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[color=gray]Raarka's Space Bar and Grill, home of the famous Raarka special.

A small cantina not far from the space port in Cornet, yet deep enough within the city to attract those of ill repute in masses to the bar, where underhanded and illegal dealings are more than common. Other than being a common gathering place for gangs on Corellia, the cantina offers a host of food and entertainment, with the former greasy and the latter sweet. Holographic images of females from nearly every imaginable species dance in their promiscuous ways, while Raarka--the Wookie owner--serves up typical Corellian food such as smoked Nerf or Mounder potato rice, each dish carted away to tables by serving droids.[/color]

[color=royalblue][b]"A Corellian noale, please."[/b][/color] [color=gray]A brown-haired female human asked at the counter, to which Raarka replied with an almost growling noise. The girl adjusted the blue scarf around her neck as she waited for the Wookie to serve her, feeling uncomfortable in the cantina. She had no allies, with only the blaster pistol at her side to guard herself from the crooks that occupied various tables within the business. Still, regardless of how she felt, the woman had need to be here--to find men or women willing to throw in their lot in exchange for a number of credits. Most of the criminals in the cantina were suitable for her cause, but she needed someone who didn't have their face plastered throughout the city.

Paying for the drink, the woman stirred it absently with a straw. It was best to appear occupied while she looked around lest the nearby scoundrels grew suspicious. After all, she didn't need a shootout or standoff as much as she needed help with her delinquent doings. With a glance to the cantina's entrance, she noticed two odd figures walk inside and take their seat at one of the tables. Squinting, the girl tried matching their faces to those throughout the streets, but she struggled to match a face to them.[/color] [color=royalblue][i]Newbies--just what I needed,[/i][/color] [color=gray]The woman thought, her gaze never leaving until she decided to approach the two strangers.

Sliding into the booth, the woman took a seat next to the newcomers. Both of them were human just like her, and appeared to be around the same age as well.[/color] [color=royalblue][b]"Hey there,"[/b][/color] [color=gray]She stated, making conversation with them.[/color] [color=royalblue][b]"I noticed both of you happened to be new around these parts. Good for me, and good for you. Listen--I have a job that needs doing, but I need absolute secrecy about it. No trails to return back home, you know? Happen to be interested?"[/b][/color] [color=gray]The girl went on to ask, waiting for an answer as she sipped from the noale. Surely they didn't just come to a known criminal hub of activity just to have a drink or a meal.[/color]

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