Sirka'ith and Dazan-Ka

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"Hmph, you're not the first to give that answer. Not exactly a lot of men out there looking for a reptilian over twice their size. Still, I'll take that drink; better than a blaster bolt, at least." Sirka'ith answered. Once the new drinks came, Sirka was quick to start on hers. If she needed to, she was capable of downing the whole thing in pretty much one go, but she preferred to pace herself, if only to savor it. "As for why a Ssi-ruu is out here? Work, naturally. I couldn't care less about the Ssi-ruuvi Imperium. They can all go fall into a sarlacc pit for all I care. Honestly, I'm surprised you even know what a Ssi-ruu is; I sure don't know what in the blazes you are." 

Drinks are definitely better than blaster wounds, he would know. Dazan sipped his drink, something he usually did to start a glass, before speaking, "I'd ask what caused such a dislike, but that would be prying a little too mush, eh? And while Ssi-ruu aren't that common, word tends to get around, you just need to be at the right place. As for what I am," He took a swig, "I am a Codru-Ji, and most people who call me a derogatory nickname for that, I tend to make regret it." He leaned back in the booth a bit, bottom pair of arms crossed, "I'm here for a job as well, in case you're wondering. Shady as it is, couldn't resist the creds."

Sirka was at least somewhat interested in the job he mentioned, as it sounded something like the one she had been offered,  by the way he described it. "Hmm, contacted by some shady people for some shady job? Sounds like a scam, but worth too many credits for any good merc to turn down? You might be after the same job as me, if that's all the case. It was probably a stupid idea to come here, but I've gotten pretty far with stupid ideas. If it is legit, though, I'd expect to make heavy use of your blasters. It's the only reason anyone would hire me."

"Well, if your guess is right, I will watch your back if you watch mine. If it isn't legit, I expect I'll have to go through the hassle of finding and teaching the... idiots a lesson, and get some money out of them." It wouldn't be the first time he's had to do something of the sort, "I'm hired likely because of my skill with explosives. Want something blown up? I'm one of the first people thought of. Although, I'm a little skeptical about this offer, as I've been out of the game for four years. Still, good a time as any to get back in it, need the creds anyways to make up for that time."

Sirka gave a chuckle as she continued with her drink. She was actually starting to feel some effects from it, though it would take a fair amount more for her to be drunk. One downside of her body mass was how comparatively weak most of the drinks were for her. She assumed her people had appropriate strength alcohol, though it wasn't as if she would know. Brown-scaled Ssi-ruu were not allowed drinks. 

Shaking off her displeasure at the Imperium, Sirka continued with the conversation. "I hear you on that. I came all the way out here from Nar Shaddaa to shoot something up, and I intend to do that, no matter what. Though, if they're really paying what they say they're paying, it'd probably be best to go along with whatever job they offer. That kind of credits can buy a lot of power, and I wouldn't want to fight it unless someone richer is paying me to."

This second glass was probably going to be the last one, for now, it wasn't wise to get drunk before seeing an employer. The Ssi-ruu wouldn't have that much of a problem, judging by how large she was. "Mhmm, a danger with such high paying jobs is the possible enemies made, especially if something goes wrong. What is it you'd say you do best? Aside from seemingly being a damage sponge." A moment passed before he realized something, " We've been talking so much and we don't yet know each other's names. Mine is Dazan-Ka, Daz or Dazan for short."

"Sirka'ith" She answered simply, finishing off her drink with her next swig. Since it seemed reasonably likely that they would be working together, she didn't see much harm in telling him a bit about her. Normally, she liked to keep some of her capabilities hidden in case she needed to use them...unless she felt like boasting. In that case, she would say anything.

"Well, you heard that comparison to a wookiee? That wasn't random; I'm about as strong as one of those walking carpets, which means I can do things most species can't. Like, for instance,  carrying a blaster cannon big enough that a human would have to mount it on a tripod. I can bring firepower, and scales as good or better than armor. I think you can tell what all that would be good  for. Like I said, expect a big, straight up firefight at some point." Now that she was out of drinks, and wasn't willing to buy anymore for herself, she had nothing more to do in the cantina  but talk to this Daz person. He wasn't boring her or anything, but at the same time, she did not tend to like sticking around too long in a place after causing a fight, purposefully or not. "Say, since  it seems like we're going to be working together, want to get out of this place? The other patrons won't stop glancing at me, and they smell nervous."

"I'm not against a firefight, they always do get the blood flowing." Sirka finished her drink, and Dazan looked around at said patrons, several of them certainly seemed nervous enough, "It probably didn't help that we weren't so descreet when we spoke." He downed the last of his drink in quick order before slowly standing, checking that everything on his person was in order before speaking again, "Well, you lead the way. I was planning to see what else was on this station anyway."