Ashkara was walking through Nexxxus, a bar on Tamira that had a reputation of being a hot bed for illegal activity and jobs (though most of those jobs were pretty shady). She had taken to using her terrestrial camo on jobs as a thief, she found out really quickly that it made things extremely easy and that she could make a lot of money. As she walked through the bar taking in the dancers and rough looking people she saw a fight break out. She had never seen an alien like the one in front of her. His skin was a weird peachy color and he had no tell-tale markings of most alien races. A really big Durkin with a trench coat on was getting ready to punch him in the face. 

 The Durkin were no stranger to her, especially Laus the one currently in front of her, they employed her rather often to help aid in their strange affinity for women’s hair. (More than once she had been hired to steal hair right off the heads of many affluent Tamirans. They were actually a bald species who were very embarrassed by the fact that they weren’t covered on top. Somewhere along the way wigs became high fashion and most Tamiran women wore them even to bed.)

Ash walked up to the hulking figure and spoke to him in his own language. “Ti’Gua, Callor! Du schevnik ishka wallan? Tureg il ma.” 
The Durkin had just landed on the floor because the guy he was about to punch was much less inebriated than him and had side-stepped the giant fist just in time. He got up angrily and was staring at her with a look that could bring down a Voldeva (a lion-like creature about twice the size of Earth lions). She wasn’t sure if standing up for this strange alien was a good idea, she had finally been making enough money from her thievery to pay for food and clothes and now one of her best customers was staring at her like she had just shit in his favorite wig. 

She felt them before she saw them, the rumbling steps across the floor as about 6 more Durkin surrounded the pair in silence. “She-nov kraal,” said Laus with a deafening roar. ("You're dead") He was telling her to stand down and let him handle this alien. The Durkin were a very emotional bunch who didn’t take lightly to anything they deemed an offense, which was pretty much everything. “Kra-ve le ahuenta?” she asked grinning. The other Durkin began to laugh and Laus continued to get angrier. He wrapped his huge hand around her throat and slammed her into the wall. She kneed him in the stomach and struggled to break free. Why was she dumb enough to stand up against a Durkin?!  She had no idea who this alien even was, she just knew what it was like to be alone on this planet. It wasn’t very conducive to survival to travel without a pack here and this guy was headed for a bad night.  She fought with the holster she had hidden under her shirt, trying to get out her phaser.