It had been hours since the young man had seen his partner, which wasn't unusual for the pair. He wasn't at all worried. He knew the girl could take care of herself. Hell, their first meet had consisted of her decking him straight in the face which ended with him looking up at her from the flat of his back. He made a comment about her rather small lekku, so he had it coming. In his defense, he didn't understand the extent of his comment and how offensive it may have sounded to a Twi'lek. With the kind of skills she had up her sleeve, he's lucky he got let off as easy as he did. It didn't take long for the pair to connect, they worked well together, and continued to do so over some time. Dak considered her somewhat of a sister. She reminded him much of someone he'd been very fond of back home. He took it upon himself to make sure she was safe. Again, not that she needed it. It was just something to give him piece of mind.
To pass the time, Dakry had wandered into a cantina where he sat at a lone table until a someone approached him to ask what he'd be having. The young man stared at the woman a moment before pointing to a drink she already had on her tray, giving her a charming smile. A bit confused as to why he couldn't have just spoken his order, the girl turned away with a half smile to get him his drink. Dak's eyes scanned the crowded place, eyeing a particularly shady pair sitting at the bar who kept giving him glances over their shoulders. One of Dakry's hands rested on his blaster at his hip, the other holding his mask. It was at the same moment Dak spotted the waitress making her rounds around the tables to deliver drinks that his commlink went off, quickly silencing it before reading the message. Brin was in trouble.
Dak tossed a few credits on the table for the waitress and slipped into the crowd of people, pulling his fingers up to whistle before slipping his mask on over his face. As the young man dipped out of the front door onto the even busier streets, he could feel Tarrok rub his head against his leg to let him know he had heard and obeyed Dak's call. With the anooba at his side, Dakry stalked off towards the location Brin had pinged herself at. The boy pulled his blaster rifle from his back, carrying it aimed at the ground with his finger ready to slip to the trigger at the slightest show of trouble. The boy's pace picked up from a determined walk to a light jog as he dipped between people, even roughly pushing past a few. If he could've, he'd have said sorry for pushing past the way he did, but he couldn't. Kinda hard to be polite when you don't have the ability to speak.
Dakry was nearing the pinged position, coming up on a large freighter in the port. Checking his commlink to be sure of the exact location, the young man pushed forward and advanced right up to the ramp into the cargo hold, spotting a... clone trooper? Dakry pulled his rifle up to aim at the man, breathing two sharp breathes through his teeth at Tarrok who stood at his side with his teeth bared and fur on end, snarling at the trooper. Dak's eyes scanned the cargo hold and luckily spotted Brin not too far away, thinking to himself, 'Sure don't seem to be in trouble, B.'
But maybe they wanted it to look that way. If he and Tarrok hadn't been noticed yet, they were going to be. In one swift movement, Dak held his rifle in one hand and with his free one snagged a pistol from his hip and took aim at the people standing around Brin. He quickly pulled the trigger, shooting a round off above their heads. He kept the rifle trained on the trooper while Tarrok kept his eyes on him as well, Dak's own watching the group of people carefully.