"If you would, it would be helpful" Raz replied to the question. Raz waited for this to take place, then arose from his seat. "I am afraid this is all I have time for. I will look over the prices and talk with my men back aboard our ship." Raz checked a Clock which lay on the wall, "And it also seems Im late for a meeting with the Senate. I hope we can meet again when my decision on this matter is final." Raz shook the Trandoshan's hand and exited the room. He made his way down the stairs towards the exit. He had not seen Orion, but proceeded out the doors of The Hyperion and called a Cab. He would hopefully get to his meeting in time.

((Raz will be back in a few days to finalise the Paladins decision.))

The General was right, this had been quick and for a moment, Skursir was stunned about how quickly the event had passed, but gathered himself and headed downstairs. The table were the Sith had been was vacant, wait, was that Ishad? Skursir couldn't tell. He carried on, but decided to find this Jylan. Skursir decided it was best to get aquainted with all the agents that he could, and so went back to the table that he had been at.

The woman was talking to the zabrak. The zabrak looked quite tired. Was it the late night or his company? Skursir approached the group, coming from behind the woman and putting a hand on her shoulder. "Hello misss..." He hissed, though he tried to make it a friendly one, he knew how much non-reptiles hated the hissing noise Trandoshans made. "And hello ssir, you musst be Jylan, I take it you are a fellow agent?" Skursir put on a scaley grin and outstretched his hand to the Zabrak.

The date turned her head to see a large Trandoshans face only inches from her own baring all his available teeth, shrieked and pulled away in the most ungraceful way possible spilling her recently reclaimed drink over herself and crashing into another patron.

“What an effect you have on the ladies Skursir” Jylan said smugly taking his hand firmly,“I'm Jylan Trell I'm guessing you've heard of me” he glanced over to his date who had many people clamouring over her to dry her dress, “seriously though your welcome to her, she's fallen head over heels for you.”

In all honesty, Skursir hadn't heard of Jylan up until this night. Creed hadn't gone into who was who when he hired him, and he had only just discovered that he had an officer who was a female and a magic practicer. "No ssorry," Skursir gave a hand gesture followed by a grin, "I'm afraid I have not been informed at all about our memberss...".

Skursir had noted the woman's sudden shriek and how she pulled away. He hadn't imagined himself to be scary at all. But other species had different interpretations on who was ugly and who was not, it was best not to intrude on these cultural views. "If you want to be rid of her, how about I sstay in your company?"

Jylan set down his drink, "Sure why not, you can tell me about our "Mysterious" leader, he owns this place you know."
He looked over his shoulder and looked at his date, she'd captured the attention of a few other men who where still wiping her down in certain areas, "I'll meet you later" he shouted with a smile on his face, she responded with an obscene gesture and turned to her new admirers.

"Well I owe you on anyway Skursir my ..uh man, lead on"

The dark-haired Hapan woman let out a whimsical sigh as she watched the GTC representatives leave, not entirely sure if they would go for her deal or not. No matter, even if they didn't then things were at least smoothed over for any future negotiations, should they be needed.

Looking around the room she searched past the throng of bodies, some dancing or embracing; most simply chatting or wandering, until she caught sight of the Bounty Hunter she had been speaking with before she intercepted Typho and his companion – Eamonn Keel.

He had made his way back to the booth she had originally seen him at, but was not yet seated. Either he was deciding what to do or he had literally only just arrived there, she was not certain which. Regardless, it worked in her favour and she was more than aware that he, like most Bounty Hunters, was used to being in the extremes of social interaction - either the centre of attention or virtually ignored - so Aleena decided it was time to cater to Mr. Keel's probably quite sizeable ego and commit her time solely to his company.

As she approached him through the crowd she exerted just the slightest influence of the Force to make people subconsciously move out of her way so she could reach him faster, without having to break into an unseemly trot to do so. She felt impolite enough already for having deserted the man and didn't want to make matters worse by letting him leave without a chance for both to make formal introductions. Deimos would have flogged her for such a lack of etiquette.

“Mr Keel,” she began as she arrived at the booth. “You have my sincerest apologies for leaving you as abruptly as I did. The situation with those two gentlemen required my immediate attention but I was rude to have broken company so suddenly and for that, I apologise.”

As Keel turned to face her, she smiled politely and briefly bowed her head with respect.

“I don't suppose the offer of a drink is still open?”

Eamonn smiled at the woman. He had pegged her as a frosty b*tch when she had ditched him earlier, but now she offered him her full attention. As well she might. "No need to apologise Miss Fel, I can see you're a busy woman" With legs long enough to walk all over whoever you want and they'd still be grateful he mentally added. "And it'd be my pleasure" Keel held up his arm, inviting the Hapan to precede him, and the pair began the short walk to the bar.
     Her mention of the two men who tore her away from their previous conversation was explanation enough for him and Keel was mindful not pursue information that was non of his business when talking to a prospective employer. Instead he chose to begin again. "I was pleasantly surprised to be told this place was to be our venue for tonight's appointment. It's a rare occasion where one can mix business and pleasure, and in such ineffable company" He smiled a roguish smile. "I'm looking forward to our taking advantage of any mutually satisfying opportunities that present themselves tonight. I've taken a vested interest in your... Agency"
     They had reached the bar and either by accident or design had ended up standing next to the Falleen and his companion. Keel would see if he now really was Aleena's conversational priority. He was interested to see how this woman behaved, how she thought. Would she make a brief report to her boss despite her having previously snubbed him once already? Would she stick strictly to business? Or would she engage in his thinly veiled flirtations? One can try, he thought to himself as he caught the barman's attention.
     He looked into the woman's strange eyes and gave her a lop-sided smile.
     "What's your poison?"

She noticed The Falleen looking in her direction as the two approached the bar, but aware that this was far too open an enviroment to discuss such sensitive matters, she merely nodded slowly and deeply to him as she approached rather than engage in conversation. The Falleen knew her well, and they had many such unspoken codes between them. This one was one of the more simple ones; what could be mistaken for a deliberate respectful bow in fact translated to 'everything is in order, I will contact you shortly.'

Their eyes met briefly and the message was passed, before she turned back to Eamonn as they reached the bar. She smiled diplomatically, but decided the first of many tests were in order, to see where his intentions lay.

He seemed to be guaging her, inspecting her reactions as he said in his characteristically husky tone: "What's your poison?"

"Most kind, Mr Keel," she said as she leaned across the bar then with deliberate provactive poise, looking at the drinks arranged on display as she wiggled her hips in a playfully obvious attempt to lean further across to get a better look. Her eyes moved across the different beverage on display and she thought for a moment before popping back and turning to face him once again.

"A glass of Bespin Port, if you will?"

Skursir smiled. Jylan was obviously a man of casual nature, someone he could mesh with well. This was good. He was tired of business and games, and this was a good place to settle down. He motioned Jylan to follow him to the bar. "Ssomething cold and ssweet, and one for my collegue asswell..." Skursir ordered and the bartender sprang forth to fulfill the order.

Only a few metres away, the lady Officer appeared to be chatting up a man, and further on, the Falleen was still in a seemingly slow-paced conversation with Renia. Best to avoid them. Skursir thought, and placed another metre between him and them.

"Sso yess," Skursir began, "Our leader, the Falleen, sseemss to be an arrogant man of ssorts. I jusst left some negotiationss with him and I can tell you, he iss a sstern commander." Skursir recieved the beverages with his claws, almost fumbling. "That'ss him over there" Skursir passed a drink to Jylan and nodded with his head over to the Falleen.

A small smile played on his lips as Eamonn rocked back on one heel to appreciate Aleena’s splendid form bent over the bar. His eyes twinkled with amusement as she announced her outrageously expensive choice. “Bespin Port for the lady and Dornean brandy” he said, to which the bartender nodded and set about filling the order.
     The thought that he might ask her to continue their conversation in a private room briefly crossed his mind but Keel decided it was too early in the game with this one to be so bold. And anyway they had yet to establish who was playing what role; cat or mouse?
     “Your organisation is extremely difficult to find any details on, even in our line of business” he handed Aleena her glass and passed a credit chip to the barman. “I’ve spent a lot of money tracking down the name EPOCH, and a friend wont be sending me any more birthday greetings after last week’s unpleasantness. But where one door closes…” he raised his drink in minor salute on it’s way to his lips.

After a long period of studing Varoll Tavik's master has sent him to Corrosant to spy on a senator. Not haveing many information about the target Tavik decided to look for a good place to buy information.
After intimidating some Corrosant lowlife, he got the hint to visit the Hyperion.
After storing he's rilfe and hiding a blaster pistol in the coat, Tavik embarked to the Hyperion.
While enter the stoped for a brief moment looking oround, while he didn't knew any one he decided to go strait for the bar...
... Not even on the seat, the bartender was stainding in front of Tavik, without giving him time to open the mouth Tavik sayed: "Just a Brandy for now.".
With a good drink in hand Tavik started looking around for a suitabile person to talk to....

Fray stepped into the Hyperion with confident steps. She wore a black, revealing dress and had left her sniper at the ship for the moment, confident that there would be no trouble here. Her hidden blaster should be able to get her out of trouble if needed.

She smiled slyly as the men turned towards her, their eyes wide open and jaws fallen. She walked further into the building and took a seat at one of the bars next to the scenes. "A Fofo, and double the whiskey." she said to the bartender. "Coming right up."
She took a look around the room. Even though a few men and women still glanced at her, most of them had returned to their business. Her drink arrived, and she took a small sip. "Nothing like Corellian Fofo" she thought.

Now what should she do? She knew that the Hyperion was run by the Agency, but had never been there before. Having no mission for the moment she thought that she should take the chance to make some acquaintances and potential customers. She cast a glance at the black haired man next to her that was drinking something she thought was brandy, smiled towards him and continued with her drink.

Aleena had to admit she was pleasantly surprised by the man's candidness, something she saw precious little of in the dealings of The Agency's political wrangling.

"But where one door closes…" His words made her smile at his reply as she took a sip of the disturbingly expensive drink.

"...one becomes grateful the door is an airlock." She winked in response.

Taking a seat at a nearby table and motioning Eamonn to join her, the Hapan woman crossed one long, slender leg across the other and took another small sip from her drink.

"A lesser man would have balked at the price of such a drink, Mr Keel. This all adds to my belief that you are very serious about a long-term contract with my associates."

Putting the glass down gently on the table and looking around her in a casual manner but actually scanning the crowd to make sure nobody was too close, she continued.

"Normally entry into the Agency is on a purely invitation-only basis but I can see that you have every intention of making yourself indispensable to us. I might be willing to put your name forward for consideration...if you can convince me of your worth to us."

She sensed him flare up then, defensively. Everything she'd uncovered about him indicated that he was good at his job, but he had one or two vices and opinions that might prove detrimental; not least of all his chauvinistic tendencies. He was used to getting his way with women, that was all too clear from his treatment of the Twi'lek girl when she first saw him.

"By which I don't mean your service record, of course. That has been, apart from a few 'colourful' judgments, exemplary." another sip of her drink then, as she watched him exercise considerable restraint. ...delightful...

"I refer instead to your....extra qualities. Why, for example, should we hire yourself over any other Bounty Hunter in the system? others have almost as good a record as yours, some have even better. Why then, should we choose you, Mr Keel?"

Eamonn considered the woman sitting opposite him. She was obviously beautiful (after a corpse-like fashion) and just as obviously intelligent and by all accounts deadly. But he knew her type and had bested, brutalised and bedded many such women. She was now wearing her professional face but he could see she was using it as an excuse, enquiring after the man beneath the armour; someone they all wanted to know. And all eventually prayed to forget.
     He leaned forward over his drink on the table, his shirt stretching tightly over his broad muscular shoulders. ”To be perfectly frank, that’s a question only you can answer…” He paused a moment to gauge her reaction to this statement. ”Forgive my candidness, but I have no intention of wasting both of our time reeling off the usual self promotional banthash*t you probably hear a lot of” he smiled. ”Let’s be honest. Even with the resources I imagine you have at your disposal we both know that if I’m half as good as you’ve uncovered then you know only half of what’s listed on my résumé. And since that’s ‘exemplary’ enough to bring us to this point; we both know I can handle pretty much anything thrown at me. And rise to any challenge” This last was said in a husky voice with his eyes fixed on her dark curving lips. He raised his brandy glass to moisten his own, meeting her gaze.
     “I know my contemporaries. Hell, I even respect a few of them!” his baritone chuckle was both scornful and warmly amused. ”You give me an… opening, and I’ll show you something new” The boyish grin he threw her before knocking back the remainder of his drink was disarmingly charming in spite of the innuendo, and showed a sense of humour.
     He leaned back comfortably in his chair and silently congratulated himself. If she was as clever as she made out, she would deduce her answer from his performance. And if not, it didn’t say much about this ‘Chief Operative’ or her Agency. And if he was on form (which he felt he was), she’d find him interesting on more than a professional level… “Of course, if there’re any specific areas where you’d like me to expand, I’d be happy to oblige” He sent out another conversational probe, finishing on; "And please Miss Fel, call me Eamonn"

Recognizing and suppressing the sudden sense of anger at Keel's presumptuousness, Aleena raised the glass to her mouth once more and this time before placing it back upon the table she rotated the glass slightly, watching as the dark red liquid swirled about and splashed against the side of the glass. He couldn't possibly know how easily she could dispatch him, even here in such a public place, but the fact she was even entertaining the possibility gave her pause. If he could penetrate the outer levels of her training in such a fashion, even where years of self-discipline at controlling her rage into precise malice meant most individuals barely registered on her scale, then there was more to this man than she had been informed.

Her original assumption was that he was a womanizing braggart who happened to be good at what he did, being the finding and reclaiming of others for the accumulation of credits. He was still that, to be sure, but she could sense much more behind his eyes; that he was sizing her up as much as she was him. He knew this place belonged to the Agency, he knew that they were under surveillance and he knew of her position within the Agency, she even suspected now that he might even be aware of her 'talents', even though that information was not widely known.

Perhaps he could be valuable after all.

"Very well....Eamonn," She began as she watched him through the frosted glass before lowering it to the table, replacing it with an equally frosted look.

"Sexual innuendos aside, I can see there is little point dallying with small-talk. You are a businessman, and I respect that. Whilst you might appear genuine in both your belief and intent, I cannot grant you membership into the Agency based solely on one conversation and, considering that you are a professional, I am sure you can appreciate that."

Although she wasn't being rude or insulting to Keel, it was evident that she had changed tact and was considerably more business-like than when they had begun their conversation.

"Despite the....elusiveness of our Agency we get a surprising amount of people wishing to join us and to be frank the vast majority are not up to the task. While I may personally think you capable, I must be able to relay this to my associates in such a manner as to grant them satisfaction in this. What I propose then if you are willing, is a simple 'trial by fire'. Many of our assignments require Agents to be willing to undertake extraordinary tasks at a moments notice, and we don't always have the luxury to prepare a full tactical plan before undertaking them."

She paused for a moment, watching his face to make sure that what she was saying wasn't being misconstrued before continuing:

"My suggestion is that I contact my associates and encourage them to allow you along on our next mission so they can see the capabilities of your various skills put to work in the field. This, more than anything else will allow them to appreciate your talents and hopefully make your application into our ranks all the more likely. Is this..... acceptable to you?"