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| - Ash chuckles, "Hey, some of those crashes are fantastic, I am certain that there are fans of those." She smiles and pulls out her creds for her drink. Leaning her chair back she smiles at Talia, "None, yet," she waves the redhead ebony woman over. She looks back to Ariana, and studies her weapons and clothing. She was waiting for word on where a certain Rodian was taken. Ariana looks bac at Ash, she had heard about the Rodian, which was why she was still coming out with her entire armory within easy reach. Her eyes travel along the bar as she sits there, before she looks at Ash and asks, "Don't suppose you're thinking what I'm thinking?" The Drunken Piglet wasn't exactly an unfamiliar place for Luke Skywalker. Of course, the last time he was here, he was both heavily disguised and unrecognizeable, to anyone. He isn't exactly flaunting himself as a Jedi; the lightsaber worn at his belt is currently concealed by the flap of his old bomber jacket, and he's wearing clothes that are decidedly more plain and usual, not the monk-like robes that Jedi often wear. Yet, he's not exactly unrecognizable. He's done nothing to disguise himself, save for the fact that his hair has grown out in recent months and covers most of his ears and forehead, threatening upon his eyesight. He slips into the Piglet relatively unnoticed, thanks to a little trick he's learned where a focused manipulation of the Force will cause the eyes of nearby sentients to simply turn away and ignore him. He lets the eclipsing manipulation go once he's inside the place, and is headed toward the bar, where Ranma sits nearby Ariana and Ash. His eyes are on the swoop pilot herself, and he slips up beside her with a small grin on his face. "I don't suppose you'd like a drink?" he asks. Kalos Styre, in return, looks to Mira and narrows his eyes lightly. "I think you've earned it." He chuckles as he steps through the door with a girl beside him. The smuggler comments as he leads her through the door of the hidden business. Stopping at the landing to take a look around, he takes a moment to decide where to go. "What looks good to you?" And eyebrow on Mira Styre's face arches upwards as the smuggler woman walks in with her husband and a hand rests on her hip. "You're blasted right I earned it," she agrees with the man in a very careful, very light accent that could almost pass for a Core Worlder. Wrinkling her nose, the woman with the pink stripes in her hair considers with out glancing around too much, "Not the bar," she notes with a wave of her hand, before her lavender eyes fall upon a table freed on the edges of a nearby space. "That will do for now," she notes with a shift of her chin, flashing Kalos a smile. Without waiting, Mira moves down the rest of the stairs and starts for the table with a rolling and lazy gait. Having ducked out the night before once it was clear he neither owed or was receiving funds as a result of his bet, Sadim returns to The Tipsy Hoglet rested and refreshed, and ready for more fete fun. Masking any emotions he feels coming in here that are not positive, the Swoop Tycoon looks around for people he knows looking to perhaps strike up some conversation or cheer on some fighting before racing resumes in the evening. "Yes. I find the crashes make the race. I just prefer to not be the one wrecking." Ranma smiles a bit as she adjusts the scabbard at her back so it stops digging into her spine. She arches a brow as the man moves up beside her and offers a drink. A quiet laugh rumbles in her throat as she turns to pick up the freshly delivered drink, "Seems you're a little late. I'm about to start my second." She winks as she pulls the rim of the glass to her lips and takes a slow sip, "But if you get caught up, I'll let you buy me another." Watching the two newest occupants enter the room, Ranma frowns slightly as they move towards a table. She thinks she might recognize them. But for the life of her can't think of from where. The drink is delivered and blue eyes look over the man talking to Ranma. "I rather doubt that I'm thinking what you are thinking, my dear," Ash replies to Ariana, "However, I'm certain we're on the same wave." She returns her gaze to Luke and raises her glass to him, "Why not pull up a seat?" she says to him, certain that the face is familiar from portraits, and even that time of madness. She smirks, interesting faces have come together in a place of squalor. She shrugs and then looks over his two companions. She moves forward to let the front legs of the chair touch down and kicks out a couple of seats for them. "Aye, Can-Cell is hoping that all the faulty parts are fixed on her swoop." Ash laughs, "With how little of the original body remained, I am certain that if there were more faulty parts to it, they blew up, melted, and otherwise were ruined beyond repair." She sips her drink, the nector feeling so good. Luke eyes the drink as it shows up, and his grin morphs into something of a more rogueish smirk. "Oh, a dare. I think I can manage. What're you drinking?" He motions toward the bartender, then nods his head toward Ranma's drink. "Give me two?" He rotates his eyes back toward Ranma. "Sorry... I got held up. Friend of mine has a thing for swoops, and I sorta got drug along to the grease pit." Luke bids a greeting to Ariana with a quiet nod, and elects to take a seat next to Ranma and Ariana. "Thanks," he says to her, smiling in a friendly way, before Ranma's distraction distracts him as well. He looks over toward Kalos and Mira as they sit, and his head cocks slightly in a curious way. A moment later, he blinks his eyes and frowns. He gives Ranma a meaningful look, before diverting his attention to the drinks that just showed up. He reaches for one, lifts it, and winks. "Cheers." Ariana nods her head as she sits there, before she looks over at all the people there. "Hmm... kinda crowded," she mutters as she sits there, and then adds, "With no xenos that I haven't seen before. This is turning into a drag," she says as she sits there, her eyes going to Ash, almost pleading for permision to start a fight. Following after Mira, Kalos uses one of his heavy boots to shove a chair out of the way as he rounds around before them. Dropping into it, he flags down one of the servers and props his boots up on the crossbar beneath the table. Keeping his jacket on, he lights a cigarra and turns in his chair a little to face Mira as he flips a few credits at the approaching server. "Corellian Whiskey. Bottle. Two glasses." He makes his order before looking to Mira. "So you gonna be doin' any betting on the races this time?" As those lavender eyes taken in the scene, Mira's smile turns mischievous. Patting herself down, Mira frowns, then leans over the table to pat Kalos down, before finally finding a scrap of flimsy. Pulling out a writing stylus, Mira scribbles something down and then waits for the server to return with the whiskey and glasses. Reaching out she grabs the man at the wrist and puts the flimsy in his hand with a few credits. "Give this to that man there, sitting next to the racer with the purple hair. Don't let anyone else see it," she says, putting a couple more credits in his hand. And then Mira turns and gives Kalos another broad, and far too innocent smile. "Me? Bet? You want us to loose all our credits?" she asks, in that careful accent. "I suppose if you insist," she offers with a wave of her hand. "Corbet looks good, as does the vet Axel in their classes. Toss up between Andorn and Alurria though in G3." Just what is Zorin up to? It's a question that the Kel Dor wonders himself as he strides casually into the bar. He apparently gives up the blaster secured in his holster after being scanned. Pointed thumbs from his four fingered hands hook into his dark belt as he moves through the entrance and then to the center of the wide room. The majority of the orange-hued alien's flesh may be covered, but it's virtually impossible to hide the dark colored anti-ox mask and goggles that adorn his face. The thuggish looking alien seems to walk up to the fighting pit and glances in curiously. His brows settle as its purpose becomes evident in his mind. When Jessalyn said that the Kel Dor needed to get out more, she probably didn't intend for this. Though Zorin does have a few ideas bubbling around in his head. It's apparent that he's not here for a drink, because the only place he could get a drink from is one of those atmosphere bars. So for any of the curious sort it's obvious that the xeno is there for different reasons. Snogrutt is still behind the bar as per usual. The bartender grumbles as the crowd begins to pickup, mumbling quietly as he goes into the back room. It isn't long before the delicate aroma of deliciously baked chocolate chip cookies arrive! The big pig carries them on a platter, and boy do they look tasty! The Gamorrean waddles from table to table, offering them to customers, free of charge of course! Milk is optional. Sadim ears perk up at the mention of swoop talk and he naturally heads in the direction of some of the people uttering it, he naturally heads to the person her knows the best in the crowd, Ash. He moves slowly through the crowd towards her, making a mental record of as many faces as he can along the way. Into the cantina, the immense form of the Hutt arrives. Red gaze shifts over those gathered as he makes his way through the throngs, his tail propelling him. Within his grasp is a chain, leading off to a collar wrapped about a very attractive woman. Behind, a dozen guards linger, four about a bound man, the rest keeping watch upon the patrons and surroundings. Zorbo the Hutt immediately makes for the dais which overlooks the pit, his bearing confident; like a King in his castle. The Drunken Piglet may not belong to him, but the soil it is built upon certainly does. And with his arrival, a murmer goes up. Perhaps the pit fighting tournament shall commence shortly. (speaking in Huttese) With his hands bound behind his back, and the fact that he's being escorted by four guards with enough eight standing close by, Salin does little but follow the hutt into the Cantina. Lips have no curled up into a sneer and his eyes begin to narrow as they play about the room. Thankfully, he has not been gagged and even as they begin to move into the establish the Warlord is offering a low chuckle before shouting out, "I shall pay 150,000 credits to who ever releases us from this Hutt." (speaking in Basic) While defiance clearly echoes in Kathryn's eyes, she walks with her 'host' into the room. Her gaze flashes around the room as Salin speaks and hope kindles there. When the Hutt moves up onto the dias, she lets the leash play out entirely before following him. Her movements are graceful and elegant, though show the same defiance as the flash of her gaze. Ranma's frown slackens at the look from Luke and instead she nods her head as she takes a seat, "Everyone should have an interest in swoops. They're fun and exciting and get the juices flowing." Looking at the chair next to Luke, she considers before flopping down in it after adjusting the scabbard to hang from her hip instead of across her lower back so she can sit. Crossing her legs at the knees, she leans back in the chair with a drink and holds up her glass in return salute, "To bone jarring crashes and violent ejections." She winks as she tosses her head back and downs the second drink as quickly as the first before setting it down on the table. The arrival of the Hutt and two following him in causes Ranma to look back over her shoulder towards the door, and watches them enter. At the man's words, she arches a brow and sinks a little lower in her chair as if trying to stay out of sight. No need to get mixed up in that kind of trouble. At least not yet anyway. Ash leans in her chair and eyes narrow at the Hutt's entrance. Rash and foolish, she was months ago. And her features do not conceal that she has a bone to pick with the fat slug. She counts the guards and smirks. They weren't stormtroopers. How many men did she have present this day? Surely the creds would be good. But Salin and his were not her concern right now. She had done what she had to do earlier. She looks over the trio's conditions, filing away information. "Damn, he went and caught one of the swoop racers," she shakes her head, and looks to Ariana. "Contracts are so... damning sometimes," she smiles, and leans to the woman and whispers, before looking back and watching for a certain Rodian to being released. She smiles, again, today is a good day. Ariana nods her head almost imperceptibley to her Cpatain as she sits there, her eyes watching the guards and the hutts. She smiles a little, before she whispers something into the collar of her jacket. A moment's pause, and then she leans forward to whisper to her Captain. With the offer from Salin, Kalos Styre looks in Salin's direction for just a quick second before he puffs off of his cigarra. Eyes going humorous for a moment, he huffs and shakes his head to see the bottle arrive. Looking to his wife, he raises his eyebrow and smirks, pouring them each a heavy glass of the thick liquor. "Right..." He chuckles under his breath, shaking his head a few times, clearly laughing off the offer in a fairly non-open manner. He's not in the mood to piss off a Hutt. Luke lifts the first of his drinks and is about to propose a toast of his own, when the entrance of Zorbo the Hutt and his slaves draws the attention of almost everyone in the room. He looks over toward them from the corner of his eye at first, but then redirects his attention to fall upon the two more fully. Salin and Kathryn Fawzy. His expression doesn't change too much, mostly because now, he's concealing whatever it is he's thinking. "Here here," he responds to Ranma's toast, and downs the first of his beverages as if it weren't strong enough to degrease a Juggernaut's transaxle. Luke sets the empty glass down and reaches for the second. "Guess a lot happens in a short while," Luke quips quietly, only loud enough that Ranma, Ash and Ariana might hear him. His eyes stray warily toward the aforementioned as Ash whispers toward Ariana, then rotates his eyes back toward Ranma. She knows that look... and if she doesn't, the fact that he downs the second drink so easily might clarify it for her. "Caught up," he quips, though the humor doesn't meet his eyes. Mira Styre, Kalos' wife, meanwhile, flicks her lavender eyes around the room, calculating the odds, before settling into her seat, trying to look as relaxed as she can. As her husband scoffs at the offer, she lifts her glass of whiskey to the man across from her in response. "I've never been partial to being someone's slave," she notes, going along with Kalos' line of thinking. For now, Mira's attention stays on her husband, and only her husband, in fact one might say she is particularly focused, singularly focused, purposefully focused on that corner of the galaxy. Why, that might just be the only, or at least, the loudest thought in her head. Zorbo lowers himself easily into the pile of plush pillows, tugging hard on the chain in an attempt to send the chained beauty tumbling into his mass. The guards meanwhile shove Salin forth with abandon. 'Get going, and shut up!' one barks, though that is all any of the guards says. Zorbo, meanwhile, chortles at Salin's bold statement. "mejo san hotch novio zafar gana hoja cotta" he bellows out over the crowd, his gaze shifting about the chamber. "andoba ba yerno zafar meoso tagwa va dopa meekie hutt choy" (speaking in Huttese) To Kathryn, Zorbo merely says, "zafar" (speaking in Huttese) Quickly jerking his head around at the mention of 150,000 credits, Sadim is quickly horriefied to see the fact that the man making the request is none other than one of his Grade 4 racers. For anyone who could see the wheels turning in Sadim's head a thundering chorus of 'Damn It All' would resonate profoundly resonate. The Chairman of the Galactic Swoop League looks around quickly, seeing the number of people and who they all are, he sees how this could get very ugly for everyone quickly so he acts fast to save the fete. Moving forward to be in the presence of the mighty Zorbo, Sadim prostrates in front of his host and then slowly rises stating, "Lord Zorbo, generous and noble master of this world, may I so humbly ask that some mercy be show for this racer here." He motions to Salin, and the continues, "While I know not how he has earned the wrath of a being so fair and awe-inspiring, I fear that the mood of your fete week for which we are all happy and thankful to share in, might be sullied if it became known that such a good racer had managed to offend our host so. In the interests of securing harmony at the rest of the races where your generosity and giving spirit may be praised on high I humbly ask what I may do as a servant to your beneficent nature to atone for the insults done to you and to secure the freedom of these people in the spirit of the miracles we all seek to do glory to in this fete." The former Ambassador again prostrates himself in the presence of the host, hoping he may salvage the situation. The shove from the guard causes Salin's head to snap to the side and when his eyes settle upon the man, the sneer begins to grow more prominant, "You have just sealed your fate, fool." Anything further is cut off as Sadim begins to speak and the Warlord allows his gaze to shift towards the man, settling there and resting before flicking back towards Zorbo. (speaking in Basic) Kalos does, as well, direct his attention towards his wife. Hanging his head a little so that his hair covers his face, he drags off of his cigarra, he downs some of the whiskey idly, shaking his head from side to side. It's as if it's not the first time he's heard a Hutt slave offer a bounty for his release, and it probably won't be the last. But that doesn't mean it doesn't tug at his heartstrings a little bit. Lifting his eyebrow at Salin's words, he glances over to Mira and gives her a quiet wink, remaining cool and calm. They're patrons of the bar enjoying a drink, and he's quite the prize which should make her happy. Snogrutt blinks a bit as the entourage enters. The Gamorrean glances at the two prisoners, before trundling towards the Hutt with his platter of cookies, offering them to the big slug before glancing to Salin and Kathryn. "weeeeunch enoss broodge toorg toorg alch" he inquires. (speaking in Gamorrean) Although she attempts to stay as far away from the slug as possible, Kathryn cannot fight the force behind Zorbo's tug. She lifts a hand to her throat as though to soften the pull on her neck, but stumbles into the slug's body. Losing her balance, she slides down to nearly sprawl on the pillows next to him. Glaring at the Hutt, she keeps her tone soft, "Get someone else to." Her lips then close and she turns to look at Sadim when he moves forward to speak. Make a hutt bleed? She's seen a hutt blown up, it was amusing. "Perhaps," she responds to Ariana, "lets see what happens and then see about liberating the racer," she pauses then chuckles, "He had raced already." Ash grins and gets up. She had seen Sadim walk in. If the race was finished, surely she didn't need to work on getting Salin out of trouble. She puts her hand to the belt that holds up her chaps. She wanted her orders confirmed. Unfortunately, the man moves away before she can even reach him. Shaking her head, she idly wonders if Zorbo will translate Sadim's walking up as a competitor for the pit fight. This is definetly turning into an amusing day. The mercencary captain looks at Salin, and a wicked smile spreads. She honestly didn't want to help him out of this situation. However Kaley, she looks over. "Zorbo," she calls out in a strong voice, "You have one of mine." He wasn't here and it was starting to annoy her, "You also have a swoop racer which are to remain free throughout the event of swooping." She puts her hands into the pockets of her jacket. Ariana watches Ash as she leans back in her chair. She murmers to Ash, "Yeah, but a hundred and fifty thousand isn't exactly something to laugh at, Captain." Her eyes going over the hutt, as she sits there. Her and the hutt have a bit of unfinished business between the two of them, and she would like to bring it to a violent conclusion. Of couse, the pyscho pilot likes to bring everything to a violent conclusion. Taistil finds himself entering into the strange cantina once again - although as he considers it, perhaps it was not entirely so strange, given the location. While his prior visit had not proved to be exactly fruitful, he found nothing much else around the city to be too intriguing. Yet, he was still feeling far too willing to move on yet again. Perhaps he was growing weary of doing just that - after all, it was never his intent originally. Still, it seemed to sum up exactly how he had been living, and it was taking its toll on the slightly disheveled looking Bothan. As he entered, he could already sense that the place seemed a touch on the tense side. As such, he elected to keep himself closer toward the exit, just incase, as he began to quickly scan over the place. Ranma nods silently to Luke's look, as she unconsciously checks that the sword is clear of its scabbard should she need to draw it. Though she clearly hopes she doesn't have to. It's been far to long since she has had to use it. She frowns slightly and shakes her head, not understanding the words of the Hutt as he speaks. Leaning over to Luke she smirks a little, a glint of mischief in her eyes as she whispers in his ear, 'What is it with us and drinking establishments after a race?' She shakes her head again as she straightens back up and listens to the Chairman of the GSL speak. She hopes the talking works, but the look on her face clearly implies she doesn't expect it to. Luke leans his back against the edge of the bar behind him, and hooks his fingers into the beltloops at his waist. His right arm keeps the lightsaber beneath his jacket concealed. When Ranma whispers to him, Luke's lips curl into a partial smirk. He glances back toward her, sharing another silent message through his eyes, while using the Force to deliver telepathic messages to her. He seems content to watch, for now... of course, now he's no longer interested in buying Ranma that drink she said he could buy. A slow smirk grows on Mira's face and the woman shifts her seat closer to Kalos. Never mind that it gives her a better look of the bar and the Hutt dias. The dark-haired woman with strips of pink in it absently flicks a braid out of the way before taking a drink of the whiskey with a grin, before looking at her glass, perhaps marveling at the fact that it's clean. That's a good age. We simply must take this back to the ship later," she notes with that careful accent of hers. Zorin seems to take a seat for himself just in time. The cowled Kel Dor raises a brow at the sudden happenings and senses the tension level of the room increase several times over. He's not very far away from Luke but the young alien doesn't make any move or indication of so much as recognition. For now the thuggish looking Zorin Pol sits easily and quietly, prepared to make a quick escape once things start going south. This is probably why the Kel Dor tries not to go out so often, bad things tend to happen. Really bad things. Leaning over towards Kathryn, Zorbo's thick, meaty tongue slips out from between his lips even as he chokes up on the chain. Drawing her near, his tongue moves to slide up the side of the woman's face. "bo shuda boko" he commands casually. "achuta varl ri ateema duble maskie" nodding towards Salin, "vo andoba treff varl ba vo duble maskie achuta ma" The woman dealt with, his red eyes fall upon Sadim, prostrate before him. Listening to the man's words, Zorbo's deep, resonating laughter fills the Drunken Piglet even as he accepts one of the snacks Snogrutt offers. A shake of his head is given the Gamorrean in reply, though his gaze does not faulter from Sadim. "da dejar boko cro bau ra duble maskie choy ma andoba tar chowbaso meoso bau" A meaty hand rises to stroke at his chin; a look of contemplation from the Hutt. "mejo yerno dejar che gana ateema beesga hoja choy" (speaking in Huttese) Snogrutt offers a little shrug to Zorbo, turning to look at Salin and Kathryn. The piggy takes a cookie from his plate, raising it to his slimey lips for a bite. The gooey cookie offers little resistance as the big pig takes a bite, little crumbs trickling down his chin as he munches, staring at them, tauntingly. Judging by the contented purr of the piggy, the cookie is rather delicious. Little bits of melted chocolate stain his lips as he nibbles a little more, "urk alch etj" (speaking in Gamorrean) A call for backup.. well when the Captain of the Harlot calls for it, she gets it. Carn was just keeping busy nearby and she'd finished her stint as a walking billboard and was back in her more comfortable uniform. The Crimson and silver armor gleams as she steps in through the doors of the Piglet, gesturing to a couple of the other crewmen who are quite enthusiastic, if not the most... tactical sorts. Carn is all geared up and ready for war, so to speak. Precious is warm, charged, and she mutters into her comm-pickup. "Backup has arrived" from within her helmet. Might be a bit difficult to hear that unless you're right next to her. Anyhow, she sweeps her gaze and her targeting sensors across the crowd and adds to her comm-mutter, "Sitrep?" Salin can't help but shift his attention back towards Zorbo as the Hutt draws upon the chain that holds Kathryn within his grasp. There's a quick snarl, though the man begins to cut it short, drawing himself up straighter before he merely begins to offer a low chuckle, "Fight? If you want me to fight, I shall do so, Hutt. But if I win, you shall let her and the other go." Then, he's flickering his eyes over towards Sadim, waiting for the man's reply. (speaking in Basic) Kalos smiles quietly at Mira and swirls the liquor in his glass. Watching the door from his opposite angle, he takes another sip and plants his boot on the crossbar beneath Mira's chair and nods to her. "I plan on buying a bottle of this stuff before we go, taking it on the road with us." He adds, idly listening to the words that are spoken that he can understand. It's definitely a lion's den he's crawled into this time...nothing too odd for his tastes. Fighting against the pull, Kathryn is still drawn close enough that the Hutt's slug-like tongue passes over her cheek, leaving a trail of slime behind. Disguest chasses horror over her face and she closes her eyes against the sight of the Hutt so close. Shuddering, she turns to look at Salin. Concern for him rises in her gaze, though she shakes her head to Zorbo. Seems she is not going to cooperate. Her attention turns to the Snogrutt and she shakes her head again, "I am sorry. I do not understand you." As she looks around, her gaze falls to those in the 'audience'. Specifically, her attention settles briefly on an old friend near the bar. Brows loft briefly, then she looks away. "Zorbo," her tones changing, a bit annoyed that the Hutt has yet to look at her. Ash doesn't look to the door, she is confident that the crazy woman had made the call for reinforcements. She grins a bit ferally as she stalks towards the fat prey, her hands in her pockets, the double vibroblade on her back, and a shotgun strapped to her leg. "You have one of mine, and you have a swoop racer. I care not what you do with him /after/ the swoop racers are complete, but during the event, he will be free. Keep the woman as insurance that he will come back." She suggests to him in a tone that is not grovelling. "Now, I want my crewman back, and the winnings of the contest split between that man," she points to Salin, "and myself." She keeps her eyes open for any of Zorbo's men who might want to stop her. Taistil follows the gaze of what appeared to be most of the denizens of the cantina toward the Hutt and those around him - including thoes on chains. He frowned a bit, doing his best to listen in while keeping his distance - if it was going to get rough, he wanted to be sure he knew when it would happen and the best possible way to not be caught up in it. The Bothan quickly glanced toward the exit, but turns his eyes back, studying the scene as best he could. "Well, I've got some good news and I've got some bad news," the Bothan mutters as he enters the tavern not to far behind the captain. He looked tired, stressed, and all around unhappy. He was dressed in his usual dark clothing but he was a bit dirty looking for some reason. He ran a hand through his knotted mane. The toothpick in his mouth was nearly non-existent from being chewed on for hours. He stops just behind Ash as she calls the Hutt out on his presumed actions. He looks from her to the criminal blob known as Zorbo. "And, it seems to me you've already guessed what the bad news is," he whispers. Sadim sighs and he listens to the responses of various indidivuals. He was trying to stop this situation from igniting, but clearly the crowd wanted something else. As a man in the entertainment industry he had a certain amount of respect for the crowd's desire for blood, but it was not keeping with the mood of the swoop races to have the spectators stands tonight filled with maimed individuals, or worse yet the races ending while Sadim sat in a dungeon. But Sadim was no Jedi or Sith, he had no way of controling the actions of others as much as he wished he could. However his soul does scream out one thing, which his voice utters at a normal volume as he looks to some of the friends who are exaccerbating the situation, "For the love of the maker can someone fill me in on what Lord Zorbo said to me. I know seven different languages fluently and alas Huttese is not one." Another small drink is taken, and Mira swirls the whiskey appreciatively as she holds the glass up again, finally setting it down. Smiling, Mira leans over to brush her lips across Kelos' cheek. "You trust me, yes?" she asks with a bit of a chuckle. "And yes, you should get more of this," she notes, before grabbing another server. A nod is given towards the Kel Dor alone, waiting by himself. "Seems our old Xeno friend is by himself. I'm inviting him over," she tells her husband, before smiling at the server to deliver the message to Zorin. Ariana stands up and collects her A280 as she follows Ash. She smiles brightly from behind Ash as she walks up to the hutt. A grin that isn't exactly comforting in any since of the word. Her eyes go to Carn, and she makes a nod of her head, before she turns back to look at the Hutt. "Trust you? I married you. Of course I don't." Kalos jokes, grinning quietly at his own wit as he takes a long pull from the glass of whiskey. Dragging off of his cigarra, he ashes it and leans back in his chair a little more to smirk with a light wink in Mira's direction. Running a hand through his hair, he lets out a slow sigh and glances towards the bar and the dais with Zorbo atop it. Watching the drama play out in front of her, Ranma lets out a quiet breath as she scans the room with the influx of new arrivals. She spares a moment to glance towards Kalos and Mira as if to make sure they are sitting tight. Then inspiration hits in a lightning flash. A huge grin splitting her features as she leans in and whispers to Luke's ear along. Her voice is so quiet, he'll have to strain to hear it over the rest of the din in the room. Chortling once more, Zorbo looks upon Salin at his bold pronouncement. "koks an ozzon hoja cotta boska" Malicious amusement lights in his gaze as he grins at some private thought. Then, voice is made to that thought. "anar meoso hotch meoso" declares Zorbo, motioning to Kathryn beside him. "meoso boko ri"Take them to the Pit!"meoso vendall hoja farbe bu varl che san varl meoso mejo hool cotta va ma boko vendall eniki tar vo tagwa alay bo shuda meoso boska alay vendall an novio auber koks tar ma hotch ba san zafar hutt varl bu auber"It would appear you are unneeded, for this man has already made an agreement with me."an mejo alay auber no boko tar molga varl tar boska eniki eniki tar hool eniki"Ah, yes. Captain Lazure. I have one of your crew, it is true. He made bold pronouncements and demands of me, thus offending my.. sensibilities if you will. However, I am not without mercy. Choose your reward: The credits, or your crewman."an mejo hoja no When Kathryn meets Luke's gaze, the Jedi Master seems to shrink a little. His shoulders heave and then fall slowly. He shares another look with Ranma... are the two of them communicating somehow? He is a Jedi, it's entirely possible. He leans into Ranma so that he might hear her whisper, then looks back toward her, a frown showing at first. Then he murmurs a response into her ear, before letting out another sigh and decidedly pushing himself up from his seat. Setting his jaw and fixing his posture, he approaches the dias, moving to stand nearby Sadim. "Chairman Gnik," he says, bowing his head in greeting. Then, to Zorbo. "Illustrious Zorbo." He bows down at the waist, showing the respect a Hutt expects, even though it may not exactly show in his eyes. Luke turns back to face Sadim and offers a translation. "Master Zorbo compliments you on your eloquent speaking, Chairman. He is asking what kind of compensation you will offer him in exchange for heeding your request." He pauses as the Hutt speaks again, turning to observe Zorbo and listen to the words spoken in Huttese. He turns back to Sadim in order to translate. "The illustrious Zorbo is also accepting his prisoner's terms. He is to fight the woman slave." Luke takes a step back as the guards move in to manhandle Salin and Kathryn into position. He fixes Kathryn with an apologetic look, before setting his jaw and lifting his head somewhat, arms folded over each other. Zorin remains still a moment longer until the message finally reaches him. The Kel Dor searches through the din of the crowd until his gaze rests on Mira. He doesn't recognize her at first, but the message combined with his unique senses put two and two together. Zorin Pol doesn't recognize the person she is with, but that doesn't really matter to him much. The Kel Dor carefully gets up and makes his way over casually taking a seat near them. A dry chuckle escapes him as he sits with his back to Zorbo and the others, angling his head to speak to Mira. "Find some hobbies, they said. Do something unexpected, they said." He coughs slightly, "Sitting around counting rocks is a lot safer, I imagine." When Luke steps up to speak, the Kel Dor turns around. The metalic cylindar hidden beneath his vest is starting to burn a hole. "I've got a .." Don't say it. "..bad.. feeling about this." He had to say it. When Zorbo agree's to his proposal, but changes the outcome of it, Salin's allowing the sneer to return to his lips as his head turns so that he can settle his eyes back on the large form of the Hutt. The sneer returns to his lips as he takes a half step forward, heedless of the guards. "That was not the agreement! Nor, will I accept such terms." As the guards move in towards him, he's allowing his attention to shift to the closet one, the sneer begin to work his way into a smirk as he settles his feet apart at shoulder's width. It would seem, that now, the man is not so inclined to oblige the Hutt's requests. (speaking in Basic) The man fights the woman for his freedom, she smirks, how dead was too dead for a doctor to resessitate the body? She contemplates and regards the woman and the Salin. She shakes her head, "By the contract that the Harlot has with the Galatic Swoop League, that man," she points to Salin, "is to remain free for the duration of the swoop races." Her hand returns to her pocket. "There is to be no death match, for if he dies, then well, I am honour bound to fullfill all terms of my contract." The feral grin spreads, she grasps the familiar metal orb in her pocket, just in case she pushes the right buttons. "Air," she nods to Salin, "Guard." How the woman translates that will probably be different than how Sarge would. Oh such a wonderful day. Zurak or creds, she snerks, "You /will/ return my crewman to me, unharmed, unscathed. If your ego is softer than your hide, it is not Zurak's fault that he managed to bruise it." She lowers her voice, "If he is harmed I will have compensation." She does not let up on her glare upon the Hutt. He outweighed her, but she wasn't the type to back down. And she was in a bad mood, her head throbbing from the hangover. Kathryn struggles to pull farther away from the Hutt, the disguest in her expression clear. Her gaze flashes out over the 'audience' once more, seeking... something. Returning to the area of the bar, she watches Luke's shrug, one brow lifting. Something in her eyes fades, though she dips her head in the slightest of nods. When he moves up to stand near Sadim, her eyes lower and she looks away. Looking up at Zorbo as he makes his pronouncement, she narrows her gaze, "Absolutely not." Tugging on the chain, she tries to regain distance from the slug only to almost fall when she is released into the 'tender mercies' of his guards. Such a recalcitrant guest. Taistil frowned a bit as he heard the Hutt's declaration as to, as it would seem, resolve the situation, even if that seemed somewhat unlikely. "kitonek neela owu lawunori lut okaro alcapili neela" he mutters to himself. Still, he had a feeling that the overall situation was far from positive, and that statement may well not be accurate. While tossing a few people into a fighting pit to battle to the death might well be something reasonable to expect from a Hutt, the whole thing left Taistil feeling uneasy. Coming here might well have been a mistake - it doubtless might prove someone counter-productive to his goals. There was another problem too: people kept talking, and it didn't appear to be in helpful ways. Not that he blamed them, from what he could gather. (speaking in Bothese) Ranma nods her head in response to Luke, then as he moves to translate, she pushes out of her chair and moves over towards the table where Kalos and Mira are sitting. Swiping a chair from one of the tables, she spins it around and drops into it, resting her arms across the back of the chair and leaning slightly towards the table to her side, "Nice place they have here, 'ey? Who would have thought a little jaunt to the pub would turn out to be so interesting." Her voice is quiet, but loud enough that those seated at Mira's table could hear her. Edging around the room, Carn keeps her Captain and Ariani in sight. Hrm... the Captain wants that man kept alive. .Salin.. hey, didn't she see him at the fiasco of a party? Well, that can be dealt with later. For the moment, the Captain has spoken. Left thumb flicking upwards, she sets the Carbine's multiple barrels to a slow spin to make sure that when the trigger is pulled, everything goes smooth. "Left flank covered." she remarks into her comm, eyeing the various guards, and his-sliminess on the dias. She rolls her neck, feeling the tension in the room actually making her feel more relaxed. Snogrutt bristles as he sees Carnylla drawing her blaster. "tar enoss bash" he shouts, raising a clawed finger and pointing it at the woman. "humph oj weeeeurgh alch squeeak" he bellows. A few of the bouncers are stirred from their relaxing positions, grumbling as they get up and start walking towards Carnylla. "toorg urk unghk bash" Snogrutt adds with a firm snufflesnort. (speaking in Gamorrean) Mira cannot help but let out a low chuckle towards the Kel Dor as he settles down across from Kalos and herself. "Oh, you and me both, buddy," she drawls, her accent ALMOST sounding Corellian all of the sudden, before she shakes her head and waves a hand. Another small sip is taken of the whiskey, before Mira sets the glass down and Mira waves her hand. "It may be safer," she notes in a soft tone, her accent back to that careful Core Worlder tone, "But you don't learn as much," she offers with a waggle of her finger before her lips part in a grin. The drama over by the dias seems to be ignored as Mira is settled easily into her chair. "You're looking good," offers the woman, with a sweeping gesture in a voice that is a little louder, a more conversational tone, her lavender eyes watching the movement of a certain figure walking away from Zorbo the Hutt beyond Zorin as she speaks to the Kel Dor. "Your trip to the races was a good one? The pit races are about to start. The man is apparently going to fight the woman, or so the Hutt wants," she notes, offering a bit of translation herself. And then Ranma Hoshiakarui, Swoop Racer, plops down into a chair at her table, and the woman nods. "Well, if it ain't Ran. Been a long time. You still racing, woman? And get your own blasted drink, woman, Kalos and Mira Styre ain't lettin' you freeload off of us anymore," she notes with a wink. A brief look of thanks to Master Skywalker is quickly interrupted by the continue degeneration of the situation into chaos. Sadim stands now he turns to the captured people and then the Bloody Harlot crew, "Enough of this you fools, this is not the way! We can hardly continue on with such bloodshed here today. Host can not be fighting the participants of our fair fete. And I can not and will not have my racers and my security attacking our noble host. I offer 50,000 credits for the release of Salin, his companion and the idiot from the Bloody Harlot, and for all fighting in this room to cease now!" Sadim's voice is firm and loud, but not quite a shout. Noting the current change in situation, Amere just sighs. He plucks the frayed, nearly destroyed toothpick from his mouth and tosses it to the ground. He reaches into the top front pocket of his overcoat and removes the small container, opens it, removes a fresh toothpick, slips it between his lips and returns the container to the pocket. He feels the dual DL-18 pistols resting in their shoulder holsters. He looks around the room at the guards and other odd, assorted company. He whispers from behind the captain, "Got your back." Ariana looks at Ash as she grins ferally, and manages to say, "I knew there was a reason I loved my Captain." That being side, the young pilot's A280 comes up, and she says, "Back away from the racer." She waits a about half a second, "Looks like you didn't." She grins, before she pulls the trigger on her A280 twice, its bolts of plasma heading towards two of the guards that Zorbo assigned to Salin. "Well...it can't always be one of those joycruises, but I'll note the last one of those I went on also got chased a little bit. There's really nowhere safe anymore so we have to side with interesting right?" Kalos replies to his table including Zorin and Ranma as he looks up at Sadim's yelling. Frowning, his hairs still covering some of his face as he drags off of his cigarra and idly looks to the floor for some form of trap door. Yeah, he's heard the stories about Jabba's. Drumming his fingertips on the table, he leans back towards Mira and looks around his table. "Fifty credits says this ends in a firefight....no that's not fair. Too predictable. Fifty credits say..." He stops as gunfire erupts. Too late. Luke stands there patiently as things begin to progress down an slippery slope. His eyes flicker toward Ariana instinctively, and as she raises the A280, his arms are on the move. Out comes the lightsaber from beneath his jacket, and it snaps to life with a green blur. He darts to the left, and with a swift motion, the lightsaber intercepts the two blaster bolts, sending them on a sudden course change into the ceiling above. He lowers the lightsaber to his side, his eyes alight and his stance widening. His voice suddenly fills the room. "Everyone, calm down. Now!" His free hand makes a gesture before him, and he sends a particularly strong influence into the room... an influence that suggests rather convincingly through the Force that violence should be avoided, at least for now. Perhaps the sight of Luke Skywalker with his lightsaber activated alone will calm things down. If not, things are bound to get ugly... then again, one of Zorbo's guards taking it in the chest would have done the same. Lingering towards the back, it was the blaster fire that drew Ysanne out finally. As she clears into the open at a flat run, she skids to a stop with her own blaster pulled and muscles flexed and ready. The Aruzan narrows her gaze as she scans the area. She moves then, fluidly and with some speed to stand in front of Zorbo, placing her lithe body as a shield to take anything that should come their way. Lowering into a ready stance, the blue maid cups the blaster with her hand, cradling the deathhammer to make her possible shots more accurate. She sights down the barrel at Ariana, but her gaze drifts slowly to those others involved. It is to Luke she stares the longest, her brows furrowing before she rolls her fingers along the blaster to keep them limber and ready. "vo boska ba che san treff duble maskie zafar" (speaking in Huttese) Okay, Ariana fired... no big surprise there. As the lightsaber snap-hisses to life, and with her barrels spinning, Carn simply lifts the front end of the Rotary Blaster minutely up towards the approaching bouncers. She smirks under her helmet, of course that's not something anyone can see, but she looks past them with her targeting sensors and remarks with a mildly digitized distortion of her voice, "Relax boys. Big Bad Jedi guy seems to have things under control." Of course, she's watching for anyone who plans to do anything aggressive (aside from Ariana who -always- plans to be aggressive)... her own blaster twitching to lock her targeting sensors on Ysanne even as the six barrels aim her way. "Easy now." she suggests, her own voice mildly amplified. "I'm sure you don't want this to get out of hand." A slight smirk plays across her features as Ranma settles into the chair a bit more comfortably. She nods her head with a quiet laugh, "Of course I'm still racing. Not doing good. But racing." She puts on a face of fake indignation at the last comment though, "I never freeload. I always charge for my services." The wink is returned as she watches the proceedings from the corner of her eye. She had been hoping things would settle themselves nice and quietly, but the two shots of blaster fire quickly quell that notion. Her head spins quickly to look towards the center of the drama, sending loose tendrils of hair whipping about her head in a tight arc as she does. Her head finishes the arc just in time to see the bolts splatter on the ceiling and she lets out a slight groan. Skywalker's words to the crowd don't get any kind of a response from her, as she really didn't want to have to fight her way off planet. She grins a little and looks over to Mira with a smirk, "Just like old times. Don't ya think?" Only this time instead of being overly weak from a crash, she's slightly buzzed from downing two glasses of the bartender's strongest. Sadim's face turns red with anger than could consume worlds. Whether he sees Luke's attempts to calm the situation would be hard to say, but he is fixated on ending this with minimal violence, regardless of how foolish the attempt may be. Shouting now, Sadim says, "No! There will be no armed rescues today, there will be no conflict outside the pit. Having you Harlots learned nothing from the fiasco at the Ball? Not every solution comes at the ends of blade or blaster. You were hired to provide protection for the races, you can not perform that duty be violently rescuing a racer from the hands of the owner of the track. How the frag do you expect business to continue like that. I again offer 50,000 credits for the release of the three prisoners and the end of this conflict and I shall be most disappointed if those terms are not accepted by EVERYONE!" Taistil flinches at the sight and sound of blaster fire, half ducking down to take cover before noticing the brilliant blade of a lightsaber activating. The Bothan's eyes widen as he slowly stands himself up. This was a first for him, to say the least - in fact, a lot of what was going on now was really a first. Still, regardless, the idea of rushing himself out of the building seemed like a positive idea, but at this point he was worried of the reaction his movement might incite. Snogrutt could hardly be called violent, standing there in his apron and a platter of cookies. He points again at Carnylla and then Ariana, barking at the bouncers. The bouncers glance at once another, then to Carnylla. "No weapons, you have to leave... now." one of the older men says, "You too..." he adds with a glare to Ariana, "And you.. won't be allowed back." Of course the bouncers are armed, a variety of hold-outs and blaster pistols coming out from jackets, even a few shotguns from the bouncers at the door. Zorin's hand immediately goes to his vest reaching for his familiar weapon but he abruptly stops. Luke looks like he has things handled, and the Kel Dor didn't come planning to start swinging his weapon quite yet. For now he falls silent and looks towards the Jedi Grandmaster in wait. No reason to throw himself to the wolves. The Kel Dor reaches out with his senses and attempts to get a full grasp on the volatile situation, hoping that the whole ordeal will end with everyone's limbs still attached. Consideration is given to Sadim's words, and Zorbo nods his grotesque head. "zafar molga gana anar meoso molga" Too late. Ariana's blaster roars to life, and the Hutt presses himself upwards instantly. Perhaps not the wisest course of action, as it provides a much larger target, but the Hutt is obviously angry now. "bau chowbaso" he roars, his gutteral tongue billowing forth, echoing in the cantina, and up from the pit below. "an no achuta boska mejo andoba dopa meekie bu cro bau meoso molga ma cotta auber" The gutteral speech of the Hutt may not be understood by all, but one thing is certain: Zorbo is furious. "yerno" Zorbo greets with a touch of animosity; however,it seems not directed towards the Jedi Master himself. "ateema varl bau che cro novio hutt alay auber yerno yerno anar auber beesga hotch anar auber vo cro andoba ateema zafar mee jewz ku anar novio" (speaking in Huttese) To Ysanne, Zorbo merely states, "hotch bau bu ri hool dopa meekie" (speaking in Huttese) Though Salin was going to resist the effort's of the guards, who were going to direct him to the pit, he was not expecting to hear the sound of blaster fire. There's a snap of his head to the side, eyes focusing on where it came from and then he's offering a muted curse to himself. He still, watching as Luke bats the bolts aside before his attention shifts back to Sadim and then to Zorbo, before finally moving over towards Kathryn. (speaking in Basic) The arrival of the dark skinned near human is hardly noticed if at all and neither does he realize the hornets nest he just missed. But the words of the Hutt ring throughout the room and Tahn is not amused by what he hears. But fun is fun and this situation had potential for it to be very much so. He leans forward to see where he might find drinks, providing anyone is available or ducking from the Hutt's rage. Decidedly, Luke snaps the lightsaber off, as if to demonstrate his will to act without violence going forward. While he keeps the weapon wielded in his hand and ready at his side, he does not seek any additional action. "Chairman," he speaks with a strong and calm voice. "The illustrious Zorbo accepts your offer. This conflict will end now, so long as the girl, the racer, and..." He pauses, his eyes narrowing a little. "And the harlot leave. Immediately." He turns then, facing the pit and those inside. His eyes stray from Salin to Kathryn, as if waiting to make sure they leave. No Jedi Mind Tricks. Yet. Kalos continues to sip his whiskey, eyeballing the drawn weapons with a look of confusion on his face. Shaking his head a few times, he tsks. Getting a bitter scowl on his face, he drags off of his cigarra and ashes it, looking around the people with their guns drawn. Considering for a moment, he scratches the side of his head and gets that look on his face. "How dare they draw weapons in great Zorbo's presence..." He comments quietly. "...unless to defend him and his men that is. Right good of that guy to defend those guards..." He shakes his head. "Good whiskey though..." He raises his voice. "I'd take it or folks." The situation deteriorates badly and quickly. Concern for Salin grows to concern for all, as the possibility of violence escallates. The area is too closed, the crowd too thick. Someone is going to be hurt, and badly. The sound of blaster bolts comes and Kathryn cringes, both because the guards are aimed at and because she is not sure where the bolts are going. Then, Luke deflects the bolts into the ceiling and relief wars with consternation in her eyes. Finally, the Hutt puts an end to hostilities, and the guards that are hustling her toward the pit ease back. Shaking off a final touch, she turns and walks stiffly toward Salin. Speaking quietly, for his ears alone, she sighs, "Let's get Kaley and get out of here. Before things change." Lavender eyes flick towards Zorin has his hand starts to move, and Mira reaches out with a smile to playfully punch the man in the arm. "See, it all worked out! Zorbo accepted Chairmen Gnik's offer. Leave it to a Hutt to be motivated by credits," she notes, though her eyes do not reflect the amusement in her voice. Mira then looks back over to Ranma as she reaches for her drink again. "As a recall, this is a little less violet than old times. Hopefully it'll stay that way," she notes, lifting her glass in a bit of a toast. "Never a dull moment, though. I hate dull moments," she offers. A nod is given to Kalos as she waves a hand to a server. "Let's buy him a drink when this is all done," she offers, "And that was foolish, firing on a Hutt's guards on a Hutt's planet...." Of course, Talia takes just the right time to return from the bathroom. Looks like one of the drinks didn't quite agree with her... She looks over the varied drawn weapons, and sighs disgustedly. "Well, that didnae take too long..." says she, sarcastically. Her own weapons stay hidden for the moment, but she decides to look for cover, preferring the better part of valour, or perhaps looking for a better place to shoot from if things turn south... Pew pew, goes Ariana's A280. She did give a warning. Ash shrugs mentally, the crazy one was learning to pause before firing. It was a step in the right direction. The swift movement of azure is noted, but Ash doesn't move into a battle stance, she does, however turn at the click-hiss of a lightsaber. Ash levels a dark glare at Sadim at his words. She will smack some sense into him. "Weapons holstered," she says to her crew, her eyes back to the Hutt. "My crew will leave first. I will leave when my crewman is returned." She had agreed to not getting the creds from the contest in exchange for her crewman, "But I am firm. If Zurak was harmed, I will want compensation." She continues to think, eying the bouncers, but she wasn't that concerned yet. Some words are heard but she remains focused and steadfast. "Harlots, return to the ship." Her hands remain in her pockets. Eyeing the guards approaching her, Carn murmurs through her helmet amplifier. "I do not take orders from you. You would do well to..." and then Ash's commands filter through the room. Her thumb clicks the barrel's power-induced spin off and she lowers the weapon. "I do however, take orders from her." And she starts to step backwards towards the door so she can keep an eye on people in the room. She's not going to -leave- till Ariana and Zurak are at the door, and then she'll be the last of the -crew- to leave.. leaving the Captain behind as commanded. Ariana shoulders her A280, even as she gives a dark look towards the woman with the pistol at her. "You'll get yours," she murmers as she stands there, before she looks over at Zorbo. As she listens to the translations that buzz through her comm courtesy of Carnylla, she eyes the Hutt. "I'm glad that this time I got a chance to defend myself, instead of just being in a collar and an exceedingly ridiculous outfit. As for the shooting, next time, don't break your own events rules. Things go smoother." She winks, and then adds with a cheery smile, "Have a nice day." Turning her back on the Hutt, she saunters right on out of the place, head held high as if she owned the place. Tahn breaks out into a chuckle as the phrase, Harlots, return to the ship used. "Oh emphasis on the bloody...I see." the jet skinned being beams a smile at the scene before him and waves for a drink. Granted he doesnt see anyone in particular, so it was blind wave and hope. Amere glances from side to side. The Jedi boy was quick. Probably just saved them all a whole lot of trouble too. Not to mention Sadim's large "peace offering". At least the situation was handled. "See ya back at the ship," he whispers to the captain as he slowly turns to walk out of the bar, chewing hard on the toothpick. As Carnylla aims down upon her, Ysanne turns her gaze upon the Mandalorian, those sapphire eyes becoming hard as glaciers. A darkness sweeps over her and as the Hutt relays his orders to his blue bodyguard, the Aruzan slowly nods, the silken strands of midnight blue hair shifting with it. Her legs remain slightly parted, one infront of the other as she breathes slowly, hands steadying the deathhammer. She keeps the barrel aimed upon Ariana though, as if daring her to try. Consideration is given to each and the bodyguard listens to look, whispering something beneath her breath as she rolls her shoulders, keeping herself limber and at the ready. "Your greatness, shall we truly let them go for their transgression?" She asks firmly, gazing to each in turn and then finally upon Salin and his friends. Her brows furrow deeply, her chin lifting as she keeps her gaze on Ariana for a long while after her words, not replying in kind. Snogrutt glares at Carnylla. "urk yo-ungh squeeak cho etj humph ooeee oj weeeeurgh uhhh weeeeurgh etj cho weeeeumph ooaah weeeeurgh um yo-ungh weeeeunch ocha weeeeumph eeeg kurrr gragh trrg weeeeurgh" he says, pointing a finger at Ariana. "alch ubwa oj honra duh weeeeumph unghk urk uhhh alch ubwa shreik ubwa allgh alch yo-ungh trrg etj ooaah etj uoo weeeeumph" (speaking in Gamorrean) "oso novio" Zorbo states simply to Ash. "che ri farbe bu" A call goes forth, and one of his guards disappears. Some moments later, Zurak is brought in from a back room, and presented before Ash. "hool alay ozzon" the Hutt adds, almost as an afterthought. "novio achuta hutt eniki hutt mejo va tagwa ba mee jewz ku da dejar bu" His attention then shifts to Salin and Kathryn, a meaty hand flicking to dismiss the pair. "hutt treff" he states. "hutt koks tagwa gana tar" (speaking in Huttese) With his freedom secured, Salin remains quiet as he's unbound and his gear is returned to him. Securing everything in place, he allows the right hand to settle loosely against the handle of the whip at his right side. Eyes flicker over towards Kathryn and he's giving her a slow nod, "Let us return to the Embrace, Kate." Then, his gaze are shifting over towards Sadim and he's offering the man a slight nod of his head, "I will see that you are compensated for your efforts, Gnik. Rest assured." Then, the man begins to make his way towards the exit, though he does pause long enough to cast a look over his shoulder, one that is levelled entirely at Zorbo, "Rest assured, Hutt, that this is not over. I will extract my revenge, ten fold, for the transgression that you've wrought." (speaking in Basic) Kalos can't help but feel a little bit of pitty for Zurak, watching the man get pulled out to be handed over. Frowning a little, he stubs out his cigarra and downs the last of his whiskey. From his table, he leans over to Mira and shakes his head. "Why is it that once the guy is freed from the Hutt, he thinks it's a good idea to -threaten- the Hutt?" He muses, watching Salin from a distance. Finally, at Zorbo's words regarding her Rodian, Ash nods and then turns back to look at the bothan and the pair of humans. Yes, under that armour, Ash knows what resides. "Return to the ship," she says firmly. "We will geroya later," she promises her companions. Carnylla will let them know what the single word means. She turns back to the hutt and quirks a brow. "A communique?" she snickers, it was an interesting way to get her attention. She counts off, the Rodian, Salin and the woman with him are freed. That leaves Kaley. No doubt her freedome will be granted soon enough. She shrugs slightly, her hands still in the pockets, "When would you like to have this meeting? I owe a man a drink and intend to see it through." Ash turns slightly to look to Luke then inclines her head to him, "If you would do me the honour." She smiles and then her eyes follow Salin as he moves to the door. Kate? Ash looks back to the woman. Something important perhaps. Silently, she listens to Salin's words and keeps the smile from her features. Though again, she believes that this has been a rather amusing day. Taistil lets out slow breath as the situation seems to be resolved - and without more shooting, which made it all the better. Given his reluctance to involve himself in any sort of cross-fire, the Bothan was rather pleased. The whole ordeal was even enough to make him consider getting past his general frugalness that had come about from his life's current situation and to by a drink. He moves from his position at the wall close to the entrance of the Cantina, toward the bar. "Am I the only one here who doesnae understand Slug-ese?" murmers Talia, as she checks out the apparent standing down, and gets back out of the way of the table she was behind for a short period of time, with one foot on the legs. "And does this kind of thing happen here often?" she adds, considerably louder, and more easily heard. One brow lifts a little as Salin turns toward the exit. She clears her throat, but whatever she was going to say is interrupted when one of the guards brings her a bundle containing her things. Accepting it, she checks to be sure that everything is in order. Once finished, she turns and follows Salin. However, she pauses to incline her head to Gzik, "Thank you, Commissioner. Your intercession was timely and appreciated." As she speaks, her gaze slips past the man to Luke. The look lingers, but whatever emotion rests behind the look remains hidden from view. Turning then, she walks after Salin Tahn snaps his fingers at the bar as events seem the settle down, well the galaxy was a big place and violence as much a part of life as breathing and living. Beside Ash's crew were gremlins for such antics, where they went chaos and violence followed. In time. "cotta tar novio an mee jewz ku ateema" comes the expected reply from the Hutt. "ba dopa meekie cro da anar ateema cro mejo ba no farbe no anar achuta hotch" With that said, Zorbo looks upon Luke. "hoja an ba" (speaking in Huttese) Too many hours have been spent sitting in this holding pen, wonder where he had gone wrong. Zurak was almost certain that he understood Hutts and had negotiated accordingly. He hinted at the giant creatures own greatness, the potential for profit, and even the chance to gain the services of a capable group of mercenaries. Perhaps it was his own inexperience that had allowed an insult slip out when only praise was intended but not truely believed, or perhaps the Hutt just was not in the mood to allow what he would consider a peasant speak of such things before him. Even towards the end, the Rodian believed that Ash may be able to negotiate a contract with Zorbo. His interest seemed to be slightly perked, his own lack of physical abuse apparent to that fact. As fate would have it, no such contract was to be born today. A gammorean waddles up to the pen, unlocking it with a large key bound to a large steel ring. The gate resists the movement as it is opened with a louch screech, nearly drowning out the creates incomprehensible banther. It motions with its weapon at the Hunter, indicating that he is to move. Having heard the blaster fire, Zurak deduces that rescue has arrived. He only hopes that the mere two shots wasent his rescuers being gunned down above him. With a sense of uneasiness, the Rodian walks forward know that an angry lookign gamorrean walks behind with a large axe ready to strike. Approaching the hall and Zorbos Dias, Zurak sights his crew still standing but not without tension. His own walk towards them is filled with mixed emotions. Shame for having failed in his endevour, one in which he -knew- the risk was fargreater than the reward. He had, however, placed a much greater value on the experience and knowledge the meeting would bring. There was also fury, an almost untamable rage directed towards Zorbo the Hutt himself. Despite his disgusting features and sloth like appearance, Zorbo could at least work with a sense of honor and dignity. Instead there is only self importance and a sick manical sense of humor. All of this is no doubt, done simply to entertain himself. It is shame however, that takes hold the most as he is presented before his crew and unbound. Looking back, he gives his captor the Gamorrean a slight bow. It was as his clan Elder had said, "Even enemies can show respect." The hunter walks forward towards the crew, the chainmail of his armor rustling as he does so. Nothing had been taken, and no harm given. It is easy for all to see. As he nears Ash, Zurak offers a slight bow to her as well. "Captain", are the only words he mutters. But is tone tells much more. He is sorry and ashame, and deeply grateful for the rescue. Salin pages: You going to be around this evening, by any chance? Sadim takes a long deep sigh as the situation slowly starts to calm down. He chuckles to himself for a moment, thinking back to the fact that just a couple of years ago he didn't even have the sort of money that he has not offered as a bribe. He first turns his attention to the parting Salin and Kathryn. He nods his head and states, "I am glad I could be of help." Turning specifically to Salin he states, "I believe we will have much for us to discuss in the near future, some of it unrelated to this." Sadim then slowly steps away from the position he had as the central figure in front of the Hutt, walking over to the Jedi Master whose introduction into this provided such a great help. As he moves close enough to be easily heard he nods politely to Luke and says, "My deepest appreciation for your assistance Master Skywalker. I know this whole situation is one of a certain, awkwardness for you, but your assistance in ending the tension was most fortitous for everyone." Mira arches an eyebrow, considering something a moment, before turning to Kalos at her table. "Well, some people appear to be that way," she notes in her careful, cultured accent. A nod is given to the Kel Dor and to Ranma at her table in silence, before she picks up her drink. The whiskey is swirled lazily as lavender eyes glance about the bar and the woman with the pink stripes in her hair considers something curiously, before she motions to the server to go give that offer of a drink to Skywalker as she suggested earlier. "I like meeting people, Kalos. We need to get out more often," she notes. From afar, Salin nodsnods, "I'm going to use that time to come back and harass Zorbo, since he's still holding a particular captive who Salin needs released. But after that, if you're around, Salin will seek ou out. Luke Skywalker does not miss the look that Kathryn gives him. He meets her gaze for a few long seconds, but otherwise shows nothing in his expression. He bows his head then to Zorbo the Hutt. He speaks in response, while sticking the lightsaber back into its rightful place on his belt. The old Rogue Squadron bomber jacket shifts to conceal it once more. "Thank you, Mighty Zorbo." Then, the Jedi Master gives his attention to Sadim. He offers the Commissioner a genuine smile, though subdued, and gestures slightly. "No need for apology, Commissioner. It is the role of a Jedi to dissuade violence whenever possible, regardless of setting or acquaintance. I am glad that it worked..." His voice drops in volume, so that only Sadim and those right nearby might hear. "Sometimes lightsabers don't quiet people down." He brightens again, lifting his voice. "I've a great respect for the GSL, it would've been sad for this situation to put a spoil on the races." He lifts his eyebrows, and then asks, "If you'd excuse me..." Turning, Luke meets Ash's expression. He smiles politely at her, and steps toward her so that he might speak without the whole bar overhearing. "That's kind of you. However, I worry that it might make Hoshiakarui jealous. She's got one hell of a left hook." He winks toward Ash in a friendly way. "Perhaps another time, hmm?" The deathhammer does not lower, not till the three women start to leave. Even Salin received a pointed gaze as the blue female shifts and straightens. Her chin lifts and calmly she watches Sadim step away and then lowers her deathhammer. Skywalker. Peering curiously at the man and then his lightsaber, her gaze flickers for a moment and she turns, gazing at Zorbo before she inclines her head gracefully, midnight blue hair trailing to rest on her cheek as she holds her posture slightly abeyant. "Forgive me for not being more responsive." She intones, before slowly rising and letting her slender body align once more. Looking from Mira to Ranma and then to Luke, Kalos continues to speak with Mira quietly at their table. Arms folded across his bare chest, he smirks and motions for one of the servers. Pointing to the bottle and holding up three fingers, he's ordering some for the road. "We should, we should, but before we go we should hit the market and see what we've got here for us..." He adds, gazing around the room. His eyes fall on Sadim and he nods approvingly. He would have lost the bet he was going to make..." Ash nods, "Oh, I wouldn't dare to do that," she smiles sweetly at the Hutt, her tones anything but sweet. The woman has proven herself capable of being wiley. As Zurak comes out, she watches him, studying him. A smile, much more sincere, comes upon her lips. She inclines her head slightly to the Hutt, the only sign of respect that she has given him as of yet. She was not a groveller. Stepping forward, Ash puts a hand on his shoulder, "Phrata leader, it is good to see you are well," she says then moves that hand to raise his head. There was no anger in her eyes. Leaning forward she whispers to him. There's another nods and then she turns about, "Come Zurak." She smiles at Luke again, "I would be honoured to have her and you on board for a drink. The longue is decked out wonderfully, with artwork." She turns and looks to Ranma, "Yes, bring her," returning her eyes to Luke. She didn't know if the woman he spoke of was Ranma or another, Ash only know the swooper's first name, but she is allowed to make the occassional assumptions. "Now, if you excuse me, I have business to take elsewhere," she grins, chaos, mayhem, it was normal as air to her. She inclines her head a little deeper to Luke before stepping away. She moves to the door and if he's still there, regards Salin for a moment as she waits for Zurak to remember his pride and stand tall. He had done well, from the reports she had gotten. Taistil steps up to the bar and frowns a bit, considering what he should actually order. It was around this time that he realized that ordering something alcoholic was probably a rather bad idea - and not just because of his dwindling saving. Rather, he became aware that his last meal was sometime during the prior day. Something strong in an empty stomach wouldn't lead anywhere good for him. He drums his fingertips on the bar's counter top in consideration. Just before she and Salin step out the door of the Piglet, Kathryn turns a glance back over her shoulder. Once more, Luke is focused on, but this time for only a moment. Then, without looking at anyone else, the pair leave. Luke bows his head again to Lazure, his smile turning into a smirk. "That sounds agreeable. I will be in contact with you." Once Zurak has been released, and sent towards the exit of the place.. only then will Carn step out. She is bound and determined to be the last one other than the Captain, of her team to depart. Of course, for the moment, the guards working for Zorbo are largely ignored until such time as Zurak reaches her. "Vod." she murmurs softly and then she steps out after the Rodian. So much summed up in that one word... Mira's head nods to Kalos in answer to his suggestion. "Oh, you KNOW I'm all for shopping at the market. Walking through it to come here, all the shops," she says with a grin. "Saw some nice parts for the ship, sure we don't need them now, but you never know when we might. Not to mention, there's been some upgrades I've been wanting to make to the astromech," she notes. Lavender eyes fall upon bits and pieces of groups in the Drunken Piglet, just people here and there. Finally they stop on the woman that the Jedi Grand Master is speaking with and Mira shakes her head before finishing off the last little bit of whiskey in her glass. With a very soft voice, she comments, pouring herself just a little more, "Something about her, I just do not trust. Ran, be careful." Tahn slinks down in his seat and props his feet up on a nearby stool, his arms draping back on the bar as he watches the Manic Mando wait for her compatriot. Of the group, that one was the most amusing. It was nice just being in the background as it were. Though the Jedi wasnt a plus, he remembered Skywalker from the days spent chasing Karrde. "Reminder to self: Next time I come t' a Hutt controlled world, bring some bloody body armor." Talia shakes her head once again, this time a little less careful with the volume of her voice... "So, does anyone know whot the Big Guy said, anyway?" She seems a little out of her element, the obsidian one standing now. A nod is given the blue woman. "bo shuda ma varl meoso koks ba san hool molga" he states simply. However, eyes soon turn upon Sadim. "andoba san chowbaso an farbe ba boska esoog oso" That said, Sadim now holds his complete focus. (speaking in Huttese) Sadim nods politely to Luke and says, "Well I do endeavour to create an atomsphere in this galaxy where people regardless of their politics can interact with each other in a friendly entertaining environment....sadly it is not as safe as we might hope but hopefully the cooperation necessary to get it to work will help create a better galaxy for all of us. But if you will excuse me, I have a transaction to complete." Sadim then heads over to Zorbo's position and once again prostrates himself before the Hutt before handing the amount of credits agreed upon to Zorbo's attendant. "I do hope Lord Zorbo that we will be able to continue the races this evening in the spirit with which they started, I will be most honoured by your presence at our humble activity for the glory of your fine planet." Snogrutt gives a frown as Ariana leaves without paying for damages. Seeming to be in a bit of a huff, he waves for the bouncers to return to their work before he turns to trudge towards the manager's office, still keeping his cookies with him, it seems the piggy is in need of some comfort foods this evening. There is a nod from the Aruzan before she turns gracefully and moves to stand next to Zorbo. Her blue eyes settle on Sadim as well. The bodyguard tilts her head in consideration as she smoothes the holster clasp over her deathhammer. Poor thing didn't get to fire. She smiles faintly to herself, though it is short lived. She falls into a passive mode of listening, her eyes going distant, though her attention completely given. Tahn perks up at the mention of the races and then beams, his voice rises in tone. "Who is favored for the race?" he finally gets his drink and pulls himself to his feet. The long silver hair slides around his shoulders as he steps somewhat more into view for Sadim to note. Luke bows his head to Sadim, quietly needing not to say another word. He turns and walks back toward the table bearing Ranma, Mira, and Kalos. He reaches into his pocket, retrieves a small piece of flimsy, and bats the back of Mira's head with it. He smirks rougueishly and plops the piece of flimsy onto the table in front of Mira, then pinches her in the shoulder. "Oh, wait," he blinks. "Wrong 'her'!" He shoots Ranma a humored grin, then grabs a seat with his hand, scoots it out, and sits down. He gives Ranma a look, and shrugs his shoulders. "It looks like you've got some competition there," he quips, his eyes mirthful. "She's even daring enough to invite you /along/." He tsks, then looks aside as a server brings him a drink. His eyes peruse those at the table suspiciously, before curling his hand around it and lifting it to his mouth. Kalos grins to Mira and watches the room. Looking to Talia, he can't help but chuckle at her openness, not wanting to oust himself to answer any over her questions. The three bottles are brought over, and he pays for them, pouring another glass for himself and his wife while they relax. Taking her boots, he props them in his lap and raises his glass to her. "To awkwardness." He says with a wink. She'll get it. "Ack!" falls out of Mira's lips as she is smacked in the back of the head with the flimsy and leans forward in surprise. The woman then smiles broadly at the Jedi, an innocent air given to the smirk, before she sticks her tongue out at the man in a petulant manner. Mira just shakes her head and lifts her glass, before pointing at Luke's. "That's from me. And as I just told Ran, and Kalos," she offers, pointing to the man next to her with a wink, "Something about her I don't trust. Maybe it's the crew she's hired," she offers, before frowning, her careful accent slipping just a bit as she relaxes into a more playful mood. A faint shake of her head sends brown and pink braids flipping from side to side as she reaches up to rub her pinched shoulder. "You are a snot, by the way," she notes to Luke. "Has anyone ever told you that?" she asks lifting her drink to her lips. "A snot," she emphasizes returning to that careful, cultured Core Worlder accent. Of course, Mira doesn't quite get a drink yet. Instead, her boots are grabbed by Kalos and placed in his lap and the woman stares at her husband. There is a cough, a hint of a flush to her cheeks, then she laughs outright. "To awkwardness," she notes in amusement and lifts her glass in response, shaking her head again at the toast, before hurriedly taking a sip. Lavender eyes watch Kalos, making certain he doesn't yank on her legs while she's trying to drink so she doesn't spill on herself. Taistil leans himself against the bar, wondering if this was the sort of place he could also pick up a small meal at. Then again, even if it was, it didn't seem likely that this was the sort of place he'd one to pick one up at. He places an elbow on the counter top and rests his head in his hand as he slowly sinks into thought of what his next moves should be. Luke grins winningly at Mira, then lifts his glass along with the others at his table. "Akwardness." He downs his drink quickly, leaving the glass empty on the table. "I dunno," he offers toward Mira. "You never know what you're going to learn when you meet new people." He cants his head toward Ranma. "Besides, Ran can handle competition. I don't think she's got anything to worry about." He glances toward the violet-haired swooper, giving her a goodnatured smile, though his eyes hint at something a bit more personal. Talia sighs a little bit at that, now maintaining her silence. She figures it'd likely be better just to shut up, it might seem, as she heads for the bar area itself... Long does silence hang in the air after Sadim's words, and the attendant collects the amount of credits offered. Long does Zorbo's gaze remain upon the prostrate form of the Chairman. Finally, however, he nods but once. "bu tagwa mee jewz ku andoba farbe bau duble maskie boko bu koks che bo shuda alay bo shuda cro bo shuda" This pronouncement given, Zorbo does not seem to worry if this appeases the man or not. Instead, he turns towards the exit, motioning for Ysanne to remain behind. (speaking in Huttese) The slender Aruzan listens to the Hutt's words, understanding perfectly as she turns to watch him go. She says nothing to him, but once he leaves his resting place, she strides down towards the bar, remainging within the Drunken Piglet as requested. The glint of silver at her back beneath the sash at her waist hints at possibly more weapons than just the deathhammer on her hip. Retrieving the discarded cowl, which had been removed in haste at the sound of blaster fire, Ysanne lays it over her arm. Smiling faintly to herself, she taps the bar top. "Water please." She says, pushing her midnight blue strands of hair from her face. Raising his glass to Luke in return, Kalos nods to the man and sips the drink. "Awkwardness never fails it seems. Good job, by the way." He notes, downing the last of the glass. Dropping a tip onto the tables, he nods to Skywalker. "See you around." He offers before he starts to escort Mira out of the bar, heading away with the bottles in his hand. "Thanks," says Luke to Kalos. As Kalos and Mira make to leave, Luke leans over, murmurs something to Ranma, then rises. The swooper rises as well with a smirk, takes Luke by the arm, and the two of them make to leave the Drunken Piglet, following in the others' footsteps though decidedly not 'with' them. Tahn regards the woman and the silver glint at her back, water ordered. Ah no fun there, he muses silently to himself. But the water was a clear indicator of the the womans mentality. He has met the sort before and Hutts generally keep the best at their side. he offers a polite nod to here as the water is delivered. A little bit more of the whiskey is pulled from the glass and Mira then nods to the Jedi Grand Master. "There are certainly some interesting folks about in this galaxy," she notes, before flashing a smile and nod to Ranma. "Yeah, Ran's not the one I'm worried about," she offers teasingly to the man with a wave of her hand over her shoulder. There is a pause as she reaches up to rub where she was pinched once more, before she wraps an arm about Kalos' own and walks out with her husband. Taistil looked toward the woman who had just arrived at the bar and ordered, quite simply, water. He considered that for a moment after looking away again andn odded his head. "Good plan," he said softly to himself before ordering much the same. Food would be handy, of course, but the drink sounded better for the time being. Taking up the expected water, the Aruzan eyes the pit and moves towards it after a few sips, leaving the clear liquid for now. No need to befuddle her thoughts. Tossing dark hair from her shoulder as she pauses near the edge. Fingers curl around the railing as she leans over and then looks about. There is a not given the barmen and Ysanne holds up her finger to indicate willingness should he wish to request another. Drawing a breath, she rolls her shoulders and smirks faintly. Into the cantina, Lance arrives. Blue eyes survey the scene, though he halts only a moment at the door before proceeding inward. The scarred features of the swoop racer who not only won the G4 race on Thyferra, but also currently holds the lead in the current races. Some may recognize his distinguishing disfigured features, but he seems not to worry, striding confidently into this place with but a DY-255 holstered at his hip. Having done all he could do here, Sadim quickly makes his way toward the exit. He mutters to himself something about fresh air, and less people to take his credits. It is all incoherent, however, the bitchings of an overworked, under paid, man of entertainment.
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