Tantooine... where anything and everything happens. Two sons of Germanica were traveling around Mos Eisley, trying to find new recruits for Germanican forces.

"Max, why did you choose Tatooine again?" Trever whined for the millionth time to his older brother.

"You said you wanted nice, experienced people. There are millions of those kind of people in the cantinas here. Spacers... mercenaries... spies, and former soldiers and fleet officers here, ranting about their pathetic and drab history. I cal this place paradise for recruiting." Max spoke smiling to his younger brother.

The former fleet officer still held a grudge for Max taking him out of the Navy. "If you say so Max."

"I know so little man." Max said entering a small Cantina. "Here. Let's just sit down for a bit, have a little fun time. In a while, I will start chatting around with some people."

Trever looked at Max and shook his head. "I don't want to do this. How about I go scout around some other area?"

Max seemed to not hear him at first, as he ontinued his way to a nice little booth. "Sure. Just make sure you keep your comm link ready in case there is any trouble."

Trever nodded and ran off not looking back once at Max, who was just sitting at the booth now watching everything until a server droid came to him. "Some Juma juice would fill the spot mate."

The droid who didn't say a word, just rushed back behind the counter and through a door. After a few minutes it came rushing out with a brown wooden mug, with purple foam at the top. "Thanks."

"Of course sir." The droid said heading off.

She had finally decided to drop the Twi’lek disguise when she returned to the planet that she had called her home. She spent more time in the Cantinas than anything, and she was in good, so to say, with the locals that were at the Cantina on a daily basis. The violet eyes that stood out scanned those about her, though she spotted two forms that she had never seen before on Tatooine, but she recognized the one man from an encounter on the Astral Astoria. She smirked at that thought before she turned around, ordering herself a Zeltronian Spiced Wine, also what she called “the usual” to the barkeeper, and he just grinned and said the drink was on the Cantina.

Surprised, but not about to complain, she strode to find herself an empty table, and as she sat down, an angered Rodian approached her, complaining about how that was his table, and she narrowed her eyes. The Rodian persisted, not taking her hint, and Jelan stood up, pulling out her blaster pistol and aimed it at the alien. “If this was your table, you’d have something on it.”
“Get your scum body off it, human.” She, sadly enough, understood the Rodian language.
“Force me, bug eyes.”
“I’ve got friends.”
“Oh really? Where are they now?” she asked and, before he could respond, she pulled the trigger, the energy blast hitting him in the head and he fell backwards.
“Get rid of the scum,” she said and waved her hand, and two of the locals did so with grins on their faces. The typical Jelan, this was; not afraid to kill, not afraid to start trouble, and sure as hell not afraid to die.

Once more, she sat down and sipped at the spice wine that, during all the commotion, managed not to spill over the rim of the mug she was drinking it from. She felt the warmth gather in her stomach and, satisfied, slouched down with her feet upon the other seat of the booth. Her back was to the man she recognized. But there was no way he could have recognized her, save for the eyes, and maybe the voice.

Max lifted his head slightly and stared at the Rodian and woman's encounter. Max saw the female twitch as she pulled the trigger that splattered the Rodian's head off onto the floor.

It was weird. If someone had done that on Germanica there would be trouble. Now here... the men were so at ease with it they just picked the corpse up and just simply threw it away.

Interesting... Max thought as the woman sat down. I need to speak to her... enlighten her.

Max smiled as he stood up, with his mug only half done, he took it with him towards the woman's seat. Half way there he stopped. He didn't want any commotion, she just shot a Rodian. He may have threatened her, but she still was dangerous.

After Max thought of an idea, he continued on his way to the woman's seat. He sat down, but she didn't seem to notice. "Hello...?"