Louie's Tavern

*Xeonon walked into Louies tavern, sweat beading down his face. Why the kriff had he decided to come to this cursed world? He had a hard enough time staying cool as it was, let alone on a desert world and he cursed Gabriel for winning the game of rock paper scissors and choosing Nar Shadda. Still that was all in the past, what was important was the why he was there. Walking into the tavern he noticed Savack sitting at the bar, and he noticed something odd about his reaction to the payment. He hesitated, sure it could have meant that he was stingy with his money but this was something else he could feel it in his gut.

Walking through the silent near empty cantina Xeonon sat down on the stool beside the man whom had caught his eye. The stool beneath him creaked under the strain of holding 350 pounds of man and armour, reaching beneath his black cloak Xeonon brought out two things. One a credit chit and took a pitcher of water with ice from behind the counter. The second was a flask now empty of its contents.* Barkeep fill this up with whatever is the most expensive.

*The man took the ornate gold and jewel encrusted flask and poured in a black liquid into it, before handing it back to Xeonon.* Thats 2300 credits.

*Sliding the chit forward Xeonon tapped on it, and it showed a cool million on it. Sure it was dangerous but so was he. Looking at he fellow bar patron he nodded.* What brings you here today?

*Now Xeonon knew he did not smell the best with all of this sweat and heat, but there was no way he smelt that bad. There had to be some reason that the man leaned away, then it struck him. He had looked over the type of armour that was being worn, an Ubese. Just the type of creature he was looking for.* What a coincidence I am looking for someone to do a job for me. *His tone was neutral but he hoped that the man was not a total dumbass.*

*For a second he thought he had over done it, as the man stood up. However the gods favoured him on this day. Waiting a few seconds Xeonon stood up, his red armour in stark contrast to the buildings rather drab interior. His lightsaber clinking in plain sight on his hip daring any mandalorians or would be rabble to try and take him down.* As I was saying, I have a business opportunity for you. *Glancing around he lowered both his tone and his head* I represent a rather large group of people and as of late someone has crossed us, we need him taken care of. *Reaching beneath his black cape that hid the Solomon insignia on his back, he revealed a data pad.*

*Sliding it forward he pressed the voice unlock button* Shadow-Ewok-Corulag *Flipping it around it showed all the information on the man in question. Everything from the most known things to the smallest of information pulled from Imperial records.* What do you say?