"Deadbeat Cafe," Freeport 6 Bar and Grill

[Cmdr. Blaine Chara]

As Matok listened, he looked around a bit himself. He then began to quietly laugh when he noticed no Outcasts in the bar. Only his men, a couple of Zoners and some passing traders at a table in the far corner were about.
"Outcasts," Matok snickered, "I find it amusing that they require cardamine for enhancement. Just one of my men, any one, could fight them hand to hand and beat him. We're naturally three times the strength of a human with a natural third lung and an eight chambered heart just to mention a couple of our differences." Finished with his barbing, he got to the matter.

"I do know of some Outcasts ships of the cruiser variety hanging around. A Storta tried extorting the Vor'cha right outside the Freeport. We sold the remains of his ship to Kusari for scrap metal." He then flashed a warrior's smile, "It made for some nice profit."
He then settled back a bit, "Most, however, come here peacefully as you mentioned. Most are smart enough to realize that in hostile space, we're the only place they have to land."
"As to a meeting," he said scratching his chin, "I am not sure how purposeful that would be. The ones that are the problem are generally independents. If it were someone, say, of the 101st, I might feel differently."
He then leaned forward a bit, "Or do they have a vendetta with you that I need to know about?"

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