"I don't know, mate." He noted as he took a glance at one of the Twi'Lek dancers. "Perhaps...perhaps a fuel depot for the trade route? But who cares? Let's have a good time, then maybe I could get on with my mission." Lash said, taking a huge gulp of the drink. Vash did the same, downing the entire thing with a massive grimace on his face.

"Alright, I don't plan on being here long anyway." Vash said, sliding the drink down to the far end of the bar. The Mandalorian flicked something on his helemt on and scanned the room. Vash didn't know how well he could trust him. Probably alot, if his credits held up. He would just make sure to keep his eyes open...

"So these weapons you require...These weapons. You want me to retreive them with stealth? Or any means possible?" He said, probably grinning under his mask.

"I really don't care." The Gen'Dai said, letting his gaze wonder off to one of the Twi'Lek dancers.

"I just need them, soon preferably."

"I just need them, soon preferably."

Lash wondered if Vash needed the weapons from a certain place- or if it was up to himself. Lash thought a certain person would be more fun, since he always liked to toy with others- and eventually ending them. He had a good sense of humour mostly, but sometimes he was just plain old cruel.

"Alright then, mate." He said as he took a gulp from his drink, finishing it. He slid it down to the end of the counter. "When my mission is accomplished, where shall I meet you?" He looked at a Trandoshan that was eyeing him with suspicion, and took out his two handblasters, twirled them around, and pointed one at the Trandoshan. The alien immediatly turned away.

"And is there a certain place that you wish I take these weapons- or a certain person?" He asked as he put away the guns, and watched a Bith and a Gran play Pazaak- perhaps it was in order to have a game himself.

"And is there a certain place that you wish I take these weapons- or a certain person?" The bounty hunter said. Vash thought it over for a minute.

"If it won't take too long I'll just stay here. Give me a relative time in which I'll have the weapons." Vash was about to stand up when he felt a hand grab his shoulder. He swivelled around on the stool and took a look.

The Trandoshan that Lash had scared was back, with friend, four of them. Vash let out a smile under his helmet. The Trandoshan said something in it's gutteral language that Vash couldn't understand, but he got the gist of it. He turned back to the Mandalorian.

Vash almost grabbed for his pistol, but decided that it would be better to not cause such a big comotion. He hoped Lash had picked up on his signal. Vash clenched his hand and spun. The Trandoshan landed in a head about two meters away.

Lash grimaced as the violence started. He watched Vash flip the Trandoshan, then Lash shot his hookshot at one, moved his arms in a certain way so that it circled two of the other friends, tying them up. He pulled on his arm, launching two Trandoshans at himself. He ducked, and turned just in time to see them smash against the wall, causing a slight commotion.

"Woops." Lash said, still smiling.

Vash stepped aside slightly as two entangled Trandoshans whipped passed him, and Lash, and were sent soaring into a crowd of people. vash turned back to face the two remaining aliens. He turned just in time to see one of them take a show at him.

Direct hit.

Vash felt the sting of laser hit him square in the chest. had he been moving he would have stopped dead in his tracks. Had he been a human he would have been dead. Had he not been an enraged 7 foot Gen'Dai, the Trandoshans may have had time to run.

Too bad.


Without a second of delay, Vash shot forward, his open palm slamming into the windpipe of the armed alien, slamming him onto the ground as he clutched his throat. vash quickly flung his other arm wide, backhandind the other straight into the bar. He turned and picked up the Trandoshan he had just backhanded. His face was bloody and his eyes were wide. Vash brought him close to his helmet before rearing his ehad back and slamming it into the lizards snout. He dropped the limp body and moved on to the other.

The lizard-man was still clutching his throat in agony, but had enough sense to struggle to his feet when Vash told him to. Vash "helped" the lizard to his feet before slamming his knee into the aliens groin. The alien tried to double over in pain, but Vash wouldn't let his head droop. he directed the alien's gaze to his chest.

The carbon scoring from the laser was evident, but it was quickly healing. Strands of a pink, almost fluerescent material were criss crossing quickly in the wound, and began patching up the hole. The trandoshan's mouth dropped.

Still clutching the lizard, Vash bent down and picked up the blaster. He eyed the Trandoshan momentarily, making sure he knew what was going on. He pointed the gun straight at the lizards chest, exactly where his own wound was. He saw the alien squeeze his eyes shut. Vash just smiled.

Vash left the alien on a slump in the ground, with no new holes in him, but probably a hairline fracture on his skull, the cracked blaster sitting next to him.

"They" Vash said nodding to the unconcious Trandoshans "will be picking up the tab, and the mess." He said to the bartender.

"Let's get out of here." He said to his partner.

"Good plan, mate." Lash replied as he began to follow the huge Gen'Dai.

"That was some pretty sweet moves there, mate. Have you ever considered Bounty Hunting? I could use some more competition..." he said cockily with a grin. "...and everyone could use some more credits."

Lash looked around as they walked (wherever they were going).

"I find it strange that I cannot find any Bounties here...very strange. It has never happened before."

"That was some pretty sweet moves there, mate. Have you ever considered Bounty Hunting? I could use some more competition..." Lash said, grinning under his visor.

It wasn't if Vash had never considered it, but it was more that he didn't care for the bounty hunter types. Scum. All of'em. Well, most of them. They were only there for one thing, the credits. They didn't care about the glory of the hunt, the joy it was to spend years hunting down that impossible target. The one glorious moment of finding him. It meant nothing to them. But then again, most humans, and other races with tiny lifespans, just wanted to live in luxury for their existance. Vash never understood that.

"I might consider it." Vash replied. "As for now, we need to focus on getting me some equiptment."

"I find it strange that I cannot find any Bounties here...very strange. It has never happened before." the bounty hunter said. Vash agreed. It had been pretty quiet since they got here. He wold have suspected that they would have encountered at least some questioning.

"Yeah. It seems quite convienent. Though I imagine in your line of work they almost never turn out to be as such..." Vash said and he slipped the key card into his rooms door. It slid open and he stepped in, still looking back at the bounty hunter. Vash's head slammed into the top of the doorframe.

"Damat!" He cursed loudly. He hadn't hit his head last time he came out. He stepped inside his room and stepped to the far wall. There was a hole in it from where he had punched. He put his arm exactly as it had been when he punched it...it didn't match up. His arm was a good three inches higher then it was when he made the gouge.

"What in the hell..?" He said trailing off. He placed his back against the wall and made a dent with his knuckles where his head stopped.

"six foot ten inches..." he said to himself. Three inches taller than last time. Was he growing? Maybe the hibernation had made him shrink to conserve energy...or something. He took a seat on the bed.

"Well, what now?"

Lash put his hand in the hole- big difference.

"Here." he said as he handed Vash his repeating blaster rifle. "This will do for you until I get the equipment you require, mate. And what should we do now...?"

He looked around a bit.

"Well, I haven't even told you my name!" He laughed. "Name's Lash Lithium, mate. Bounty Hunter. Former...shall we say, Mandalorian 'commander'. Mercanary, and bodyguard. Nice to meet you, Vash."

He took off his helmet for the first time since his shower this morning- revealing a clean shaved face, except for a small patch of facial hair under his mouth, long blonde hair, and blue eyes. He was only 23. He put out his hand to shake Vash's massive blob of muscle, or hand.

"Name's Lash Lithium, mate. Bounty Hunter. Former...shall we say, Mandalorian 'commander'. Mercanary, and bodyguard. Nice to meet you, Vash." The Mandalorian said, extending his hand. Vash clasped the man's hand, encompasing it, and giving it a firm shake.

Lash took off his helmet, reavilg his face. It was surprisingly non-scarred for being a Mandalorian. He must have been a damn good one...or a coward. He had blonde hair with a small goatee of the same hue.

"So how did you come about Astral Astoria?" Vash asked.

"Vacation. I've been hunting non-stop since I..." He stared off, and started a new sentence. "I've been hunting for a long time. My boss, Hoya the Hutt, gave me permission to take a vacation. Nicest Hutt that I've ever met..."

He turned his head, lifted his long hair and kept talking as he revealed a huge slice on the back of his neck, just healed over enough to stop from bleeding frantically.

"See that, mate?" he asked. "That was from my first boss- who was a hutt. And this..."

He took off his glove revealing that it was a glove- and a mechanical hand.

"That was the Ma-" he stopped himself, and put the glove back on. "The...uh...Jedi that I was ordered to kill on Naboo."

He put the helmet back on and turned his head to face the gigantic being.

"And what brings a Gen'Dai here, mate?"