Just business, as usual

[The Angry Cheese]

On Nar Shadda, below the soaring skyscraps, the roaring of traffic lanes, and amongst the lights of the lower city, sat yet another cantina. It wasn't distinguishable from any other cantina; It had decent drinks, okay food, a good 'show' from the ladies (and the men, too, if that's what you like), the gambling places... Yeah, all the usual dark things that go in the galactic underworld.

But, there was also a Mandalorian there. Not too rare, but not exactly common in these parts, since Mandalorians are, well, a special people. A legendary culture of warriors, they are often found training armies, working as mercs and bounty hunters, and any other job that involved lots of military expertise. And that's exactly why Tracinya be Gra'tua is here. Both to look for a job and enjoy what cantina's have to offer (Again).

Of course, knowing his luck, he's bound to have a more exciting time on Nar Shadda than a common whore. As in, he invited a potential employer, a Nautolan woman by the name of [member="Layla Tyr"], to come have a drink with him so they may discuss business. What? Yes, Mandalorians are renown warriors, and yes they have their own little empire of sorts, but a man's gotta eat!

 

[The Angry Cheese]

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[Layla Tyr]

[member="Tracinya be Gra'tua"]
(Sorry for taking so long, I became sick)


She sighed deeply, Nar Shadda, the underbelly of an underbelly. This was not her favourite meeting place. But when she has to live on ship rations, what else is there to do but go make money. She needed a big payday though to give her rowdy crew something else.

As they all seemed to pack up to go with her, she gathered her lekku up and swirled them in a type of braid then looped them so that no one could touch them. She had enough of that sort of thing. She shook her head to stop them, "Oh no, I must do this on my own. You guys need to stay here and protect the ship. She's a rare beauty." Layla set her lilac eyes on the frame of her ship and smiled softly, then tilted her head to her crew as they did as she said.

It was hard to find a loyal crew, especially around Sith controlled space but she was never part of any faction, refused to allow that to limit her tradings. She worked for whoever had the money for it.

As she stepped into the cantina, the music blasting, she shook her head, this was a terrible place to meet, how would they ever hear each other. She took out her datapad, searching the recent messages, a Mandalorian, there were so very little of them that she had met. He was easy enough to spot. She walked over, her coat pulled loose around her simple tunic and pants as she sat down, "What's the job?"