[i]Good[/i], Neil thought. A faceless and intimidating Sayeeda would give far more credence to their request for an audience, and the audience in general. The problem was Taya. Neil didn't look overly intimidating, but he had a look that showed he was used to this sort of underhanded operation by the way he carried himself. As they walked through the crowd, there was a myriad of Crimson Stars mingling with mere bar patrons. 

With a subtle movement, Neil slipped an idle cloak off a table and rolled it up to give as little visibility to the fact he had it as possible. Once they made it across the dance floor, he unrolled it and reoriented the cloak. "Taya, come here." He said. The girl looked a tad confused, but did as she was bade. Neil placed the wrapping around her head, tying it from the back despite her protests. Neil ignored her, turning her toward him and holding up a finger. "Its best they don't see your face," he half lied. "Now, don't speak or make any noises, not even a squeal. Understand?" 

"Its hot," she protested, pulling the lower part of the wrapping off her mouth slightly. Neil let her take in some air, and then pulled it back up. "I know. You can loosen it slightly, but keep it tight around your chin. We won't be in there long. Ok?" 

She nodded, and he gave her a wink. 

Once they were situation, the three made it to the entryway, where a large Margrond Xenos stood. It was a human-like beast that had four muscled arms, an overwhelming slab of stomach, and a face Neil could only describe as 'ugly as sin.' He barred their passage, along with a small squad of muscled and armed goons, automatic lasrifles held at the ready. Neil held his hands up in greeting. "No need for that, we're simply here to see Gnorlaac." 

The proclamation caused them to turn off the safeties on their weapons in unison. "Whoa whoa, hold on now," He began, trying to defuse the situation. He looked around, and then leaned forward. "Tu Wada Klecto...we good now?" There was a short silence as the men looked to one another, and the Margrond raised an arm and spoke an indecipherable language into the comm on his wrist. Above them, a light Neil had not noticed before turned green, and the Xenos stepped aside to allow them passage into the back rooms. 

The music went from an oppressive noise to a backdrop as they walked down the entryway, two guards flanking them with weapons poised to go off at any sudden movement by the three. Neil knew Sayeeda was good, so he turned to glance Taya's way and check on her, however her expression was hidden from view by the cloak. That was a small victory at least. Red lights that gave the entryway a darkly lit vibe increased the shadows around them in a strange fashion. The more traditional lights of the other room, still blue and green in color, lit up the area far more nicely. 

The next room they found themselves in, Neil could only really call it a throne room. It was a smaller party, with hired muscle and dancer girls mingling with one another, along with prominent Xenos and businessmen wearing expensive and near Dar'mondian level of lavish clothing and jewerly. Some of them looked to be enacting business deals while others simply lounged, enjoying their status as one of the select few to be invited inside Gnorlaac's private party. At the center of the back wall sat Gnorlaac. An enormous blue Formian, with an impressive second chin covered in either fur or hair. His torso was bare, and his lower half was covered in expensive cloth to make some patched together trousers. His six fingered hands were covered in jeweled rings, and his large maw had more than a few golden teeth within his jowls. In Neils opinion, he had the look of a 'nice guy' on the galactic net that hit it big somehow.

All eyes turned to them as they entered, the unknown three causing a small stir within the room. Neil crossed his arms, trying to remain as confident as possible despite all the attention. The music stopped, and the Formian raised a hand, waving them to come in closer. "Ekta chuka me colo so na me," he said, his voice veritably booming across the expanse of the room. Flanking him were two Hexanagallion guards, clad in Xarconian plate armor, their faces and snouts concealed. 

A small droid floated up between them as Neil and the others moved forward, translating. "So, I heard you have something I would be interested in? Do tell." The voice was automatic and rigid. 

"That is correct," Neil said, a big smile on his face. "And let me say that this is a lovely establishment. Do you rent or own? Nevermind. Yes we uh...we have something I think anyone in the Galaxy would kill for. But since we were in the neighborhood, we heard of your fair deals and wanted to see if you'd be interested." 

"Do not test my patience, boy. Out with it." The Droid said after the Formian gave a few grunts. 

"Hold on, big fella. Discussing business when 10 pounds of Aestimobium is at stake is a process to be appreciated." The Formian's eyes widened, and there were various gasps within the crowd. Neil simply smirked, as if he had everyone in the palm of his hand. Then again, he did that often anyway. "You see," Neil continued loudly, drawing all of their gazes to him. "By my recknoning, such a prize would be...psssht, I don't know. 40 million credits? More? Well, me and my crew," He gestured at the two figures behind him. "We have no real use for it other than money, and would like it gone no questions asked. So we are willing to part with it for, say, 25 million. That's a generous offer, my friend. Also, it pays to be on a crime lord's good side, am I right?" 
[@Penny]