Twenty minutes later

Alora sat down in a small dive bar, drinking a synth ale as she got a call on her com, she turned away from the few patron’s and tapped it to take the call. Wror showed up with the frankensteiend ship droid H8-M8, the jawa looked to be a bit in distress as he spoke. (translated from Jawaese): “Boss! Hi boss! We have a big trouble! Ship trader is full of air holes! Bada big boom holes! Can’t buy ship! Must find other, don’t know anyone. Boss help?”

Alora’s red eyes closed for a moment as she pinched the bridge of her nose while the Jawa kept going over a few of the details on how they found the ship salesman dead.

“It’s okay Wror, don’t worry about it. We’ll figure something…” her voice stopped for a moment when she saw someone walk into the bar. Slick, dressed like a spacer and a blaster firmly on his hip in a banta leather holster. A bit of stubble on his clearly human facial features as he gestured to the bartender and ordered a drink.

“Wror, do you still remember that bounty that went up like a week ago?” she asked the jawa in hushed tones.

H8-M8 spoke up in a slightly buzzing tone, like he was experiencing static every other word. “Do you mean the zzmugler, lady Alora? The one that robbed Zi’ra’nak and ran for the outerrrrrr rim?”

“That’s the one. Send me the contract. I think we might just have our way off of this rock.” Alora smirked malevolently, before looking down at her clothes, still dressed like the rich girl gone awry from the casino job, she thought she might just get away with this. A second later, the contract came up onto her data pad, showing exactly the guy that had just walked in. It warned about the smuggler being a notorious slippery guy to deal with, as well as being a notorious flirt. Bounty: 25.000 credits or a favor from the crime lord.

“Must’ve stolen something really precious from old ra’nak if he’s willing to give away one of his precious little favors for you.” she mumbled to herself, taking a final sip from her drink before closing her datapad and putting it away. With a bit of an unsteady walk, she walked to the bar and raised her glass at the bartender, smiling a seemingly intoxicated smile at him as she asked for a refill.

The smuggler, true to his file, looked her over with a very appreciative smile, sauntering over with his most charming grin. “Hey there cutie, come here often?” he asked while tipping his hat.

Alora looked over to the side, seemingly just noticing him as she gasped. “Oh, hi there. I didn’t see you come in. Am I in the way?” she pretended to be flustered and stepped to the side.

“Oh no, not at all, you are perfect just where you are. I couldn’t help but notice a beautiful stranger standing so close by and wanted to know if I could get you a drink.” the smuggler opnely flirted, his eyebrows dancing seductively.

Bringing a hand to her lips, Alora let out a girly giggle. “Oh, such a gentleman. Sure, you can buy me a drink. I was hoping for a little… fun, tonight. Hopefully, you can oblige” she flirted right back, extending her hand to him. “Samosha, pleasure to meet you.”

“Charmed, so, what brings a lady of your stature to a bar like this.”

Fifteen minutes later in a hangar near the bar

Alora got pushed up against the side of a freighter, lips hungrily meeting his as he tried to put in his credentials with one hand, the other busy trying to hike up Alora’s dress.

With a soft woosh, the doors opened up, letting the duo enter, almost falling over each other in an effort to get to the good part. “Hmmm, where’s your bedroom, handsome?” Alora moaned into his ear, taking a few tentative steps backwards. “How about you grab us a drink, and then join me in there.”

“I like the way you think, pretty thing.” the smuggler said with a wicked grin. “It’s the second door on your left, get comfortable, I’ll be with you in a second.” he promised, stealing one more kiss, gave a swat to her ass and then went to his booze cabinet.

Alora unsteadily walked into the bedroom, the moment the door closed behind her, the dreamy, intoxicated look disappeared and the blush on her cheeks went with it. She took a firm grip of her dress and tugged it over her head, revealing her leather combat gear, a few knives strapped to her biceps and a blaster firmly attached to her hip. She didn’t have much time.

She picked up her holo transceiver and tapped it twice. “Novo, I got the mark. I’ll activate my beacon, start loading our gear into the shuttles, I was going to trade in the favor on this guy’s head for a ship. But who knew little flyboy owned a XS freighter.” she looked around the bedroom, seeing dirty laundry thrown about the captains cabin, but shrugged. “Nothing a good flamethrower won’t fix…” she mumbled. “Also, Novo, get Wror to pick up my shuttle near the bar, I don’t want to lose my rifle because I had to go after a bounty, understood?”

Novo had been listening intently, his deep black eyes showing no emotion. “Got it, be careful alright? He’s said to be a slippery bastard, don’t let him get you. We are on our way boss. Novo out.”

Alora smiled. “Oh, I know how to deal with slippery bastards. Easiest way to take care of a slick surface?” she pulled a small ball out of her pocket, her thumb flicked a small switch on it, causing it to let out a small bleep. The moment the door opened and the smuggler walked in, carrying two bottles of brandy, she whipped around and tossed the ball right at his face. A loud BEEP a flash of light, and the smuggler had turned into a gorgeous ice sculpture. “Cryogrenades are a girl’s best friend.” she smirked to herself, walking past her latest bounty and patted his shoulder. “Nothing personal mate.”