Zygerria was notorious for it's crime and slave trade. It was primarily a monarchy, ruled by the rich nobles who let everybody below their status suffer on some of the craziest streets in the galaxy, rivaled only by the underworld of coruscant. Nevertheless, every decent bounty hunter came here at least a few times in their life, as the countless people needing jobs done was a good supply of credits.
Bane wasn't here to pick up a random job from some random noble he found at an even more random slave auction. He was here for a real job. A big one. One that required a crew. But he wasn't the one setting up this crew, instead, it was a hunter he almost trusted with his life, Aurra Sing.
Todo landed the ship on the most inconspicuous pad they could find, which happened to be just across the way from a popular tavern in the area. As Bane walked down the exit ramp of the Sleight Of Hand, he thought about getting a drink, but decided there were better things he could be doing. So, he pulled out his communicator and contacted Sing.
"I'm here. Where are we meeting."
"I see you through the window. Come across the road."
"That old place?"
"It's related to the job. Just get over here. I'll meet you when you walk in."
"Roger that."
He closed his communicator and sighed, before starting to walk towards the smelly tavern.
"Todo. Guard the ship. Keep the engines hot until I tell you not to."
"Got it."
A few seconds later, he arrived at the base of an old stone staircase, leading up to a balcony full of every kind of criminal you could imagine. There were hunters, slavers, robbers, pick-pockets, pirates, smugglers, spice dealers, and more. Upon entering, Sing waved him into a back room. It was small, and in disrepair, with sunlight shining through cracks in the wooden patched walls. There was a circular wooden table in the center, with 5 seats. 2 of them were filled.
"Embo. Hardeen."
"Bane. Take a seat."
"So this is the infamous Cad Bane, huh?" Said Hardeen.
"In the flesh."
Sing took a seat across from Bane and tossed a holo-projector onto the table, and keyed the activation button. It displayed a map of some sort of building.
"The targ-"
She was interrupted by Hardeen, saying
"I need a drink."
"They don't serve anybody back here."
Then, Bane spoke up.
"Allow me."
He got out of his chair and walked out of the room. He made his way over to the bar, where a group of Rodians were arguing and blocking his way to the bartender.
"Pardon me."
One of the Rodians turned.
"Back off, Duros."
"I need a drink." Bane said slowly.
This time, all of the Rodians turned, and one spoke out.
"You heard him. Back off."
"Did you hear me when I said I needed a drink?"
Bane put his hand on his holster. The Rodians saw and lunged for him. He skillfully dodged the first Rodian, using his rocket boots to land a powerful stomp in the aliens back. The next Rodian grabbed a bottle off the bar, smashed it, and came at Bane. He drew his blaster and shot the man in the foot. The Rodian tripped, hit his head on Bane's foot, and then ran off to help the first one. The final Rodian, terrified by Bane's blaster aimed at his head, put his hands up and walked away. Finally, Bane walked up to the counter.
"I need 4 big drinks."
"Thanks for getting rid of those dirty Rodians. Always causing trouble, they are."
"My pleasure." Bane said, and tipped his hat. The bartender pushed 4 glasses of drink across the counter, which bane picked up and began walking back to the room where the rest of the hunters were sitting. Just before he made it to the door, a fourth Rodian stood up behind him, holding a blaster.
"Hey, you!"
Bane stole a glance backwards, and saw the blaster. He was thinking of doging with his rocket boots and then drawing his blaster, but soon he saw other gangsters in the bar drawing blasters and aiming at him. After a moment of thinking, he turned and threw the tray of drinks at the fourth Rodian, while simultaneously dropping a smoke grenade from his belt.
"Where did he go?" One said.
"I'm right…. Here…"
The scoundrel turned to see Bane pointing a blaster directly at his head, aswell as at the other gangster who was standing up.
"You had enough?"
The gangster glared. Bane grabbed his shoulder, as if to apologize, but instead he used his wrist device to shock the man unconscious. Bane then picked up all the drinks at the nearest table, and set off for the back room. When he entered, the rest of the crew were fairly confused.
"Bane, how did you manage to get into a bar fight?"
"Rodians."
"Well sit down."
He sat. Sing began discussing the mission.
"The target is a group of jedi led by jedi knight named Pabo-Jill. Last time I checked, he was somewhere on the planet Crait."
"Where the hell is Crait?"
"The rim. It's a mining colony."
"Then what are they doing there?"
"Some weird occupation thing, I don't know."
"Have they got any clones with them?"
"There are three Venators in orbit, so we can assume at least a battalion is on-world."
"I thought this job was big?"
"It is. Not only do we have to find and kill all the jedi, but we also have to find the thing they are there to find. Supposedly a crystal of some sort."
"Sounds easy." Bane remarked.
"We'll see."