Bochaba the Hutt's Warehouse
Hutta City, Nar Shaddaa
[Huttese] "Ah, Dryden. About time. We're wrapping up this joint," the Hutt slithered between the racks, as droids and mechanical loaders relieved them of the numerous crates. Bochaba was followed closely by a couple of YD security droids armed with E-11 blaster rifles. Quite the precautions, even for him. Kel had to speed up a little to keep up with the Hutt. That was saying much—Bochaba wasn't known for his speed.
"What are we even up against?" the scoundrel asked, as the Hutt stopped again, looking at a few of the more valuable crates that were being loaded onto a cargo platform. "Hard to say. But I've lost contact with 3 other warehouses. This is the last one..." he paused for a moment, before turning towards the scoundrel and exclaiming somewhat angrily—as evidenced by the slime flying out of his mouth and landing at Kel's shoulder: "For all I know, it could be your fault, Dryden. Remember that botched ship robbery job? How many escorts did you say had arrived at the site?"
"Of course you'd bring it up and blame anyone but yourself, the one who ordered that raid," Kel thought while cleaning off the slime. Outloud he said a different thing: "A few fighters and a combat freighter. But if the things are that bad, shouldn't we just forget about the cargo and run?" It made sense; whoever Kel had been up against during the failed raid, they had at least as many assets as Bochaba. And now they presumably had Bochaba's warehouses, and held the Hutt himself by the tail. The Hutt didn't like it, venting his anger on his subordinates: "I decide when we go. And we do it after we grab what we can. I've just sent a load of spice to the Swift. Now go and keep her warm and ready for my arrival, Dryden. But not like you kept it warm for Captain Taro." The Hutt... chuckled nervously? Kel couldn't say for sure, but Bochaba had definitely lost control.
And yet again, he had reminded Kel about how he had fled the botched space piracy attempt aboard the Black Swift... Leaving everyone but the ship's astromech either spaced, or aboard the disabled freighter, just as it was getting surrounded by enemy. "I'm sending one of the droids with you. To keep the Swift safe, and to make sure you don't have any... ideas."
The Hutt didn't trust his pilot with the most prized ship, and Kel could see why. Luckily, his services were still needed, especially now. Kel didn't really mind the touche and the extra protection: "Yeah, sure. Let's go, tin-can." With that, he'd walk towards the back entrance, followed by one of Bochaba's droids. Even with the extra droid and with standard gear (flight suit under the leather jacket, and DL-44 blaster pistol holstered on the hip), the scoundrel couldn't but feel the tension: Bochaba's and his own.
It was like a string that was stretched too hard, about to snap. And the closer Kel went to the back door, the stronger that weird gut feeling became...
Hutta City, Nar Shaddaa
[Huttese] "Ah, Dryden. About time. We're wrapping up this joint," the Hutt slithered between the racks, as droids and mechanical loaders relieved them of the numerous crates. Bochaba was followed closely by a couple of YD security droids armed with E-11 blaster rifles. Quite the precautions, even for him. Kel had to speed up a little to keep up with the Hutt. That was saying much—Bochaba wasn't known for his speed.
"What are we even up against?" the scoundrel asked, as the Hutt stopped again, looking at a few of the more valuable crates that were being loaded onto a cargo platform. "Hard to say. But I've lost contact with 3 other warehouses. This is the last one..." he paused for a moment, before turning towards the scoundrel and exclaiming somewhat angrily—as evidenced by the slime flying out of his mouth and landing at Kel's shoulder: "For all I know, it could be your fault, Dryden. Remember that botched ship robbery job? How many escorts did you say had arrived at the site?"
"Of course you'd bring it up and blame anyone but yourself, the one who ordered that raid," Kel thought while cleaning off the slime. Outloud he said a different thing: "A few fighters and a combat freighter. But if the things are that bad, shouldn't we just forget about the cargo and run?" It made sense; whoever Kel had been up against during the failed raid, they had at least as many assets as Bochaba. And now they presumably had Bochaba's warehouses, and held the Hutt himself by the tail. The Hutt didn't like it, venting his anger on his subordinates: "I decide when we go. And we do it after we grab what we can. I've just sent a load of spice to the Swift. Now go and keep her warm and ready for my arrival, Dryden. But not like you kept it warm for Captain Taro." The Hutt... chuckled nervously? Kel couldn't say for sure, but Bochaba had definitely lost control.
And yet again, he had reminded Kel about how he had fled the botched space piracy attempt aboard the Black Swift... Leaving everyone but the ship's astromech either spaced, or aboard the disabled freighter, just as it was getting surrounded by enemy. "I'm sending one of the droids with you. To keep the Swift safe, and to make sure you don't have any... ideas."
The Hutt didn't trust his pilot with the most prized ship, and Kel could see why. Luckily, his services were still needed, especially now. Kel didn't really mind the touche and the extra protection: "Yeah, sure. Let's go, tin-can." With that, he'd walk towards the back entrance, followed by one of Bochaba's droids. Even with the extra droid and with standard gear (flight suit under the leather jacket, and DL-44 blaster pistol holstered on the hip), the scoundrel couldn't but feel the tension: Bochaba's and his own.
It was like a string that was stretched too hard, about to snap. And the closer Kel went to the back door, the stronger that weird gut feeling became...