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The guide looked at Sami out of the corner of his eyes, squinting momentarily before lowering his head and addressing him.

Rekan stood, but the guide answered for him. "This is Nolesu. If you have any business with him, it can wait the approval of Master Brunhildt. Now I must ask you to leave, exempting proof of identification and relations to Master Brunhildt."

It was a typical day in the Dead Space Cantina, one of the inumerable dives on Ord Mantell. The atmosphere was dark, smoky, and filled with convorsations in seventeen separate languages. An ancient jukebox in the corner played a slow song from a forgotten artist, blending in with the murmers and drones of speech.
Zabrak, Rodians, Twi'leks, Duros, Humans, Cyborgs and Droids occupied the bar, and it was a safe bet any or all of them were rogues.
It was not a place for tourists.
A Zabrak, half way through his bottle of old Janx, looked over to an associate, a scruffy looking human spacer.
"I heard Cale Darksun's in town. Made planet fall this morning."
The human looked over at the zabrak skeptically. "Cale Darksun? The Pirate? You sure?"
"Yeah. Heard from a comrade." The zabrak said. "Heard he's a pro."
A Mon Cal to the right of the zabrak butted in on the Conversation."Well I heard that the Barve managed to hijack a bacta convoy on the very edge of the Fondor System."
The other two looked at the Mon Cal.
"On the edge of Fondor?" The Human repeated.
"Yeah." The Mon Cal replied. "Took all five bacta ships right under the nose of the ship yard security."
Another human, one wearing the same shipping company uniform as the first spoke up. "I heard that he boarded the Kuwari Princess, you know that big Dac Shipyards Cruise Liner, with only a corvette and a couple light freighters. Took down the entire crew without killing a soul when it was halfway to Tatooine."
The Mon Cal nodded. "Yeah, I heard that one too. I heard the passangers thought it was all an act. From what I hear, they loved it so much that the Liner company is thinking of making it part of the cruise. Y'know Like a fake pirate boarding."
The spacers got a bit of a laugh out of that.
"What?" the Zabrak asked."They gonna track down Darksun and ask him to rob them blind twice a month?"
The first human took a swallow of his lum and grinned. "Speaking of robbing blind, When me and Dorsk here were dirtside on Naboo, I heard from a royal guard that the Queen's ship was pillaged when she was heading into the core."
"By who?" The Mon Cal asked.
The second human, Dorsk, fielded the question. "By the only Barve with the Choobies to pull it off. Cale sithin' Darksun. Ionized the ship and her escorts, then took everything that wasn't nailed down."
"And get this," The first human added. "The Queen ain't pressing charges against him."
"you're kidding." Said the zabrak.
"Its the Jedi's honest truth. Word is, she's got some kinda crush on him."
The Mon Cal chuckled. "Well you know how it is. Those rich girls just don't have enough Scoundrels in their lives."
The other spacers nodded in sage agreement.

Meanwhile, outside the Dead Space, a short, lean looking Outlaw garbbed in a black jacket and shades was walking towards the Cantina door.

The Outlaw entered the Dead Space just in time to see a body go flying into the jukebox.
"No matter where you go, its always the same." Cale commented as he moved into the bar.
He nodded to Adar, the Arkanian who owned the establishment, and stepped up to the counter.
"Ol'val, Adar. Whats been happening?"
The Arkanian looked over to Cale, recognition glinting in his eye.
"Been a while since you came in here, Chumani. Last I remember, you were a perpetual drunk. Now it seems you've finally done something with yourself. Even got yourself a bit of a fan following."
Cale grinned and shrugged. "What can I say? AA did wonders for me. How's Nora doing?"
"She saved up enough money to move to the Core. I hear she's engaged to some Rich boy."
"Good to hear. Might have to crash that wedding."
Adar sighed. "Its like I always say. You humans are adrenaline jockeys. and you outlaws are the worst of the lot. Just let her be."
"Aw come on. I'll bring her a wedding present, a big one."
The Arkanian snorted. "Since when the hell have you let me stop you." Adar set a glass on the counter and filled it up with lum. "Here you go spacer."
Cale flipped some coin on the table and moved to his usual booth which happened to be unoccupied. Passing by the still working jukebox, he plunked in a few coins and set it to his favorite song.

The old man nearly missed a step, but caught himself, "Nearly tripped over my own broken feet there. Do you have any proof of this person? I am a salvage repairman, not this... Labrynth which you speak. Do you have a picture, or something?"

"Proof? Of Neb?" Trey asked. "Do you doubt my veracity, Mr...Mechanic?"

"A picture of Labrynth, I lack. I have a holo of Neb, however," Trey said, pulling out the holocron and showing the man a short recording of Neb.

As Adar chatted with the clawdite, Rain Starwind walked through the bar door and did a quick scan. Spying Cale in his corner booth, she motioned to someone outside and moved to sit next to him. Seconds later, Cambot floated in behind her and followed in her wake.
Rain slid into the booth and frowned.
"What the heck is that noise? is a bantha dying in here?"
Cale flicked her a dull glance. "What is it with women and music? They never have any taste."
"Whatever. So whats our next move?" She asked.
Cale took a drink and flicked a glance to the cloaked fellow at the bar talking with Adar. "Oh, something. You know me. Ive got my ear to the kshyk vine. We just have to be patient and listen for what develops."
Rain adjusted her gaze to look at the hooded fellow out the corner of her eye then looked back to Cale. "Uh huh...so why are we here then?"
"Because the Captain likes to think he's skilled at Inuendo." Cam bot murmered.
Cale ignored the droid and sipped his drink. "Because I like this bar. I haven't been here in a while. Besides, I'm looking for something."