As the three outsiders approach the Oasis, Dex smiles grimly to himself, lost in thought as he watches Tatoo II crest the horizon. Ears was dutifully locked up in the ship’s bathroom after safely removing everything that wasn’t welded or attached. “What could possibly go wrong?” he wonders. Knowing that little rat beast though, it would probably find a way to wreak some havoc regardless of his precautions. No matter, he considers, it’s end would come soon enough, one way or another. Glancing at his partners and taking a deep breath, he opens the door and steps into the bar.

Inside, business has picked up since their last visit, hours ago. Many of the local farmers and citizens of the small community sit at the various booths, tables, and seats, eating, drinking, and relaxing after a long day’s work. Leem is across the cantina at the opposite side of the L-shaped bar, talking with one of the patrons. From his permanent seat, the ever-alert big man, Dersh, recognizes the trio as they enter and inconspicuously clears his throat to get Leem’s attention. Most people wouldn’t have noticed the signal, but Jarren, Dex, and Ian are not most people. They all recognize the call, as does Leem, who breaks off his conversation politely and strolls over while wiping out a mug with his towel.

Jarren can feel Leem and Dersh’s eyes probing their silhouettes for the tell-tale sharp angles of blaster handles. For once, the Omwati is thankful for the makeshift poncho since it pretty much obscures anything under it. He mentally notes that they can’t seem to detect the party’s hidden blasters, but realizes that they would never assume that they didn’t have them based on some questionable visual search. Nevertheless, he’s pleased at the small advantage.

“So, you boys decided to show up after all?” the Rodian snorts.

Dex nods, taking the initiative and letting Ian and Jarren remain silent (except for Ian’s occasional insane-man quiet mumbling).

Leem motions with his head to Dersh, who grudgingly separates himself from his barstool and heads for the back room. Ian was beginning to wonder if that stool wasn’t just a part of the big man’s anatomy since he’d never seen him stand up or be anywhere else.

Watching Dex and Jarren’s eyes follow the oversize human’s progress toward the rear of the establishment, Leem reassures them, “He’s letting Joko know you’re here. It’ll just be a minute and he’ll fetch you.”

The alien seems finished with the group and henceforth doesn’t pay anything other than casual attention to the party. He wanders off to take drink orders from some customers at the bar.

After a few minutes, just long enough to get the three sweating under their ponchos about what might happen, Dersh appears in the doorframe at the far wall and motions them over with his ham-sized hand. The three glance at each other, knowing that this is the last chance to turn back. Dex sets his features, ready to turn on the charm, and strides confidently toward the big man. The other two follow, Jarren taking note of potential threats, and Ian doing the same as he weaves his way toward the door (they don't notice anything unusual). Ian pauses at one table to loom over a couple sitting there and feigns that he’s going to snatch their food before changing his mind and moving on. The act served it’s purpose; scaring the couple and convincing them in the process that he is indeed crazy. Ian hopes that others watching believe as well. Not many things are as big of an advantage as an enemy that underestimates your capabilities.

Dersh falls in behind them as they enter the back room, closing the door and blocking the exit with his bulk. He crosses his arms in front of him and looks ahead, pretending to ignore the guests.

Across the room, sitting behind an antiquated desk is a pale green Rodian, the now infamous Joko, recognizable from the previous night’s back-alley adventure. Joko is rubbing his snout with one suction-cupped hand and returning something to the desk drawer with the other. Dex clearly smells the faint, but unmistakable scent of glitterstim spice in the air. Ian does as well, although he’s not entirely convinced that that’s what it is. Jarren doesn’t notice at all.

With his large black eyes glistening, Joko speaks. “Here they are. The ragtag crew I’ve been hearing so much about.” He laughs and Dersh chuckles in the back. “My brother tells me you have a business proposition for me. Let’s hear it, I have much to do.”

[OOC: I have done spot/listen/sense motive checks for everyone throughout. If anything is not in here, you didn’t notice it.]