Nar Shaddaa

Craw was sitting at the table, a green dealer's cap on his head, and a cheap cigar in his mouth. He was rifling a deck of cards and waiting for the others. The lighting in the room was sufficiently dim, one light brighter above the table so that the players could see their cards. There was a small mound of playing chips in the middle of the table.

Durasay slipped off his trench coat, setting it onto the back of the chair. Sitting opposite of Craw, he threw in his buy in, and offered the Mando a grin.

"I promise, I won't take all the chips tonight."

Craw grinned confidently. "Yeah, yeah you won't." He dealt the cards.

"Well, I planned on keeping that promise. Clearly now I need to wipe that grin off your face, vod'ika." He casually grabbed his hand as it was dealt.

"We just going to deal Nudimsu in? Or make him pay a larger ante if he's late."

Craw nodded. "He'll play a lateness fee." He looked at his cards and frowned. "So you heard anything back from that sith we recruited for the rescue mission?"

"Not from her end other than she's in. I've got a Republic Medical Officer in, and he has recommended a Jedi, who's apparently good with computers. I'll be seeking her out tomorrow." He looked through his hand, pitting in a few chips to raise the wager.

Yellow-amber eyes flicking to the Mando. "I think tomorrow is going to prove very interesting."

Craw chuckled and tapped his cigar on an ashtray that was at the edge of the table. "This whole trip has been nothing but fucking interesting. Came here just to do a job for the empire and got mixed up in all sorts of conspiracies and whatnot. Even found out that my mom's alive.... Guess the Hutts know how to arrange a good get-together." He chuckled darkly.

"Speaking of your mother... any ideas on how to handle the prison. Shaisha's information still has me nervous. Only one way in or out. Enough firepower to blow us out of the sky..." he reversed one of the cards in his hand, still eying Craw.

"Run and gun might be too risky. Hopefully I can get this Jedi involved. Help us get some falsified codes."

Craw nodded slowly, adjusting his dealer's cap. "Need codes, and you need to bullshit us in. Maybe we can steal a ship to get there, and once we're in blast our way through the facility, deactivate their AA guns and steal another ship to get off." He shrugged. "Just a rough idea."

"More or less. If we steal a ship, we're gonna keep that ship. Or sell her for parts and get a faster engine, better hyperdrive. Heavier weaponry..." he returned a card to the dealer pool, waiting for the fresh card.

"I do have one small bit of personal business to deal with tomorrow. Just the same case, but I need to see it through."

Craw nodded. "We got a job too. This guy Zane or something offered it. Security for some splicer team or some shit." He shrugged.

"We need the credits." He spoke as the hands were exchanged, credits transferred. "Sounds like it is in our wheelhouse." He watched Craw closely, his features expressionless.

"I'll send a message, and speak to him in the morning."