The cantina door opened with a near silence swoosh, the swirling dust from the street below trying its best to penetrate the atmosphere within. The place was nearly empty, the handful of drinkers mostly kept their heads down, none wanting any unwanted attention. Even for Mos Entha the cantina was run down. The lighting turned down almost hid the decaying interior. This wasn't Mos Espa or even Mos Eisley, those places attracting the more respectable residents, this was where you came to disappear.
It was exactly for this reason that Bossk had chosen to arrange the meeting here. He had chosen the booth furthest from the door, his back was to the wall and he had a clear view of the whole cantina. Across from him sat another bounty hunter, Zuckuss. They had worked together in the past, and while neither one trusted the other there was a mutual respect. Both knew you didn't survive this long in their chosen profession without having a certain level of skills.
Zuckuss breathed heavily through his mask, his insectoid voice bearly concealing the growing irritation he felt at having to wait "I don't know why we can't just handle this ourselves. More money for us!"
Bossk was about to reply when he noticed the door opening. The person who they had been waiting for stepped into the bar.
The newcomer took a moment to survey the cantina. He had been in a thousand places like this, on a hundred different planets and each one was trouble. The secret was to be ready for it when it happened.
Bossk brought his attention back to Zuckuss as he leaned across the table, and spoke as quietly as he could.
"I've already told you. On this job we need a third. Its not a two man operation". His yellow reptilian mouth formed into a sneer.
"You haven't even told me who you've recruited" Zuckus angrily replied through his breathing apparatus.
Bossk said "Believe me...the guy is perfect for this job...and don't worry about your cut of bounty. If all goes well, then let's just say we won't need to be splitting anything with him". He motioned with his large reptilian arm to the new arrival to the cantina. The man was already walking past the bar and heading directly towards them.
Zuckuss turned around to see who Bossk was signalling to, and immediately swivelled his insectoid body back to face the red eyed Trandoshan.
"Are you serious ? You've hired a Mandalorian? Do you not remember Fett ? Those guys cannot be trusted, they live by their own creed."
Bossk ignored him, instead he spoke to the new comer when he reached their booth.
"Mandalorian. Please sit. Thank you for coming to listen to my proposal. I think you will find it...mutually beneficial..."
Din Djarin took a moment to study the two bounty hunters sitting in front of him. He knew both by reputation only. Bossk was wearing his trade mark yellow uniform and was one of the most feared hunters in the galaxy. He looked like the beast he was. The other, Zuckuss was equally well known. People called him 'The Uncanny One' due to his ability to somehow always know where to find his pray, to always know what was coming. Some even thought of his abilities as supernatural or based in some half forgotten sorcery. His breathing apparatus constantly covered his face when he wasn't on his own planet. Din continued to stand, not speaking. He preferred to watch before acting, his inscrutable Mandalorian helmet perfect for intimidating anyone who was close by him. No one knew his real name, but he too was known in bounty hunter circles, simply as The Mandalorian.
After a moment Din sat down, easing himself next to Zuckuss and across from Bossk.
He finally spoke. "Youve got five minutes. Then I'm gone."