Sanis saunters in

[Sanis Prent]

(Coming in from some recent business, Sanis finds Yog's unnaturally active for this time of evening. Raising an eyebrow, Sanis notices that his normal stool at the bar is occupied. Strange.

Annoyed, Sanis goes walking around, looking for another seat.)

[Cirrsseeto Raurrssatta]

As the shifty-eyed alien brushes past, Cirrsseeto sniffs the air, his brow furrowing as he attempts to place a name to the man's face and smell. The manservant turned around, and sniffed again, eyeing the alien with messed up hair. He knew who this man was, and he was sure that his Mistress would be interested in knowing as well.

Quietly, Cirrsseeto tapped Saarrreeaa's forearm, getting her attention.

[Saarrreeaa Meorrrei]

**She looks down at her servant, Cirr.

"Whateverrr jisss jit that jyou want, Cjirrrrrr?"

**He points insistantly at a nice looking male sitting on a barstool. Except for a few scars here and there, he was rather.. nice looking. She arranged her hair so it was just right, and patted her servant on the head. She walked slowly up to the bar, sliding an arm around the male's shoulders. Her sharp sense of smell picked up a scent. A familiar scent. She could not quite place it, so she shrugged her shoulders.

"Whjy hello, jyou verrrjy njice lookjing human. jI jussst know jyou want to bujy me a drrrjink. We can sssjit and talk, orrr do otherrr thjingsss."

[Sanis Prent]

(If Sanis had been drinking just a little bit more that evening, he would've thought Sasseeri had broken out with war paint and was celebrating Mardis Gras or something. But Sanis knew through a few subtle differences that this was definitely not Sasseeri, despite the same subtlety of a runaway freighter.

This bronze-skinned bombshell was sporting stripes. Stripes? What the frell? He'd never seen that one before. As the felinoid brushed herself against him, Sanis thought about being civil, but didn't really have much success with that in the past concerning Sasseeri. Sanis liked the attention, but it was time to cut this one off before it got anywhere. Besides, it was about that time, and Sanis had to rush back to the apartment to meet Dalee.

Smiling, Sanis reached in his pocket, pulling out 4 credits and placing them on the bar in front of the woman. Finishing the remnants of his beer, Sanis threw the bottle away, rising from his seat. He gave a courteous, but passing smile at the woman.)

Eh, some other time, perhaps.

(Sanis pointed to the credits.)

Get yourself something good to drink, but I really gotta be going.

(Without another word, Sanis turned, walking away.)

[Saarrreeaa Meorrrei]

**She growled, a low rumble starting in her throat and moving upwards. Tonight she had had about enough with all these insolent males. Culture differences or not, there were certain ways to treat a lady. So far she felt like a poor beggar in front of these males, and she was not going to stand for it anymore.

**Her fangs flashed out, and she entended her claws. Saa's ears pressed back against her light hair. She reached out a hand and grabbed Sanis's arm.

"How darrre jyou ssspeak to me ljike that. jIt jisss almossst jindecent !!!"

**Her growling slowly became louder, until it could be heard across the bar.

[Sanis Prent]

(Sanis waved his free arm around)

Whoawhoawhoawhoawhoawhoa...WHOA WHOA!! WHOA here!

(Sanis made sure before proceeding that the lady was just stable enough to keep from literally biting his head off. Seeing that the crazy factor in her wild stare had decreased somewhat, Sanis felt assured enough to proceed.)

My apologies. You know, it's late, and to be perfectly honest...I'm just not very good with these kind of situations.

(Sanis extended an index finger, holding it in front of Saa for emphasis.)

Lemme just take care of this one bit of business and I'll be more than happy to stay a bit late and have a few drinks with you. I just gotta call a few people and say I'll be a little late gettin over there. Should go over as smooth as a well tuned repulsorlift.

(Sanis shrugged slightly)

Is that okay?

[Saarrreeaa Meorrrei]

**Her eyes shrunk to slits as she tried to gauge the truthfulness of the man's words. On her world, for a man to lie to a woman meant death. A horrible, painful, twisted death. But here, the way men seemed to be allowed to run rampant.. who knows what they could be allowed to say. Her growling ceased, and she seemed to deem his words trustworty enough.

"Alrrrjight, male. But marrrk mjy worrrdsss, jif jyou arrre ljyjing to me jyou wjill ljive to rrregrrret jit. And make sssurrre jyou hurrrrrrjy back. jI would hate to have to look forrr jyou."

[Sanis Prent]

(As the lady gave Sanis his arm back, he smiled at her, working the blood back into his hand.)

Hey don't worry...I'll be back before you know it.

(Sanis smiled suavely, and snapped his fingers in Saarrreeaa's direction. He turned to walk off, heading down the hall and around the corner...towards the paycomm booths.)

[Cirrsseeto Raurrssatta]

As the shifty-eyed alien walked off, Cirrsseeto turned to his Mistress, his narrowed eyes and extended claws told Saarrreeaa quite clearly that her manservant did not trust the man at all.

Crossing his beefy arms, Cirrsseeto's sensitive ears remained perked...listening for any suspicious bump or squeak in the alien's direction. He waited for his Mistress to speak to him, before he felt comfortable to address his concerns.

[Morgan Evanar]

As usual, the lanky figure in the green trenchcoat went unnoticed. Another damn cizzerak or whatever the frell they were called was looking about.

Now it was bothering Sanis. And Sanis owed him a favor, although he didn't know it yet. Morgan returned to his feet as Sanis walked away. He carefully tapped Saarreaa on the shoulder.

"He owes me a favor. I wouldn't do anything to him if you like your claws." Voice was even and factual, so there would be no missunderstanding.

[Saarrreeaa Meorrrei]

**She looked down at her servant. Feeling his distrust, and mirroring it herself, she stares hard after the retreating Sanis. She emmited a vexed tsk of irritation, and spoke low.. so only her servant could hear.

"jI can sssenssse jyourrr djissstrrrussst, Cjirrrrrrrr. Don't worrrrrrjy, he wjill come back.. jIf he knowsss what'sss good forrr hjim. Be watchful howeverrr."

**Sanis passed out of sight, making a beeline away from her as fast as he could. A stranger Jedi came up, talking first to her prospect. Hmmm... She wondered who the strange man was. He definantly did not seem like any Jedi. Ah well. With a barely perceptible shrug of her shoulders, she returned her attention back to the bartop.

**Saa felt a hand tap her on the shoulder. Of all the indignant things she had suffered through today, NOW THIS? How dare a man touch her without her permission. She grew even more miserable as the time went on. THe impertinant males, acting like they were not inferior. How dared they? With a loud growl, she turned around in a flash. Her speed was quick, and her hand flashed up to grab the insolent males.

**She hissed a loud, menacing sound; her fangs bared.

"jI would apprrrecjiate jif jyou kept jyourrr handsss frrrom mjy perrrssson. jI do not jintend to hurrrt that male jyou ssspeak of. Actualljy, jit jisss the farrrthessst thjing frrrom hurrrt that jI can thjink of. Now unlessssss jyou want to bujy me a drrrjink, leave me."

[Morgan Evanar]

"Actually, I think I will buy you a drink. Tequila, please." Morgan said to the serving droid, which twittered and quickly produced the drink. He took a lemon from the nearby dish, and squeezed it into the tequila. After carefully apraising the glass' contents for a moment, Morgan flicked his wrist, sending the contents into the felliniods eyes.

[Cirrsseeto Raurrssatta]

The first thing the rude alien felt were Cirrsseeto's claws, clamping across his throat like a vice grip. The claws extended just enough to pierce skin, ensuring that if the alien tried anything rash, his troubles would be greatly magnified. Cirrsseeto's brute strength sent the man off his feet, as the titanically-strong Cizerack held him suspended in the air, shaking him violently around. The felinoid's ears were folded back, and his long and sharp fangs were bared, ready at a moment's notice from his Mistress to rend this alien's flesh apart. Strings of spittle ran down from his jaws, as a rumbling growl shook the alien's bones.

<font size=5>Rrrrooouuuurrrrrrrrrr!!!!</font>

[Dragon dlayer]

uh oh..

[Morgan Evanar]

"Oh, aren't you cute?" Morgan stared into the felliniod's eyes as he was shaken about. He continued to growl at the fallen Jedi Knight.

He coughed once, and decided he was bored of the ride.

"I'm getting off now." The creature continued to growl stupidly. Morgan visciously cresent kicked him across the face with frightening speed. He landed on one foot, turned on his heel, and followed with an equally speedy reverse sidekick, knocking Cirsseto a couple of meters away.

[Cirrsseeto Raurrssatta]

Cirrsseeto winced painfully as he stumbled back. He was impressed with the scrawny alien's strength. He didn't seem capable of hitting like that...he was almost as strong as a Cizerack!

The manservant looked at his claws, now stained a shade of crimson. He looked up to see the alien's neck bleeding quite freely, his claws having torn down the flesh when he was kicked away. Cirrsseeto licked some of the blood from his claws, and hunched down low, ready to throw all of his 265 pound frame into action on a whim. Until Mistress Meorrrei said otherwise, this alien was meat.

[Hunk Seidou]

::jumps between the two, keeping them two arms-lengths apart::

Hey hey hey, knock it off you two. We're all friends here at Yog's.

[Morgan Evanar]

Morgan felt a wet, burning sensation. Torn nerves and skin. He did some quick calculations, and estimated he could be on his feet a good three hours before blood loss would incapaticate him, assuming his above average clotting factor did nothing. Forest green eyes narrowed, and Morgan dashed at Cirrsseetto. He skidded to a halt with a meter and a half between them, and force pulled him twoards him. Cirr wasted no time, attempting to claw Morgan's face appart. However, Morgan's head shifted to one side, only getting nicked, lightly drawing blood across his cheek. He threw his weight forward, and handed the felliniod a nasty uppercut.

The adrenaline from the pain felt wonderful.

[Saarrreeaa Meorrrei]

**She screamed and tore at her eyes. The foul, FOUL alien. Her scream sounded like someone had cut her throat open, everyone turned to look. It burned, especially to someone who had such sensitive eyes like hers. The lemon, oh it burned. And she would make the alien burn in hell for what he had done.

**She sensed Cirr attack the man, good. In a fit of animal rage she yelled out,

"Kjill hjim Cjirrrrrr.. teach hjim humjiljitjy"

**Saa had finally succeeded in wiping away the remnants of bitterness from her eyes. They still watered, but that was of no matter. Quickly wiping away the tears, she glared at the large man standing between her servant and the hateful, hateful alien male.

"And jif jyou don't get out of hjisss wajy, jyou'll pajy forrr jit, aljien. jI have no want to hurrrt jyou, onljy that jimpudent fool. He jisss no frrrjiend of mjine."

**Her claws came out in a flash. She was ready to help out Cirr if the calling needed it.

[Dragon dlayer]

*almost out of nowere 5 tracer bullets hit right infront of the female cat..she looked to see dragon holding his socom pistol*

"don't move!"