(All apologies for my absence. It has been a very busy period, I'll get you in and you guys go ahead without me. I don't want to stall you up.)
The Toydarian was at once interested to see what would happen. These two Galactic Rangers were not so far from home that they couldn't get help, but Vako had so little interaction with them he was now quite curious to see how they would handle themselves on the floor, especially how they would do business. The only real interaction he had with them was his arrest on Coruscant, and even then he attributed that to their mystical allies the Jedi.
Vako finished his drink, stiffly and unflinchingly. Not as a sign of strength, but simply because the Toydarian metabolism didn't feel the affects of alcohol so strongly as others. It was more time efficient for it this way, that was what was needed in the moment.
"Well then let's see what a pair of Ranger's can do then." Vako he said setting the cup down. "And when the time comes, I prefer credits on a single card."
Vako fluttered his wings up and moved over to his associates at the other table. He muttered to them in hutteese and cocked his head. Two of them stood up, and followed behind him.
They approached the two men in front of the "Backroom." but everyone knew that there was a staircase behind that door. Vako, rifle still slung and with the goons behind him, spoke to the pair. The words that were passed were not for most ears, but the two guards looked at each other, nodded, and stepped away.
In their place Vako's goons now stood. The two original guards joined the table that Vako's original cohort still occupied. They sat opposite, not exactly like they were part of the group, but they were offered drink and food all the same.
That was the way of Syndicates. Whether everyone knew everyone or not, reputation, credits, a good time, and the right boss kept everything always fluctuating at their level.
Two eyes was about to learn that the hard way.
Vako then looked over to the two rangers at the booth, held up his right hand in gesture, granting them entry.
@Forsythe Crowholde @Die Shize
The Toydarian was at once interested to see what would happen. These two Galactic Rangers were not so far from home that they couldn't get help, but Vako had so little interaction with them he was now quite curious to see how they would handle themselves on the floor, especially how they would do business. The only real interaction he had with them was his arrest on Coruscant, and even then he attributed that to their mystical allies the Jedi.
Vako finished his drink, stiffly and unflinchingly. Not as a sign of strength, but simply because the Toydarian metabolism didn't feel the affects of alcohol so strongly as others. It was more time efficient for it this way, that was what was needed in the moment.
"Well then let's see what a pair of Ranger's can do then." Vako he said setting the cup down. "And when the time comes, I prefer credits on a single card."
Vako fluttered his wings up and moved over to his associates at the other table. He muttered to them in hutteese and cocked his head. Two of them stood up, and followed behind him.
They approached the two men in front of the "Backroom." but everyone knew that there was a staircase behind that door. Vako, rifle still slung and with the goons behind him, spoke to the pair. The words that were passed were not for most ears, but the two guards looked at each other, nodded, and stepped away.
In their place Vako's goons now stood. The two original guards joined the table that Vako's original cohort still occupied. They sat opposite, not exactly like they were part of the group, but they were offered drink and food all the same.
That was the way of Syndicates. Whether everyone knew everyone or not, reputation, credits, a good time, and the right boss kept everything always fluctuating at their level.
Two eyes was about to learn that the hard way.
Vako then looked over to the two rangers at the booth, held up his right hand in gesture, granting them entry.
@Forsythe Crowholde @Die Shize