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Gairus thought for a moment. "Well if you're looking for some help in mechanics; maintenance and what not, or a someone who knows how to use a weapon, I'm your guy."

"err..no sir. My recent work wasn't exactly legitimate. A long time ago, when I was working with my father...that was when we got the well-paying jobs. But the reference would be in his name. And yes, I can work a turret sir." Gairus took a breath, and glanced behind Jag's shoulder.

Nodding he halved his half-pint and scratched his head looking to her from the corner of his eye before turning around."I dont want to be here when the friends of our cute couple get here, drink what you can and we can talk on the way." He left his quarter pint on the bar and got up, setting down enough to pay for the two drinks."I'm sure you just as anxious to get out of here as I am, eh?" He gave a smile and wave to the bartender."I'll be back around when I can George."The landlord whose name was apparently George smiled and waved back, slightly upset that he'd be the one having to knock heads with those folk when they came.
Grabbing up a bantha-leather backpack from under the stool he threw it over his shoulder, checked his chronometer on his wrist comm and looked over to her."You ever ride a swoop?"

"Ah that was good." Tabula said to herself, satisfied. She got up and dusted herself off and just as she begun to walk away, a hand rested on her sholder. Scared, she looked back to who the hand belonged to and was surprised to find that it belonged to the man that she stole from.
"You're that little punk that stole my bread!" Tabula tried to run away but the man grabbed her by her arm and started dragging her back to the restraunt. Tabula protested and started to hit the man with her toy but that didn't slow him down one bit.
"You are gonna pay once we get back." The man said as he tightened his grip on the small girl.
"Let me go! Let me GO!" Tabula screamed and involuntarily thrusted her hand at the man which caused him to be pushed forward into a group of people, flat on his face. Everyone around her stopped and gazed in amazement at what just happened.
"No, I didnt mean to, I'm- *gasp*!" Tabula ran and pushed her way through the mob around her trying to get away. Meanwhile a thug in the crowd turned to his comlink.
"Boss, some blond girl in a white dress caused quite a mess. Is this the girl?"
"Yes, catch her and bring her to me."

"We pay standard fare, plus bonuses based on combat situations and a share of provisions aquired on jobs." Jag said. "You will be responsible for the maintenance of your own gear and you will be expected to clean up after yourself, Mr...."

Laura came out of the galley after having finished putting the pots and untensils in order. " Hey, Kalin. " she greeted, spotting him as she came out. She went over to the bar to check if they were short on anything. Satisfied that there was enough of everything, she then headed for the lounge to give it a look around for anything needing extra cleaning. It hadn't seen much use lately and was clean enough at 1st glance, so she decided to give Kalin a hand to speed things up.

" So, did the cap'n get some applicants or something? " she asked.

"Yeah. The ship needs cleaning." He said as he stepped aside to allow access to the hangar within. "Stow your gear and get cleaning the Main deck. Ask Kalin where the mop and mucket are. Hes on the third deck, big guy with a red beard. Cant miss him. Dont mess with the droids and dont bother the Tailring. Otherwise welcome aboard, Blikk."

"Because we have to catch a ferry that leaves in five minutes." He said and then darted out the door. Outside he began affixing his bag to the sissy bar and retrieving a full-helmet from one of the side-bags and kicked his leg over the speeder to get on, accessing the panel and starting his dream of a machine up, when she came out he handed the helmet to her."Your gonna need this."