Rtora glanced at everyone once more before relaxing his grip from his sword hilt.
"I'll see you by the ship, then."
With that said, he departed from the tavern. Once outside, he paused and breathed in relaxation. He didn't like being on edge all the time and the zabrak made it worse.
He made a little side trek through the various vendors on the way there, with the purpose of finding some further improvements for his mask.

With people leaving, Zin only took a short look at Kina, shrugged, and admitted, "No idea what the mando just said, but sounded good!" She hopped briefly on her heels. "Let's transport some people, then, hum? Or do ya wanna do something first. Did I forget something you wanted to do? I... I don't think so. Did I want to do something? I think I got what I want." The excitable plantoid stepped around her captain and softly punched her arm. "Want me to get to the Blur and warm 'er up?"

Kina had taken harder punches before with a stiff upper lip, so the ficus' fist elicited only a wry smile from the spacer. She cast a long look after their clients, deliberating, then dipped her chin --- reaching her decision. "You go on ahead, see them aboard and make sure they get quarters," she agreed. A pause. "I need to pick up some medpacks, don't want to run out of those," she mused. A glance back at her first mate, and the captain pulled out her credit chip. A couple of beeps later and she pocketed it. "Your shares, Number One," she said, and if Zin were to check her own credit chip would now be laden with 500 extra credits. "Now go get the old girl warmed up, won't you?"

B2 remained silent throughout the Exchange though once the group began to disperse he tapped the pilot before she could leave ( @Kalle ) "Excuse me madam Twi'lek pilot ! May i have a word with you concering your services " the droid said its volume reregulating from internal reboots. "If not i shall return to the ship and await your return"

The Blue Harvest; Interior

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The business dealings drawing to a close. Credits exchanged, everyone began to trickle out of The Blue Harvest to prepare for the journey in their own ways. The atmosphere of the cantina remained unchanged save for the sounds of hammering on metal from the direction of the entrance. The Duro pilot watched as Rtora left, shrugging his shoulders he returned to his drink.

The Blue Harvest; Exterior

Once outside they were greeted with the sound of hammer strikes on metal and a plasma cutter removing a section of the floor. A few maintenance droids being overseen by an aqualish engineer were busy returning the scene of the earlier conflict back to its original look. The crowd from earlier all but a distant memory. The normal flow of pedestrians flooded the area, made more congested by the reconstruction that was currently taking place. The group splintered off and headed in their own directions some to the bazaar section of the commercial deck of the Space Station, while others headed directly for the Crimson Blur.

Bazaar Section

The area rang with shouts from vendors of all kinds trying to sell their wares. Trinkets and bobbles of all shapes and sizes could be found. Even amongst the throngs of patrons and vendors one could easily find and purchase things that were on the 'questionable' side of the law. Many vendors having their legal wares readily visible with the more discreet items hidden but in easy reach. But that didn't seem to matter much as everyone in the area knew it was better to just mind their own business lest they wind up bruised and bloodied.

Fritz easily made his way through the crowds, no one paying much attention to the small creature moving past them, save one or two who held their belongs closer from the thieving reputation of the Jawa. Finding a suitable vendor for explosives proved harder than expected for the small demolitions enthusiast. Though he was able to find several components vital in making his own explosives, he was missing a suitable primer. Either through a convincing argument or that the vendor just wanted to be rid of him, he was able to get the components for 30 credits instead of the 75 that was originally asked for.

While Fritz was skirting the lines of legal goods, Kina was more interested in keeping her 'guests' adequately save by purchasing a few additional medpacs for the ship. After all no one knew exactly what trouble one could run into out their. All and all only spending a mere 210 credits, Kina was even able to get some candy for her excitable First Mate. While the Captain was gathering medical supplies the Mandalorian was busy hunting for food, used to traveling long distances for the 'hunt', he knew ships standard rations were less than desirable and it was good to have better quality food to keep ones spirits up during longer voyages. Acquiring everything he saw as a necessary luxury only ran him 50 credits, not bad all things considered.

Dock A113; Crimson Blur

The Crimson Blur ready and waiting in Dock A113 just as they left it, was truly a heart warming sight for the First Mate and Pilot. The crew's had already finished with the inspections and refueling and were currently busy with the next ship further down the line. Still as lively as when they had arrived, even though it was mainly the maintenance crews, it was still quieter than the commercial district. The Crimson Blur almost seemed to brim with energy as if she were ready to be out amongst the stars again.

@bossaroo

Kina waved her first mate and pilot goodbye and turned her eyes on the droid. She peered at the heavy machine, quirking a brow. "You wish to discuss my services?" she asked back, eyeing him once over. "... All right, what is it that you want?"

Dock A113; Crimson Blur

Once the business was concluded and the credits were given, Varel made his way towards the docking bay where they were told their ship was waiting on them. There were many things going through his mind but the traveler was glad that he finally found a proper crew and a vessel to take him towards the location - and if they show to be a bit sturdier, maybe he'll consider taking them further than that, in every way possible.

There were couple of candidates already aboard for what he planned on doing, however the "juiciest" catch was the young snake-man who Varel now definitely suspected of belonging to the "other side". The snake-man hid it well, however there was something about him that unnerved Varel greatly, especially when in his presence, a feeling of a torch suddenly shining in your eyes and making you squint. Zabrak knew he should watch him closely but also attempt to talk to him, understand his stance and perhaps even try to influence it. If the place he was searching indeed existed, a prepared mind would be easier to convert. Not to mention that even without it, he'll need a number of bodies to place in front of himself and whatever they might encounter.

Standing in front of the ship now, he smiled as he awaited for the rest to arrive - or for the door to open and enter the Crimson Blur for the first time...

After a brief sidetracking through the various vendors Issagra had to offer, Rtora arrived at the ship. Seeing Varel had got there first made Rtora feel uneasy even before properly realizing it. He also noticed his hand straying for his sword. He tsked to himself and forced himself to loosen up, rolling his shoulders and breathing in and out quickly a few times to relax himself.
Why did the big, armored and surely lethal Mandalorian seem more friendlier to Rtora than the Zabrak? Doubts and suspicions crept into the young Ipharian's mind, his thoughts really needed sorting out.

Rtora nodded greetings to all who had already arrived. He took position that had a little distance between everyone, crossed his arms and closed his eyes. He focused on the flow of the Force in him, entering into a brief meditative moment.
After his father's death and discovering the Force, he had found comfort in the small quiet moments, letting the gentle warm feeling of the Force to soothe his mind and body, however minor effect that might have been.

Crimson Blur; Dock A113

With all passengers and crew aboard, The Crimson Blur easier out of Issagra Station. Enveloped in the sea of endless stars Zin guided the ship towards the hyperspace lanes. As the crew did their final astrogation calculations the passengers could see the sleek design of the Station they were just leaving behind. All manner of ships coming and going lended more proof to this being a beacon of trade and entertainment in the bleakness that is the outer rim. With the calculations complete The Crimson Blur made the jump to hyperspace officially beginning their journey to Onderon, before finally heading for Dxun.

Onderon; Capital City Iziz

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Arriving in the Imperial controlled Capital City was a simple enough task, the Captain handling the normal procedures to ensure the ship was legal and ready for inspection. As the crew and passengers descended the ramp they were greeted by an Imperial Officer with two Stormtroopers. The humid air slapping them in the face, a bead of sweat ran down from the Officer's cap. "What is your business here Captain? Also we need to register all occupants of your vessel." Holding a data slate in his hands, the Officer was all business, wanting to conclude this part of his job quickly so he could escape the heat once more.

Just as Captain Kina begins to answer a Trast A-A6z Speeder Truck pulls into the spaceport. Giving a heavy sigh the Officer motions for Kina to wait before addressing the driver of the speeder truck. A Caamasi hops down from the cab and makes her way over. Dressed in rugged pants with a green jacket, the Caamasi's white hair standing out from the rest of her attire. Quickly clearing the space with long strides she addresses Kina, "Finally you guys arrived! You're only a week late! We don't have time to wait let's get your gear on the truck so we can get back to headquarters." Clearly this wasn't the first time the Officer has dealt with this particular Caamasi, "Famhi you know these people?" He said before turning to look at the group. "Well of course I do! Why else would I say they were late? Now as I said we don't have a moment to lose. You understand our research can't wait." The Imperial Officer did not seem to keen on an extended conversation out in this heat, and waved the group past without even a second glance as he moved back to his office.

The Caamasi ushering them into the speeder before quickly taking off towards the outer edge of town. She looked at the group from over her shoulder, "So you're the crack team High Command sends me for this mission? Seriously you guys couldn't atleast get here on time?" It would seem the Caamasi Famhi, had the group confused for someone else. What exactly were they being roped into?

Fritz looked up to the horned man confused. Was this what he was hired to do? Didn't seem to matter, he already agreeded with the terms. At least he'd be given the opportunity to do what he was good at. The little Jawa shrugged and looked back toward the one that addressed them. "Fritz here to blow stuff up. That's what Fritz told to do. Need Fritz to blow stuff up?" Fritz wasn't entirely sure what was going on, or what exactly they had in mind for him. But if it meant he was free to blow stuff up on another planet, it couldn't be too bad of a thing right? After all, any time he had the opportunity to blow something up was automatically good in Fritz' eyes. "You tell Fritz what need Fritz blown up, yes?"