The dimly lit cantina was a setting stage for many a conversation between Raxis and his fellow pilots of Ghost Squadron, and today was no different. Seated over a glass of iced tea, Raxis sits across from a striking red-headed pilot near the center of the bar as he shares words with her. Motioning with his hand towards his datapad, he can't help but grin. "So...you're probably going to roll your eyes at this Sparks, but there's a rumor of some kind of creature in space attacking a few freighters in this system. I signed us up to patrol and take a look at it." He adds, motioning to the bartender. "I tossed the tender a few credits to keep his ears open for us, but as weird as it may sound we have to patrol Ord Mantell, and even look after the ridiculous claims."