“Hey, at least you did not wake up in a trash again.”

She chuckled, eyes wide in surprise. “Wow, really? I didn’t take you two for such… serious types. But how did you end up doing hired jobs? Unless you’re an advanced assassin droid or you have an organic partner, droids aren’t usually taken seriously in that line of work…”

She smirked, and pulled out two sawed off doubled barreled scatter guns “These babies! I like to get close and personal!”

“From my experience, it’s not fate but your actions that get stuff done. How did you manage to not be turned into tin cans? You ran away? Blasted your way out heroically?”

“Funny how that doesn’t involve you doing a single thing. You could start a cantina brawl if you’re bored.”

“Name’s Alema. Mercenary, bounty huntress, enforcer, bodyguard and all that stuff that pays well for hired muscles.”

She raised an eyebrow, surprised by not impressed. “Really? I thought the retirement plans for veteran battle droids was the scrapyard after you lost the war.”

She smirked and flexed a big arm muscle. “I do! I could teach you a few things if you want.”

“I did not say at the same time though. But some people might… disappear soon… one after another…” she said with an ominous grin.

She cracked her knuckles. “A lot of EX someone you mean…”

She chuckled. “Well, maybe the slavers who put me in the arena must have fed me well enough then. Guess they were happy with the show I put on back then.”

“What?! You ever found someone who could beat someone up like I do?!”

“I dunno. I’m just built different I guess. Or it’s just other people are too short.”

“Not paying me enough for my services for a start.”

“You wanna have the short, or long version?”

Knowing you, you probably had it coming.

“You might have a window of opportunity for the two seconds of confusion the imperials will get when they see you.”

She smiled gently, leaned down due to her height to be at her head level, and teasingly patted Maddie's. “I promise.” She said with a big smile.

She might not be special to others, but to Alema, she is. Killing that guy would only make a mess. She wants to teach him a lesson, so no other twi’lek falls prey to him. “Look, I’ll try to talk first, and I’ll go easy on him if he doesn’t listen. Don’t want him to hurt you or anyone else again.”

If there is one thing Alema hates, it’s people taking advantage of her kind. For some reason, few people tried to treat her like they do the others. “Really? Is he still there? Because I want to… talk to him…” she said ominously while cracking her knuckles.

She frowned, finding the quick pace of her reply worrying. "Really? Their hands must be the size of rancor claw then. Or they were more than just handsy..." She leaned closer, and placed her hand on Maddie's shoulder gently. "You know it's always worth it with me."

Alema turned toward her, her eyes widening in surprise when seeing the sorry state Madary is in. Her surprise turned to anger quickly, though not toward Maddie, but toward whoever did this to her! “You alright? What happened this time?” She asked, a mix of worry and vengeance in her voice.

“Should have hired some private security. There would only be little bits of your spider left.”

She nodded, and cracked her nuckles together "Alright then, I see! Glad to see you consider me a worthy opponent! So, where are these rustbuckets you need me to roughen up a bit to teach them how to fight?" she asked rather ecstatically.

Alema was clearly surprised by such an unusual offer, but seemed just as curious as well. "Training droids? I thought they only needed programming... but that sounds fun!" She then chuckled "I just hope you're ready to repair them if I... get a bit too rough with them..."

Alema raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the offer as she leaned down closer to the shorter Chiss. "Really? And what is it? Need some muscles even your fancy armor can't match?" she asked teasingly.

"They pay well, that's all I need from these slimy slugs." The large mercenary then shrugged "Here and there. If it pays well I don't say no. More often the target doesn't put much of a fight, and it's not as fun when the contractor wants them alive and not roughed up a bit."

She nodded, as if it wasn't an issue. "Fair enough. I mean, when I... left the arena, I spent a lot of time doing... businesses too, in Hutt space. Not much of a fair fight I had back then, know what I mean?" She said, implying doing dirty criminal work for the Hutts.

She shrugged as well. "That's why it's better to not pick a side, or you get in trouble with the wrong people." She then chuckled, and crossed her arms "Well, it's not a good fight if it's clean. Gotta get your hands dirty, one way or another. All that matters is to come out alive."

With their size difference, Alema had to look down at hte blue woman whose head barely reached her chest. "You make quite the appearance, with how you stand out with that armor. I was worried your people have gone extinct or something. Made for a good challenge in the arena."

The large Tukian lowered her flexed arm, and gave a very firm shake to the mandalorian. “Alema Distombe, of no clan. Pleasure's all mine. Been a while since I last saw a mando around.”

Alema looked down at the Chiss, smirking with her scarred and tattoed face as she raised an arm to flex it for her. “I get that a lot. If I didn’t, I would have been long dead!” She said with a chuckle.

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She followed him with her eyes, raising an eyebrow in confusion. It took her a few seconds to realize what he just asked her her, and she burst out laughing. "Wait, really?" She saw he was seriously, and she smirked and shrugged. "Alright, I warned you lil man." she said arrogantly, +

Boxing, obviously!

She raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by this. “Well, let’s say that my people aren’t usually the best at keeping their liberty.” She then leaned down toward him, smirking. “Oh yeah? Ever beat what you guys call a bear using no weapons? Because we have something similar called a Wookiee, +

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She finished her glass rather fast, showing little class and education. She then chuckled heartily as she put the glass down. "Aw, don't go soft just because I'm a Twi'lek. i know my kind doesn't have the best of reputation in my galaxy, but..." She flexed her arm covered in scars, and tattooes +

She took the glass, and took a small look at it before turning toward him. "And I'm Alema." She took a big sip of wine, and sighed as she wiped her mouth. "Alema Distombe. She then grinned devilishly. "And I kill for whoever pays the most. But the good guys are often the stingiest."

Her smile widened on her tattooed and scarred face, as if she found someone who understands her line of work. "Ah, another fellow... professional of death?" She said on a delighted tone.

She nodded and got closer, reaching out for the second glass to have it filled. "Yeah, spaceship parts and fuel aren't cheap. And the Republic and Hutt Cartel like any opportunity to tax you." She then giggled. "But it's not all bad. Lots of people to meet, lots more to kill. And it pays well."

She smirked from earcone to earcone. "Assumptions don't pay the bill anyways."

She crossed her arms and chuckled. "Not what you expected?"

In an unexpected development: The RPQ will cease to exist effective immediately. It seems we’ve been uh, well. We’ve been bought-out. By something apparently most of you might be familiar with. It’s some sort of news station. Hosted by ‘a returning former member and founder’ of. Well. This!

It would be a shame indeed!