Nar Shaddaa

Once the Terror Star landed back on Nar Shaddaa, Vec strolled off the ramp at the earliest opportunity. Sure, Shaisha was hurt but he was sure those Sith kids would look after their own well enough without him getting in the way. For now, he needed space to walk and room to breathe. Not that he was in need of those credits all that badly but that was operation was a total scrub and it was embarassing. If someone died, he would probably have something to show for it. They were mismatched by several leagues, that was certain, but put a score between them and the Twi'lek Three.

He pushed the door open to the bar and took a seat at the bar for himself. Pulling out his tin, he tapped out a cigarette. It gave him a thought and he fiddled around with his commlink to call Shae.

Shae answers, "Vec right, what did you need?"

"That's right," he said at first, scratching his jaw a few times to feel the stubble there. "Sorry, you probably weren't expecting to hear from me. I just got back and I'm in the mood to shoot something up to oblivion. Animals, people, whatever. Not my intention to get in between whatever you've got going on already but I figured you're the best person I know when it comes to that sort of game. You Mandalorians have to keep sharp, yeah? Got anything I could help in?"

"Yeah we might have something, come by the Yellow Viper tomorrow and we can set you up," she offers after a moment of thought.

"Sure, I'll be there with bells on. Have a nice night, yeah?" He said in parting and let her go if she was done on her side. It did occur to him that the Mandalorians didn't look too kindly at the Imperials, hopefully she was able to put the politics aside for his request.