"I heard it, boyo, with me own ears!" The animated Galvan shouted as he slammed his robotic arm down onto the table.

"Easy, Starfist. Let's say I believe you. What do you want ME to do about it?" Gui lazily sunk back into his chair.

"Ya know, a Jedi would want to take care of this. They're all about helping us less fortunate folk."

"I'm not a Jedi. Not anymore." Gui grumbled. "Besides, even if the Consuls are conspiring to steal your barrels of Bestine Port, maybe you cutting back isn't necessarily a bad thing."

"Listen here, mate." Galvan's face had become more serious than it had ever been before. "No one, I mean NO one, touches me booze."

"Look, pal, I'm not sure what you even want me to do abou-"

Gui was abruptly cut-off as Galvan spun around in the Gilded Lady, one of Canto Bight's premiere Cantinas and began to shout. His chest pumping with anger and adrenaline.

The upper-class patrons all turned, most completely oblivious to what the short but stout fellow was even yammering about.

"I dare any one of you karking gutter womps to touch me supply!"

"Galvan-" Gui tried to settle the turbulent chest thumper.

"I'll break off your fingers an' feed'em to the -"

Gui rolled his eyes and sighed. He didn't understand half of what Starfist was going on about either. The colorful language was certainly not helping matters. As he processed the dialogue through his mental codex of basic slang intertwined with choice phrases that were more than likely, corellisi in origin. A tubby gambler stood from his seat and rolled the dice when he shouted "Sit down and shut up, you little worrt!"

"Oh no…" Gui's thoughts became audible.

"What did you just say to me?" Galvan stomped up to the foolish drunkard. "What. Did you just say to me?" he growled, driving his cybernetic finger into the Zeltron's gut.

"I said." The Zeltron bent at the waist nearly pressing his nose against Galvan's. "Sit down and shut u-" Galvan erupted like a mustafarian geyser and roared as he reached up and grabbed the man by the nape. With all the strength packed into his tiny frame he tugged down, driving the forehead of the Zeltron into the table, pinning him there.

He grumbled more swear words into the Zeltron's face as the Cantina imploded with aggression. A mug smashed into the back of Galvan's head, rattling him only momentarily as he drew his Powerhammer from his back and wound it above his head before cracking the foolish Rodian attacker in the hip. A rodese squeal was followed by the sound of shattering glass as he fell into the bar.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!!" Gui shouted as he stumbled back, twisted around, and seemingly danced away from chaotic hammer swings. All the while he commanded Galvan to end his rampage.

Patrons screamed as the less confrontational folk either ran out or lined the walls to get a front row seat for the drama unfolding before their very eyes.

"These people aren't stealing your liquo-" Gui tried but to no avail as Galvan ran forward and planted a foot onto the seat of a chair, propelling himself into a knee strike that would connect with the jaw of an encroaching Trandoshan.

Starfist land and huffed with anger as those who were going to attempt apprehension stopped and threw their hands up as they backed away.

Just then, bursting through the doors was a security task force with Korvis and Juda Graves leading the charge. It wasn't long before word reached their ears as they deliberated with the other Consul's outside. The commotion could have awakened the dead.

"What's going on here!" Korvis shouted.

Galvan growled as he locked eyes with Selika Roh standing behind Juda and Korvis.

"You!" Galvan shouted. "I heard you wanna steal me Port you wen-"

"Easy, Blacksmith." She stepped forward. "I'm not some drunken bar-fly to be trifled with." She said coldly.

Galvan stammered.

"What's this about stealing your supply?" Korvis spoke up.

"You, she, you all were."

"We were what?" Juda chimed in.

"Uhh, he said you were going to rob him." Gui butted in.

Juda looked from Gui to Galvan.

"Rob you?" He groaned. "You moron, we were going to PAY you for your drink. We thought a celebration after the games was the least we could do."

"Pay." Galvan huffed. "Pay me?"

"Yes, pay you. Just like you're going to pay the owner here for any damages you may have caused." Korvis looked around. "Judging by the state of this bar. This has become a very expensive misunderstanding."

"Told ya so." Gui grinned.

"Told me, you din't tell me any-"

"Clean it up!" Juda stepped forward. He was one of the few that Galvan actually listened to. "Pay the man." He pointed to the owner of the bar. "Bring the barrels of Port to the assembly by tomorrow." He commanded before turning to smooth things over with the
Security that stood eager to crack down on Galvan with their stun batons.

Starfist felt smaller than his stature.

"Sure thing boss." He spat before shooting the grinning Gui a wicked look.

Hector Von Ricmore
Canto Bight, Cantonica

Cantonica was a wonderful world. A haven to those who would seek to indulge their vices. Gambling, drinking, spice and sex could all be found if you knew where to look.
Hector Von Ricmore knew where to look and was there to indulge. He had spent the last several hours losing money on sabacc and other card games, Corellian whiskey in hand and a smile on his face. It wasn’t solely about winning. The exhilaration came from the possibility and the joy of actually doing so.

The conflicts the Brotherhood faced were more than enough to fill Von’s pockets. Crafting weapons and armor and making repairs and parts for the Vehicles the organization employed was extremely lucrative. As such he had no issue losing a few thousand credits here or there. Staying in good favor with Canto Bight was far more important. The city offered many opportunities of the illegal variety. It was for that reason that Hector Von Ricmore was present in the city.

The human had taken his role as Deathwatch Quaestor very seriously, actively working to aid in building the infrastructure of Clan Vizsla. His recent designs included the Kast War Forge and Ion Pulse-Cannon.

Von had learned from the invasion by the Children of Mortis. He observed how powerful trained and augmented creatures could be for a militarized force. Such a tactic should be utilized for the betterment of Clan Vizsla.

The creature needed to be powerful and also serve as a symbol. While researching the potential choices he remembered the existence of the Arx Wolf. The wolf could serve as a symbol of the Brotherhood and there was a variant tied to Clan Arcona. But the creature wasn’t large enough for what the Mandalorian had in mind. He pictured heavy fast moving cavalry, Vizsla warriors mounted on giant wolves crushing the enemy before them.

Von carried a briefcase given to him by the Collegium of Science. The briefcase contained the genetic information of the Arx wolf, as well as payment from Clan Vizsla.

His contact was an Arkanian geneticist named Yuna Nal. A tall woman of exquisite beauty, no doubt unnaturally created from the species' preferred genetic engineering. The Mandalorian arrived at her table and introduced himself.

“Ms. Nal, I am Hector Von Ricmore. I have a proposition for you.”

The Arkanian quirked an eyebrow in curiosity.
“Let us hear it Mr. Ricmore.”

“I have here a briefcase containing the DNA of a creature known as the Arx Wolf. I desire for the DNA to be modified to produce creatures the size of the fabled Loth Wolf which are capable of being tamed and utilized as mounts. Any increased intelligence you can impart while also doing so will be well rewarded.”

Yuna Nal rested her chin on her hands. “And what would you be willing to pay for such a task? Genetic manipulation is not an inexpensive process.”

Von nodded his head. “In addition to the DNA you will find the first of your payment in the briefcase. Beskar Ingots and Serassian Iron. Both expensive metals that can fetch quite a price. Further payment can be negotiated in the form of a contract, as long as you continue to provide the creatures.”

Yuna Nal pondered the offer. “I believe this is agreeable.” She slid a small pice of flimsiplast forward. “You can contact me on this comm frequency. I’ll trust that we will be in touch.”

“Of course. We will speak soon.” Von stated as he left the table.

Before he left the city he figured he would use the lavatory. Entering the restroom his eyes observed The Consuls of the Brotherhood talking in a hushed tone.

“I’m not getting involved in this.” Von proclaimed as he left the bathroom and walked towards his shuttle.