KODA STATION
As the woman sat in silence a male Talpini in coveralls approached her table and nodded to her. "Are you one of the mercs who answered our call?" He asked in basic with his deep but yet still somehow squeaky voice. The woman turned and looked down on the Talpini. "Yes, I am. My name is Quetzalli. I am the pilot who answered the add." The Talpini nodded and walked over to the chair across from Quetzalli. "You are not the only one to answer the call. We should be joined shortly by two others, though I had hoped for more." The Talpini waved to the bartender who nodded and began mixing a drink without needing to be told what kind. "I am Teelai I am currently the magistrate for Koda Station. It's a pleasure, and all that." Quetzalli raised an eyebrow at Teelai. "You are 'currently' the magistrate? I'm sorry to question, but it's just that when I accepted the job I spoke to a man named Dungo who claimed HE was the magistrate for this station?" Teelai nodded, closing his eyes for a moment. "Yes indeed. I knew Dungo well. Good man. He was indeed the magistrate for the station up until a few days ago. He's dead now." Quetzalli's eyes widened as she frowned for a moment. "Dead you say? How's that? He said he was looking for pilots with combat-capable ships for a job. He said the details were delicate and he would discuss them with me when I arrived and we could settle on payment then. Is this 'job' still on?" Teelai nodded vigorously this time. "Oh yes, the job is very much still on, though whether you'll take it when you hear the details is another question entirely. Dungo's death is actually connected with the issue at hand. But then, I would rather wait for the other two to arrive before we discuss that, so I don't have to repeat myself." The bartender came over with the Talpini's drink and he thanked the man, tossing him a calamari flan for payment. It was certainly interesting how the various currencies of the galaxy made their way around given that they were almost on the other side of the galaxy from Mon Calamari. The Calamari flan was a pretty strong currency right now. If this Talpini was offering to pay in Flan, then Quetzalli was definitely interested. "I didn't come all the way out here, almost past the rim, to leave empty handed. I'm not so quick to shirk a difficult job. At the very least I'll hear you out on the details." Quetzalli glanced out at the crowds milling by and behind herself at the staircase leading up to this second level of the cantina. She wondered who else had answered the call for this job and if they had discussed payment with the former magistrate. Mostly she just wondered how long they would take to get here.
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