[b][right]Paradise
Nightclub[/right][/b]

Looking up from his seat at the booth, Kast noticed the pretty torguta looking at him. He gave her a slight nod and lifted his own glass to match hers. He held eye contact for a moment before he returned to his drink. An interesting pair, the torguta and her companion. Was the large one a bodyguard, or just a friend? He logged the pair in his mind, the large one would be a dangerous foe, or an interesting ally, would've been useful on his last bounty, but then again, that would've involved splitting the profit. They probably weren't there to talk shop though, as another mandalorian- at least, Kast assumed by his armor, took a seat by the pair, blocking his vision of the torguta. He wasn't too surprised. 

Mandalorians, as few and far between as they were, were drawn to places of conflict- or at least the warrior types among their kind were. So it wasn't surprising to find a second one in Hutt Space. It was when the third Mandalorian strode through the bar did Kast's eyebrows finally raise. They scaled and studded armor, a Neo Crusader of clan Fist. Last Kast had heard, they were all dead, so either this one was particularly tenacious, or it was someone wearing stolen and looted armor. The previous mandalorian's armor was clean and shiny, new, at least relative to his. Kast noticed no tell-tale markings indicating a clan, nor were the colors recognizable.

Three Mandalorians in a bar sounded like the start to a bad joke, so Kast downed his drink and placed the glass down on the table. One hand grabbed the breifcase under his feet, and the other grabbed the lip of his helmet. Knowing Volk, Kast might find work sooner than he thought. Pulling on his helmet with a single hand, and sealing it to his suit, Kast made his way out of the bar, breifcase in hand. 

[b][right]Paradise
Mid-Level: Trader's Hub[/right][/b]

While Paradise was for the most part, a resort, a large number of traders often stopped at Paradise. Paradise, due to its neutrality and safety was a popular stopping spot for traders and cargo runners, and while they did most of their trade at their final destination, it wasn't uncommon for from some of them to offload some of their goods here as well. Most traders of repute liked stopping off at the mid levels, so that was where Kast was headed. In particular Kast was stopping off at one of Volk's contacts: Renn, an arms dealer. 

In Kast's field of working, weapons, extra weapons, and spare weapons were never a poor purchase. Some of Kast's more exotic weapons were expensive to buy ammunition for. Luckily for him, working with Volk landed Kast a rather secure connections to people who just so happened to provide for enterprising mercenaries. Renn didn't carry any of his materials with him- there was no way Paradise security would let traders offload their goods onto the ship unless it was for the ship itself, too many people and too much material would be going through those security scanners, making it a risk. So purchasing weapons was little more than visiting the room of a trader and striking a deal. There was a risk of being swindled, but dealers with bad reputations never lived long in the industry.

"Ah, Kast, I'd heard from Volk. Thought you show up to my neck of the woods eventually." hissed the wiry rodian arms dealer. "Come in, I don't doubt that we have much to discuss."

The room itself was one of the cheaper mid-level rooms. A desk, a nice bed, a door to a bath, and some other basic amenities. Nice quality, but not lavish. The rodian arms dealer took a seat at the desk's chair and clasped his hands together, waiting for Kast to get right to it.

"A crate of spin-sealed Tibanna cartridges for small arms, another for ship weapons, two crates of charge packs. Type-12A and B rockets, semi-guided, two dozen each." Kast began, listing off his regular supplies by memory.

"Is that all?"

"No."