Rana tossed back the small glass and set it firmly down on the bar. Impossible. Why did she even try- It was good she'd left when she had, or she might've ended up killing him. Even sitting here, her fingers itched for something to throw. A good brawl might loosen her up a bit, but the dingy little cantina was unusually quiet this evening. This was probably just as well… In her present mood, she'd probably end up breaking the nose of whoever tried to throw her out.
She rubbed distractedly at the scar along her cheekbone, trying not to think about Jus but finding him impossible to avoid. What exactly had they been arguing about…? It had seemed terribly important at the time, but the details seemed oddly hazy now. All she really remembered was shouting something and storming out, slamming the door behind her nearly in Jus's surprised and angry face. She swore quietly under her breath and took another drink.
Her head snapped around to face the door as a figure in dull silvery armor stepped through it. Oh. Him. She wondered vaguely what he was doing here of all places, but dismissed the thought. Swirling the dregs of her drink, she stared morosely at the clear liquid in the bottom of her glass and tried to think of something besides Jus.
She ignored the scraping of the stool on the floor beside her until a low, rough voice with a Concord Dawn accent spoke her name. She looked up at the silver plates. "What do you want, Fett?"
"I have a profitable proposition for you," he answered. "You're one of the best hand-to-hand fighters I know. How would you like to help train one of the best armies the galaxy has ever seen?"
Rana snorted dryly. "Flattery gets you nowhere with me, so it's a good thing I'm pretty sure you're telling the truth. Training soldiers, huh?"
He slipped off his silver helmet, revealing a dark-featured face below close-cropped black hair. "You'll be handsomely reimbursed for your time. The only drawback is you'll have to disappear for a while. No contact with family or friends, or anyone on the outside."
Rana's thoughts went to Jus, and then quickly shied away. "Maybe I'm in the mood to do a little disappearing, and maybe I'm not. Just how much is in it for me?"
He named a figure. She was impressed, in spite of herself, but didn't let it show. "All right, how much time do I have to think?"
He checked the hazy reddish chrono display above the bar. "About two minutes. You're not the only contact on my list."
She frowned suddenly. Contacts. That fool job he was going to take- not worth my time- Her smoldering anger flared a bit. "I think I need to do a little disappearing. Sign me up."
Jango nodded and stood, tucking his helmet under one arm. "Welcome to the Cuy'val Dar. You no longer exist. Hope you don't mind rain…"
