"Slug, you stay here, I have other work for you"

When the others leave, Borga smiles and worms his way over to you. "You know, it would not be a fair test for the others if you were with them. You knowing Damian and all. I hope your friends aren't too put off by his quirks." The hutt laughs and begins to lead you out the back door and to your old home. "We will see if they can find us here after they deal with Damians little games. That is a fair test, don't you think?" (Please reply to Borga in either spoilers or in PM's until the group meets up with the pair. It won't take long...I hope.)

"well if thats the plan I guess I will go in first that way we have protection already in place."

The gruff looking Duros walks slowly through the city, taking in the surrounding and vigilantly keeping his guard up, as per his training, always looking for potential dangers and conflict. Having seeing nothing out of the ordinary he walks into a local cantina. Doran quickly procures a corner booth and places himself directly in the corner. He places his rifle muzzle down against the wall and sits with his back to the opposite wall. This is part of his training as well. To both be able to keep an eye on his surroundings and to ensure that nobody can flank him if a confrontation should arise. This particular Duros has been in military service of some type or another since the moment he could enlist.

A particularly annoying toydarian waiter flies over to take the Doran's order. Not wanting to be bothered or draw undue attention to himself, the patron waives a dismissive hand to the waiter to shu him away.

Not taking the hint, and not wanting to let a potential tip walk away, the toydarian proceedes to list off the house "specials".

"Look", says the soldier, "I am not interested."

"Two drink minimum" replies the waiter with his hand out expectantly.

Growing more and more irritated, the Duros takes off his overcoat revealing very well muscles arms for one of his race, riddled with battle scars and a military academy tatoo, laying it over the barrel of the rifle hiding it slightly, and meaningfully, if not subtly, taps his blaster pistol in its shoulder holster. "Go away" he replies.

"Hey you can't have that in here!" the now nervous toydarian says all to loud.

"I can and I will" replies Doran.

"I'm going to get security!"

"Look, go talk to your bartender. And while you are at it, ask him if your hutt owner would like to hear that you are not providing me with the satisfactory service that I am accustomed to. Ask him how the hutt will respond to one of his part time security detail being harassed. I do some odd jobs for your boss and as a bonus, I am granted, lets say some leyway on certain house rules." He replies while tapping the handle of the blaster again smiling.

"Go on and ask him" Doran exclaims with a scowl while pointing to the bartender.

The toydarian drops his head and backs up a step, the says' "but I..." with a almost helpless look on his face.

"Look, I am waiting for some aquaintences and wish some privacy until then. If you can provide me with this and direct them to me when they arrive, you MIGHT recieve some gratudious compensation. For now, be gone." Doran says a little less gruffly but still firm.

He sits there in the security of the corner, surveying every aspect of his surroundings and waits for his companions to arrive.