Mar was busy spraying bacta salve onto his cut, before taking the bacta strip handed to him by a member of staff. He nodded his thanks to the member of staff when he heard someone speaking to him, looking up he saw a weathered and aged looking face looking down at him. Arms crossed in a guard, the face was oddly familiar but he couldn’t quite place it right away.

[i]"Mandolorian, we need to talk."[/i]

Mar just sighed. “The names Mar Den, not Mandalorian. Also, I’m not currently available for hire as I just became the owner of this lovely establishment and am already on a job. If you’re looking for a goon to do your dirty work or join your gang I’m sure there are plenty of people around here to satisfy your needs.”

The clone shook his head. “That’s not what you have [i]baatir[/i]. I need to know why there are so many mandos on thirty-thirty, you’re the third one I’ve seen in a week. Last week I’d heard rumors of one. It just so happens you all are trained to do the same thing I am, meaning all of you are a threat to my business. Now, I don’t have an issue with you being here, but if you’re staying. Then it’s gonna be an issue. Understand son?” Del knew he was pushing it a bit with that age card he was pulling. But seeing as he looked like he was well into middle age and most people didn’t know about clones aging worse than a bag of duracrete it was usually a safe card for him to play. 

Mar looked up, as he pushed the member of staff slightly away so that he could get a clear line of sight at the man standing before him. “Listen here [i]aruetii[/i]. I’ve heard of one other Mandalorian, and not seen anymore than that. What I do is my own business, and what you do is yours. As I said, I’m already on a job of a more personal note and that is going to be the only one I’m doing down here. So long as you don’t end up getting in the way of that job, I don’t see why we need to bother each other.” 

The guy was old, familiar, and spoke at least a little Mando’a. Then it struck him, [i]Hotshot[/i] back home. Or Kain, whatever he was calling himself these days. He had been a [i]clone[/i], he of course knew about the Clone Wars having grown up in the right time period and had dealt with them before but other than Kain they had always had their helmets on. Probably why it took him so long to place the face. Not that it really mattered, why was it people in these places were always so pissy?

“[i]Aruetii[/i] odd, seeing as you're the outsider here.” Del growled slightly and rubbed the five-o-clock shadow on his face. It took him second to realize that three mandos was actually two. The one he had seen the other day near Zam’s was the one trying to get the grabbed girl back. The voice was really the only linkage he had, but it was good enough for him to make that jump in logic. Though it stood to reason then that the daughter he had been talking about earlier was the girl that had been grabbed by the Suns. [i]What in the nerf herder were they down here for?[/i] Del shook himself out of that line of thought, he couldn’t get invested in these people's lives. Never again.

“Listen, I’ve not been paid to kill you nor do I have any intention to seek such a contract. I would expect you to extend the same courtesy, it would be bad for business for us both. So I will ask again Mar of clan Den, what business do you have here.” Del said in his ever thick clone accent.

“Stop being so literal, if you knew what Aruetii really meant you wouldn’t have tried to call me out on it.” Mar pulled a bag out from under the table, containing the rest of his flight suit and armour. He lifted the shirt over his head and began clipping the individual pieces back onto his armour. One at a time.

“I told you already. I’m not here to take bounties, I’m here looking for one guy who may or may not exist. That’s more than you already need to know, I doubt he’d hire you so it’s all good. We won’t cross paths, and it won’t come to blows anyway. If it makes you feel better low I stick to non-lethal nowadays anyway. The Daughters rather [i]pro llife[/i].”  Pulling his glove over his right hand he then picked up his helmet and held it in the cradle of his arm. “So, we done here?”

“I suppose, might want to keep your daughter out of the south [i]burc’ya[/i]. The Sun’s are a bit frisky down there.” Del wasn’t necessarily trying to phrase it as a threat but hopefully he at least took the hint that they may well run into each other down there. If it kept him away for a few hours great, if it was for a few days, better. He had a feeling this Siren contract would atleast take a few days, Del just hoped the pay would be worth him being off the market for a few days. While the mando trying to call him out on his meaning was a bit annoying he was certainly not so stupid as to start a fight over an insult.

“Let’s hope your ad [i]pro life[/i] view arn’t needed.” Del said as he backed up for a moment then turned on his heel towards the exit. There was no reason for him to remain in this hole for any longer.