"Since this is the first time you've paid for my services I'll give you the rules I give all my clients: Firstly, if I say jump you will jump, that is how you live. Secondly, I really don't care what you do, but I will charge you for starting a fight. Lastly, if you refuse to pay me, I will collect. Any other questions?" Kell said in his unique clone accent.

"Oh quiet you, I know the rules. Reahc told me them when he recommended you. The only reason I hired you anyways was because the Stars have been crawling all over that damned place. I'm half tempted to have you remove everyone of those damned aliens from my sight when we get there, filthy creatures." Correl said, the light brown skinned human with a shaved head currently wrapped up in a black quote. Kell was being paid to escort the Pure hand member to Zem's brothel for a "business meeting". He knew this was not the case but he really didn't care, he knew as much as he needed too. He also knew the pay was good since this man had been recommended to him by another Pure Hand member, one who paid on time and in full. This was good enough for him to accept the job. He was curious about who Correl had pissed off to make him so scared of the Stars, but he almost preferred he this question was never answered.

"I doubt you could afford that fight." Kell said as he brought the rather none descript looking speeder around and in for a landing near the brothel. As he landed the speeder he shoved his back pack into a lock box underneath the back seat and locked it. This mission wouldn't last more than an hour, it also helped that the area hadn't seen any real fighting between the gangs for the past couple of days. Kell opened the side of the speeder and stepped out being careful to not get his cloak caught on anything. Since they were going in not looking to fight he figured it was best to adorn his armor with a rather worn looking brown cloak that covered his armor from the neck down. While his helmet would still be visible his weapons would not be. He was armed rather heavily what with his pistols strapped to his legs and his rifle hanging from his waist. If a group got frisky with them he certainly had enough ammo to deal with them all, but everyone else didn't need to know that. He came around to the Pure hand member and let him out of the speeder. As he stepped off and touched the ground he closed the door behind him and locked the speeder. "After you." Kell said without a hint of sarcasm.

The pair stepped out into the grimy streets from the parking pad and began making their way towards the brothel. Kell hovered close behind the man, slightly overtaking him in height but primarily due to his boots and helmet. They stepped through the dirty crowded streets with most people moving just slightly enough for the two to pass through the middle of crowd. Kell's helmet got him few stares these days as the memory of the Republic had begun to fair and the shininess of his helmet began to move towards a more dull metallic grey, though he supposed his helmet was never very white to begin with. But then Correl suddenly stopped and Kell had to stop himself from running into him. It only took him a second to figure out why, the man had frozen in fear. To their left a group of Blackened Stars had grabbed a girl and were holding a knife to her throat. He figured that the hostile gang members had spooked him but he found a much more interesting detail rather quickly. There was a Mandolorian talking to the group in Mando'a. That made him pause for a moment. He hadn't heard that since.... well the clone wars. Kell quickly brushed off the memory and put his hand on the clients back. "They don't care about us right now, let's not give them a reason to." 

Correl took this as him being told to move forward. Truth be told they looked busy and hopefully the Mandolorian would handle the group so he didn't have to on his way back. But then Correl spoke up "You should kill those dogs, they aren't worthy to touch a Human like that!"

"Pay me, otherwise keep moving." Kell quickly responded with his voice being modulated by the helmet. Correl grunted and kept moving forward obeying his order. This was really not a good place not to get into fight when out numbered, they would be surrounded pretty quickly and killed or captured. Kell had no intention of dying in some stingy basement asking for a bullet. Besides they weren't that far away from the brothel anyway, he could get his whore and they could be out of here sooner if he didn't have to kill people. The two continued moving through the crowd leaving the situation behind and making a gradual pace to the brothel.

When they finally entered the doors of the whorehouse he followed Correl till he could talk to a waitress, he wasn't exactly sure what he asked her for but he was busy scoping out the room. Aside from the red Mandolorian standing against a wall he didn't see much security. Which surprised him given the place's reputation, he figured it wouldn't be long before a couple of members of the the other gangs dashed the mando's head against a rock and took the place over. Though that wasn't to say he had never heard of the Mandolorian before. There were a few tales attributed to him but he was a believer in tales being meaningless stories about events that may or may not have happened. He had even considered the possibility that it wasn't a real Mandolorian in the suit. Though he couldn't be sure, he wasn't a jedi after all. But this line of thinking brought his mind back to the  Mando'a words spoken outside. Turned back to his charge and saw him being lead off by a blue skinned Twi'lek with the grin of a nerf herder's on his face. Taking this as his signal not to follow the clone made his way over to the bar and took his helmet off and set it down on the counter with a credit chit he had pulled from his waist. "Something to take the edge off." In reality he hadn't planned to drink anything but if he was going to be left alone with his thoughts for an hour he needed a way to keep the ghosts away.