Daonlathas,
Executive District,
Stoinian Ambassadorial Tower,

A few days had passed since Sinclair's speech confronting the controversies and it was deemed safe again. His children had gone back to school and some Stoinian delegations had arrived, looking to expand their businesses in Ryccia. Amongst them was a certain individual who had requested a private hearing with the Legate. and had somehow managed to avoid his name being revealed. This man soon entered Legate Sinclair's office and he sure was in for the surprise.

"I hope I am not disturbing our dear Legate."

Sinclair was stupefied. The man was none other than Nick O'Carr, the famous Stoinian Bounty Hunter.

"Damn, so this is our best Bounty Hunter? The famous Mr. O'Carr."

O'Carr twirled with his hat as he put it back on and handed out his hand.

"The one and only. I must say Daonlathas is quite a jewel."

"Are you referring to the architecture or your business potential?"

"I don't think we know a material worth as much as my business potential here."

"So you trying to expand your businesses in Ryccia?"

"Only the private investigator part. I have been informed Bounty Hunting is outlawed in Ryccia or have may sources been mistaken?"

"You sources were indeed correct. Please sit down Mr. O'Carr."

Sinclair gestured with his hand as he himself sat down. O'Carr sat down, but quickly threw his feet on the table.

"Tank you, Legate Sinclair. Since I am here to discuss business, let's talk it. I am sure the Legate of Stoinia to Ryccia has quite a busy schedule."

"Well it's mostly now helping Stoinians set themselves up here and there. The Ryccians are still a bit sour from the backlash from my interview. God damn these people ... But what can I help you with."

"I see, well my current plan is to get to know people better. Know how they react in certain manners, how they think that stuff. Since you are the Stoinian with the most experience, I figured I could learn from you. So what can you tell me besides the obvious. Oh by the way, can I light up my cigarillo?"

"I'd rather you didn't. I am sure my Velpan aide would smell it and he wouldn't be appreciative of it. Besides, you might want to hide the smoking, I suspect they won't appreciate it. For as decadent as these people can be, I haven't seen anything like it. But these people might surprise me. So you want my advice on how to deal with these people?"

"I understand. Your office, your rules. Well you said they are decadent. Perhaps we should start there."

"You can see it for yourself in the bars around here. Their flamboyant clothing choice says enough. Hell, I even think they might throw you out if they see you sitting in a chair like that?"

"Oh, you want me to lower my legs?"

"Oh no, please make yourself comfortable. If this makes you feel at home, go at it. You'll get nerved real easy with these Ryccians as it is."

O'Carr tipped his hat as Sinclair continued.

"Well they seem to think they are above us. The same way we see xeno races as barbarians they see us, though they would rather educate than neutralise us. Well ... Most of them anyway. I have heard the more rural worlds might be more easy going, but everything on this planet is a hundred times worse than the most luxurious restaurant in Sinaia. That aside, don't use racial slurs. They have classes in schools about it and that should say enough about it."

"Gotcha, no Ryccies, Long Necks, Fox Face and Slime Faces?"

"I see people should get more creative. But yeah, don't use your imagination here. Treat every species as if they were Terran."

"Well hold on, I can't dance with a Kaminoan lady now can I? So why should they expect me to treat her like one of our ladies?"

"Avoid those cases, but when you speak don't make differences and you'll be fine."

"So ... How do you ask a Kaminoan Lady out for a dance?"

"Well if you have tried it on an ice cold lady before who barely shows emotion or interest what so ever, than you might have a shot. Other than that, don't. From what I have gathered they're more of the scientists of Ryccia. They want cold efficiency I imagine. But you might want to research if they indeed do dance ..."

"Noted. And these Vurb ... Vurbentans, that's it. What's the deal with them?"

"Don't know, they seem to act pretty much like we do from what I have seen. As a matter of fact I can only say they are good architects. This tower was designed by one."

"Ah I see, get these guys to know hand on. Maybe ask a lady of theirs for a dance ..."

Sinclair couldn't help but chuckle. O'Carr was indeed persistent.

"And the Velpans, what about them?"

"They're bloody cold killers. But for real, if anything they are probably the species incarnation of old corrupt politicians. They're cunning and don't underestimate them for you are in their territory. Although you might get some small talk if you start about hunting. The King told me they might be the only ones left to appreciate such pleasantries. They also are quite distant from what I have seen, though I am unable to tell if that changes over time. Something you best discover yourself."

"Aha, I guess I'll have to go out and see it myself."

"Yes, though I suggest you go to a more middle class region at first. We can't have another fallout in the executive district like the interview. We have a bad reputation as it is and I don't want to make it any worse."

"Don't worry Legate Sinclair. I brought my fancy pants with me and I'll put them to good use."

O'Carr then stood up and shook Sinclair's hand.

"Thank you for your time, Legate Sinclair. I hope you won't die of a head ache from all the stress then."

"Make that both of us. Best of luck, Mr. O'Carr, and remember, don't do anything stupid."

O'Carr tipped his hat again and headed out. Foixon was just about to enter the room, but something odd was in the air. A smell he hadn't tasted before. Unbeknownst to him it was O'Carr's cigarillo.

"Legate Sinclair, I have the report on the opposition. Who was that man? And pardon me, why did he smell so strange?"

"That was Nick O'Carr, the famous Bounty Hunter. I don't know what you are referring to, he didn't smell that funny from what I could tell."

"It was something subtle Sir ... But anyways here's your report. The opposition is ... "

The remainder of the day Sinclair was left to deal with bureaucracy and other matters, while O'Carr had the chance to show of his fancy Stoinian pants.