“Blyah! What you think me' are, eh? Any beardless puke can gain access and pull that map out of their intranet. When I tell you, that this is the place – this IS the place!” “Alrighty then. All weapons on stun and keep your boom-sticks holstered; we are here to “persuade” this chum and bring him back to our boss. If he resists, Y'all know what to do, eh?” The whole group nodded their heads in compliance and some even cracked the knuckles of their firsts. Others waved tentacles and other appendages, trying to emulate intimidating readiness. Some had their faceplates open and one could see wide, happy toothless grins accompanied by awkward chuckling.

While Anit'za was sipping wine and pleasantly lost in thought, a group of scruffy looking bounty hunters was walking towards the restaurant's entrance. There were no humans or other client races amongst them. Formed entirely of Fringe space aliens, they were sporting an arsenal of deadly melee and ranged weapons. Armed to the teeth, all wearing different types of armored space suits, the colorful bunch stopped right in front of the restaurant's door and began whispering among themselves on their PDA's comm links: “Oi Flyffloff, that's the human eatery they told us about, right? I don't want to look like an idiot by entering the wrong place.”