[Jabba's Throne Room]

The whine of repulsorlifts filled the air as the predatory form of a dull red HWK 290 Courier settled to the ground in Docking Bay 5 of the Mandalorian Space Port. Shutting down her ship's engines, Rasha undid her safety restraints and peered out one of the vessel's side windows, looking for any sign of a contact. Apparently he or she was standing in a different part of the hangar then that covered by the viewport however, either that, or they hadn't arrived yet. Grimacing briefly, Rasha looked down at the skimpy gold outfit she was wearing along with Viscos gunbelt. Despite the urgency of her mission, she was really regretting not stopping in Mos Eisley to get a few of her things, as the disguise she'd worn while capturing Viscos was not what she wanted to be wearing in a face to face meeting with the galaxy's most deadly bounty hunter. Still, she'd managed to get through a meeting with Jabba in the outfit, so with any luck she'd be able to get through a meeting with Fett in it too.

Adjusting Viscos' gunbelt slightly around her waist, Rasha opened the Hawkbat's hatch and descended into the landing bay.

One of the Mandalorian Guards approached her. They were unfamiliar with a Twi'lek Bounty Hunter.

"What is your business here?! Are you the one called 'Rasha'... If so... Follow me... Otherwise.. Leave!!!"

The guard held his blaster up, he like many others had no respect for female Twi'leks.

Despite having developed a good ability to control her facial expressions over the years, Rasha couldn't help but glare a little as she replied to the Mandalorian. Placng her hands on her hips -which meant that her gun hand was also fairly close to Viscos' blaster -the twi'lek bounty huntress spoke.

"Yes, I am Rasha Vartil. I have business with your leader."

As she spoke, Rasha was actually a bit glad that she had Viscos' Model 434 on her rather then her usual DL-18. The hefty pistol feld somewhat clumsy compared to her usual sidearm, but it was also a lot more intimidating then the lighter eighteen. Not that any blaster was likely to intiimidate a Mandalorian much, but at least she was likely to get a little more respect with one that might prove able to penetrate their armor then one that probably wouldn't unless it hit a weak spot.

Continued after Lewy's next post in:
[Boba Fett's Quarters]

"Yeah, yeah come with me, then."

The mandalorian didn't say a word all the way.
He was sulky, having been equipped with such a disgracing task.
A female Twi'lek! Escorting a female Twi'lek!
You were not supposed to do that, you were supposed to...
He coughed.

"This is it. Wait here, and don't go away and be dragged into the shadows by one of the recruits, if you please..."

He marched in to speak to Fett.
He very soon marched out again, seemingly even more grympy than before.

"The master wishes to see you now," he growled before elbowing her out of his way and started to walk very fast away.

(You may post in Boba Fett's quarters now. Sorry 'bout my absence!)