"Were did you find them?"
The music thumped through everything in the club. The floor, walls, huge variety of liquids being consumed...even the holographic projections pulsed to the rapid fire bass.
Two men sat in a secluded corner booth, a holographic privacy screen raised in front of them so the diverse range of alien species danced past without noticing the clandestine meeting.
The more curious partner in the conversation was a twi'lek, his heavily tattooed brain tails hanging over his shoulders and resting on the tabletop. He was speaking to a human who was fairly nondescript considering the clientele of the club. He was a middle aged man with short white hair and average blue eyes. He was the kind of human you couldn't pick out of a crowd, but he had the twi'lek's complete attention.
"Do you remember the Purgatory?"
The twi'lek nodded in response.
"The group that destroyed it. The five criminals from Alpha wing detention that took out the place when they escaped. That's them. The circumstances in which they came into my service isn't important. I find them employment and they get the job done."
The twi'lek sat back in his chair, brain tails twitching. "Just as many political prisoners as murderers were killed in that incident. Even a year on, there are still a number of very powerful governments that want them dead."
"And they're still alive. They are the best..." the human took second to find the appropriate word..."problem solvers you'll find in the galaxy. You have a choice; they can be subtle, they can be loud and overbearing, or you can not care how your problem is solved. No matter what it is, they'll fix it."
The twi'lek brushed his brain tails behind his shoulders and considered the humans offer. The white haired man picked up a smoldering cigar from the ashtray on the table and raised it to his mouth, staring intently at the potential client.
The twi'lek nodded. "Very well Mr Fisk. What is your price?"
