It was an unlikely trio. Well, at the very least Poffo was unlikely. His partner Klied and the third wheel Aska seemed to be getting along just famously. It was entirely possible that Poffo would be the third wheel when all was said and done. Poffo wasn't sure how much Klied actually liked him, but he figured that the bounty hunter at least understood Poffo's value, and if anything, Klied seem to like a good value. He seemed to value credits anyway, and good value was a great means to good credits. One thing was for sure, however. Poffo and Aska had gotten off on the wrong foot. What's more, Poffo couldn't care less. If she couldn't take a joke and spit fire with the boys without her getting panties in a bunch, she ought stop trying to be one of the boys. That's the way Poffo looked at it.
Be that as it may, Klied seemed to think that she was an asset to getting their hands on Mil Ro. Klied and Poffo already had Treeno Tairo in hand, but he had dangled exactly the right bait to possibly get released- Mil Ro. Mil Ro was worth well more than two in the bush. Because of his ties to Bragg Tyllon, the capture and return of Mil Ro to Coruscant was worth more than ten Treeno Tairos. And if they could manage to nab Tyllon and survive...well, they could all three take a vacation for a while with what he was worth. But, the bounty hunters had to get Mil Ro before they could get a lead on Tyllon, and Klied's plan had merit- Tyllon's lackey wouldn't recognize Aska.
So, Poffo sat on the ship as they left the Skids of Tyrena on Corellia to the capital city of the planet, Coronet City. Aska had access to a ship which was good, because the ship was part of the bait. Poffo, annoyed with Klied's apparent affinity for the third wheel, and a personality conflict with Aska, retreated to one of the sleeping quarters on the ship with a bottle of booze and Treeno Tairo tied to a chair in the quarters alongside. The Rodian was sufficiently warned to keep his trap shut so that Poffo could nod off. Sauvage drank himself to sleep, trying to limit conversation with the others as much as possible. Plus, the booze always took the edge off- the nerves, the pain, all of it.
Poffo woke as the engines flared and the creaking and crackling of the ship started to wail in anticipation of settling to land. Poffo took another long swig and started making his way back to the front. The sooner they got their hands on Ro, the sooner Poffo might be able to ditch the broad.
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