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[color=0072bc][h1]Ziveri Kreen[/h1][/color]
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[b]Location:[/b] Cirrus II, Agronea spaceport cantina
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The young Twi'lek sat slouched in her seat beside her Clawdite master, her yellow-brown eyes scanning the other patrons of the cantina as she sipped from the drink in her hand. Though her posture seemed relaxed, the tension in her muscles betrayed otherwise. She didn't like this place, it reminded her too much of Nar Shaddaa, where she had spent most of her childhood. Very few of the memories were fond ones. 
They had to find work here of course, they had to make the credits in order to keep their new ship running smoothly, but that didn't mean she had to like it.
[color=0072bc]"Master, could we not have picked a better port to dock in and look for a new shipment?"[/color] she muttered quietly under her breath to Rel, her nose wrinkled in distaste as she watched a particularly grimy regular shuffle past them to place another order at the bar. [color=0072bc]"Or at least one with a cantina that is actually clean."[/color]
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