Zabraki

"Start the ship, droid. We're leaving." The Zabrak Intelligence Agent announced hurriedly as soon as the door behind him closed. Instantly vanished was the accent he'd been using all evening, replaced with the assertive commanding voice that was more common coming from his throat. Suit jacket was removed from his shoulders and formal black tie was loosened from his neck. The ships native droid instantly got to work on preparing the exclusive shuttle craft for launch; while it's owner tried to slink undetected to his private quarters. He failed. "How did your date go Agent?" His horned, crimson skinned head turned to face the smooth Rattata