Message Intercepted (Invitation Only)

[Triune]

*The Ghost comes to a rest on in the old style ground-side landing bay. A Droid, obviously an assistant to the port master came trundling out into the bay awaiting Selae to exit her vessel. It held a data pad that would no doubt have the berthing and port fees itemized.*

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*She goes to the ramp taking off her helmet and exits the ship shaking out her platinum tresses. She sees the droid and raises an eyebrow walking past as if she didn't see it.*

[Triune]

*The droid toddles up and semi bows as best as it can*

"Greetings and welcome to Taanab I am..." It trails off as Selae strides right past it. Turning it trots to catch back up. "Yes as I was saying I am the assistant to the port master and need to ask a few questions and there is a small matter of docking fees. How long do you intend on staying here? Is this a business or pleasure trip?"

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*She stops annoyed at the persistence of this droid and turns to look at it.*

"Who is the docking master here?"

[Triune]

"Ah yes the Port master here is Mathias Bola and has been for many years, as to your ship, do you require refueling? We are offering a wonderful sale on Exeo-infused fuel."

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*She looks back at her ship then at the droid.*

"The trip is pleasure. Don't plan on staying long and yes I do need to have the ship refueled. Any more questions?"

*Her tone is impatient to the droid.*

[Triune]

*The Droid makes several notations on the pad before looking back up again*

"And how will you be paying for this Miss...." It lets its question trail off hoping for a name or credit voucher.

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*She raises an eyebrow and grins.*

"Credit...under the name Rubin Stylees"

[Triune]

*The name is entered and the droid nods seemingly pleased.*

"Very good Miss, Enjoy your stay on Taanab." It trundles off satisfied with itself finally giving Selae room to leave.

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*She lets the smirk come to her lips knowing Rubin will not like this one bit. She figured that he would refuse to pay it and like usual get into some serious trouble and seek her out......only he wouldn't find her.....she chuckles and makes her way further into the starport past the commoners begging for handouts or rides. Inside, she is disgusted at them but her mind is on something else.....her target....the one her sword had been lusting for since leaving the Myrkr compound. She takes a left heading towards the cantina*

[Triune]

*Dust, the smell of moldy grains and the scent of distant rain fills the wind that has suddenly picked up as Selae walks across the avenue, slipping inside the entrance of a Cantina. Its name is lost to a rime of dust and grime but it would serve well enough. Walking into the dark room from such a bright day normally would result in a moment or two of blindness as Selae's eyes had to adjust to the change in light but not this time, from bright light which was annoying in itself to this dark cantina she saw perfectly, as if the darkness simply didn't exist for her. The local denizens and the travelers from far worlds all rubbed elbows here. A dozen people were in here to be looked over.*

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*She scans the cantina looking for the female twi'lek. It had been many years but she knew she still did some odd jobs here and there. She moves further inside and takes a seat at the bar looking towards the stage. She scans the dancers and then sees her. Gretchan, the tattooed green skinned bounty hunter. She didn't do many jobs...just the high risk ones. She often would come to the cantinas just for a good laugh mocking the men. Yes, Lirreka would find her impressive. This was her victim....if she could get close to her that is.*

[Triune]

*Gretchan is indeed one of the Dancers, she moves with a lithe grace that hints to years of training. Her twin tails swirl wildly as she spins to the rancorous music that the pair of Gammoreans musicians play. She puts the other dancers to shame and she proves she has none by her veritable lack of clothing. The focus of her dance a millitary-looking man that sits at the table connected to the stage. His pair of red-armored guards keep a close eye on those miscreants that get too close. This military man watches Gretchan lustily. Amidst her initial searching of the place Selae noticed a pair of smugglers in one of the supposedly dark corners with their heads together.*

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*She scans the room again checking out the obvious target for Gretchan's next bounty and knows she should follow them when he requests a private performance. She then turns her gaze to the two smugglers conversing in the corner. Something is very familiar about one of them. She considers going to talk to them but holds back. No, she must stay as Lirreka. She keeps an eye on them while ordering an ale.*

[Triune]

*The song rises to higher and higher bouts of cacaphony as Gretchan works her wiles on her target, finally he pulls her from the stage/table, she squeels as he crushes her to his chest, kissing her furiously, He stands up moving to walk towards one of the 'private rooms' along the side of the Cantina. She snags a satchel set by the door with her free hand as she's carried in.*