It was a nightclub like many others.

Like most nightclubs, it was dark and often smokey. Alcohol was expensive and salted snacks were free. The strippers were multiple, as were the holonet screens. There were several washrooms that, were you anywhere else, you would avoid like the plague. There was absolutely nothing special about this nightclub.

Well, one thing.

This was the Fuzzy Wuzzy Had a Beer. Bothawui's only nightclub.

One would wonder why anyone would buy a bar on Bothawui, a reasonably ruly world, and why someone would name it something so blatently racist towards the worlds native population. One would wonder why the bartender was a human male and not a robot. Everyone had a lot of questions about this quaint nightclub.

For most, they would go unanswered. The majority of people never learn that the Fuzzy was owned by an organized crime family who used this remote location as one of their meeting places. The place was perfect... they bribed the local Imperial police, who were not enlisted officers and merely made salary, which made them extremely approachable. The Imperials tipped them off when certain people arrived on planet, allowing them to set up ambushes if nesscessary. Because the New Order held Bothawui, anyone who wanted to attack them directly would be throwing themselves into an Imperial bed of nails.

Fuzzy was special for other things. Amid the wookie strippers and Bith blues, the Bothawuin drunks and human bouncers, set a man. He wasn't remarkably special... he had a set of scars across his bearded face that almost immediatly painted him as a mercenary. Or a prize fighter, but his incredible height would make finding suitable opponents quite hard. He rippled with muscle and had a double-bladed lightsaber on his belt, which would normally lend someone to assume he was a Jedi... but he didn't fit the standard Jedi profile either, he was too ragged and dirty. He wasn't a Sith... Sith didn't just sit in bars. They had things to do, universes to conquer...

This man, just sat there. He had a drink but he had not drank from it for several minutes. He simply... waited, looking at everyone who entered, making a mental log of who came and went.

Behind him, Angela Bishop walked up and sat down at his table.

"Anything yet, Akadar?"

He shook his head silently.

"Well, they'll be here." She got up to leave and turned around, facing him again. "I know what you're wondering, why would he come himself? We could be setting him up to take the fall. Don't worry, I'm sure it ran through his mind. If he comes, or sends someone, it doesn't really make much of a difference. They know what you look like, so they'll find you. Either way, the New Lorrel Raiders will do this mission for us. And they will be here, shortly I'm sure."

With that, she kissed him on the forehead and left him to sit and wait.

And the blues played on and the strippers stripped, and Akadar simply sat, and waited.

Lupercus himself was not one for being discrete, his typical enterance consisting of a number of people dying horrible deaths. But today, despite being 'requested' to meet at Bothawui for a job, he felt something a little more mundane was needed. Thus, Tevarii was excluded from the commitee that would see the contact, her desire for the infliction of pain was known across the galaxy and the Sith Sorceress could never withhold her urges. Ominii was excluded only because Lupercus was bored with him. Dakota was still asleep in his bed aboard the Blood of Hapes and bringing her would have only irritated Lupercus. He liked having his beds 'prewarmed'. That left Valus, Nikka and Clemont. Valus had left and just not come back, although some of Lupercus' informants indicated that the insane Imperial was now the legally elected official of Balmorra. Now the other two were close, having known Lupercus for years, but they had gone back to Rodia to recruit some more promising Bounty Hunters to the organisation.

And so Lupercus was left alone.

His arrival in Bothawui was unknown by anyone, his luxury yacht landing well before the meeting was planned to begin. He had been in and out of the Fuzzy Wuzzy at least 3 times, scoping out the exits and enterances, personel change times and anything else that was of interest. With a full mental map of the building, Lupercus strode in, his eyes scanning the faces and body movements of the clubs patrons. Too easily was Lupercus distracted as a Twi'lek spun around on a poll, her leeku tantalising all the males in sight. Breaking from the dancers alluring sway, Lupercus' eyes passed over a man whose casual interest in the strippers belyed his unique nature compared to the other patrons and indicated him as Lupercus' contact.

Walking in a slow gait, his loping strides carrying him to the bar, he asked where the toilet was, knowing full well it lay just behind the bearded man. Making his way to the dark door, Lupercus pulled away, just as he swung it open, pulling up a chair next to Akadar.

"The women here, they seem to lack something no?"

Akadar looked at the man. He had walked in looking like he owned the place. Thus, he already knew who worked for the organization, who didn't, and who packed what weapons. He probably wouldn't mind leaving the area, since being in a smaller room with less men would increase his chances of leaving alive, should he feel drawn to kick a little ass.

Akadar, as such, pushed the button under the table that opened the floor spirally beneath them, and the table, and chairs, sat momentarilly on nothing. Then the shield was dropped, and both men began to fall.

Of course, the Akadar has taken this trip several times and landed safely on his feet. Lupercus wasn't as lucky, caught, as unlikely as it was for a man who expected the unexpected, suprised, and landed on his rear end. The chair broken by his impact on top of it, and the table likewise bent to a useless degree that would never support a glass, the mercenary was in a room otherwise decked in surgically clean durasteel. It was, doubtless, sound and blasterproofed.

Above him, the nearly 8 feet tall Akadar reached an arm down to help him regain his footing.

Had Lupercus been in control of himself when he landed, his sabres would have been out and his contact would have been bleeding on the floor. Luckily, the Sith knights insanity had allowed Pinhead to take over, and so the wound was taken with dignity, although Pinhead began to fantasize about what the mans insides looked like.

"And the point of that was?"

His voice dripped with derision. Unlike Lupercus, Pinhead did not believe in showing off merely for the sake of showing off. He heaved himself up on his own steam.

Akadar stepped away, nodding. Just to be sure Lupercus knew he had it, he pulled back his coat to reveal the 2 foot handle of his double-emittered saber, looking vicious even turned off. The door to the room opened, and two people walked in.

One was a nerdly fellow, complete with dotted face and optical assistance, and the other was the striking woman who was dressed and tressed exactly like the woman in the commercial. Of course, she was the same woman; Angela Bishop, public relations manager for the Organization of the same surname.

The geek stepped up to Lupercus.

"Um, if it's not too much trouble, I'd like to confiscate your lightsaber."

Angela immediatly stepped forward.

"And don't worry about him," she said, head twitching towards the strong, silent bodyguard, "he was just leaving."

Akadar nodded towards her, and left the room.

"Please si..."

"Oh, don't bother. If he wanted to kill us, he could do it with an angry thought. He's a Sith."

The nerd stepped back.

"Table, three chairs, and three glasses with two ice squares."

The wall opened and a few servants brought the table, clothed it, and laid down the glasses and chairs. Angela smiled at Lupercus.

"Shall we sit? Drink?"

Lupercus paused, his question remaining unanswered and waited for the woman to sit first. He knew how to act, even if this wasn't a royal gettogether back on Hapes. And not that he would have been invited had there been one on! When she sat, he did also.

"Yes, a triple shot of Tequila if possible. Preferably Royal Hapan if you have it."

It was the best tequila in the galaxy, and it reminded him of home. As he waited for his drinks he leant forward on the table, drumming his fingers slowly.

"So i've been contacted because?"

The nerd ordered the drink, and he sat down and layed the three on the table.

Angela raised her glass.

"To lawlessness, futhfulness, and the downfall of modern society."

The two drank, both gasping at the strength of the liquor.

"I had forgotten how Hapan beverages disagree with me. It's been a long long time."

She saw that meaningless chit chat wasn't on Lupercus' agenda, and so she cut to the chase.

"We need something stolen. I was referred to you by people I put great stock in."

With that said, she filled her glass again.

Lupercus nodded as she mentioned Hapan beverages in agreement, before forging on with the task at hand.

"Well, i've stolen an Eclipse Star Destroyer, i think i can handle whatever you're talking about.

Might i ask who i was referred by?"

Her eyebrows rose at the mention of the ESD. Not many people could boast ripping a weapon of galactic-destroying capability off from an Imperial Warlord. Of course, she knew about it, but didn't expect him to be so... boasterous.

"Well, this mission, I believe you can leave your ESD at home."

She drank more of the drink, and smiled.

"I was referred to you by an Imperial Bearucrat. Which one isn't important, nor is the fact that it was an Imperial Bearucrat important. What is important is that you have a reputation for gall and cunning, both of which I need. Shall I continue?"

She said, smiling, and pushing her glass away.

He nodded, gesturing for her to continue as he finished the large shot. As she did so he still held the shot glass, holding it between his index and ring finger while spinning it with his middle finger. Every so often he would flip the glass to his middle and pinkie fingers, spinning it with his ring finger before flipping it back to its original position.