"Alright Cylandus that's enough!" The young woman, Elin, called out to her scaly Cradeene friend. "Of courssse" The Cradeene alien hissed in reply. Cylandus let go of the would-be bounty hunter and let his limp body fall into the garbage that had collected in the alley. 

The bounty hunter thought it was going to be an easy 10,000 credits but as it turned out, he was gravely mistaken. His target, Elin, now 'belonged' to the Crimson Scale, a criminal organization that calls the S-GAF their home. Elin's bounty was most likely placed by the company she and the syndicate robbed so much. Ten thousand was nothing compared to the cost of goods they lost. But why would the Crimson Scales care? Hell, they could probably get away with selling Elin out for that sweet ten thousand. Unfortunately the solution wasn't that easy for the Crimson Scale because Elin was an asset and a liability. She knew all the crime lords that ran the Crimson Scale so the threat of being exposed if Elin did get captured was enough to manpower around her. Meanwhile, Elin was also good on helping the Crimson Scales out with their shipping heists. She knew routes and the workings of the shipping industry from her previous job and provided assistance with mechanical means by creating or fixing stuff the Scales had. Plus a few of the Scale kingpins were on friendly terms with Elin.

So that just left bounty hunters being a threat to most of their operation. A problem so easily remedied by placing a few thugs around her to scare off the bounty hunters. Making the ten thousand only available from a live capture made even more pressure for a bounty hunter as not to accidentally kill his target. Usually bounty hunters stay away from tough hits like these, but occasionally a few try their luck. Unsuccessfully, Elin would like to add. 

Elin crouched by the beaten bounty hunter and pulled out her drinking flask from her belt pouch. She poured a little in his mouth and poured the rest on the man's face. "I don't want trouble so don't come after me, dumbass. Tell your bounty friends, too. I just want to be left alone." She didn't wait for a response as she turned and followed Cylandus out into the bustle of the streets. "You're too kind, Elin. Sscum like that will just keep coming. All for the money." The alien spat on the ground and looked back at his handiwork. Elin rolled her eyes as glanced up at the distant sky. "Jussst like you do it for the money, Cylandusss." She mockingly hissed. The Cradeene scowled but Elin didn't care to notice. Cylandus wasn't her favorite bodyguard by any means, but he was effective. Her other two body guards grabbing a bite to eat nearby so Elin made her way there with Cylandus in tow. One of them was another human, Markus. Possibly the ugliest man you'll ever see but he looked big and strong which helped. The other was Elin's favorite, Reon was a Torro, or basically a bull and a human mixed. Reon was massive standing at around seven and a half feet and an enormous build. He was definitely the most intimating of the group but also one of the kindest. 

"Hey Reon!" Elin cheered as she approached their table. After the Torro replied, Elin finally extended a greeting to Markus. He grunted a response before shoving down an unknown meat into his mouth. By no means were any of them best friends but being stuck together sort of drew them together. The only two that resembled any sort of companionship were Elin and Reon. The other two didn't say much but Elin was preferred it to be that way.

Elin found her seat right next to Reon at Marcos Xin's. It was a small eat and go place over by the animal pens. The owner, Marcos, was human with split ancestry of Mexican and Chinese. The food was the result of that split. Reon loved this place and whenever given the option to, he'd pick this place nine times out of ten. Elin could probably guess it was because he got a lot of food and the musk of animals was always potent in the air.