with a hiss and the assassin droid stepped down to meet him halfway. Nodding him a wordless greeting, Khyrr followed him to the cockpit and quickly sat down in the pilot's seat as HK-51 did the same. The two quickly ran through a diagnostics check and, once they were sure all the systems were secure, Khyrr left HK-51 to guard the ship as he left for the cheap apartment he had rented in the Population district.

When he arrived, he was greeted with the sight of a familiar Devaronian. He smirked at her as he let himself in and tossed his helmet onto the worn couch as he began to un-clip his armour.

[color=darkgoldenrod]"I see you decided to take me up on my offer..."[/color]

Her tongue ran along her top lip accompanied by a lusty gaze as his armour came off to reveal the black shirt and trousers that loosely gripped his arms and legs, just enough to show his lusty audience the line of his body while loose enough to leave enough to the imagination. He turned to face her with another smirk and the coin dropped. Within seconds, the pair were rapidly losing clothes as they moved towards the bedroom, kicking the door shut on the way in...

An Hour and a half later, Khyrr emerged again, this time shirtless and littered with scratches and teeth marks as he re-buckled his belt. If one were to look past him, they would see one disheveled and utterly satified Devaronian sleeping softly under his sheets until he gently closed the door and went about collecting the clothing now scattered across his apartment. He was just slipping on his shirt as he heard the dull thud of someone knocking on his apartment door. Drawing his DE-10 from the holster lying on the couch but leaving it out off sight, he cautiously opened the door with his free hand.