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Boots rang on the boarding ramp of Eclipse. Two people descended into the small hanger, under the watchful eye of a guard droid.
Of the two, the more noticeable one was the Twi'lek. Her silvery mesh garment was both simple and revealing, and the sway of her hips commanded all male attention. Her bare legs were shapely, yet well muscled, revealing a dancer's background, the weapons strapped to each thigh only accenting this. She looked like a dream come true, the perfect bodyguard. Her eyes were sultry, almost lazy, with a 'come-hither' look that instantly disarmed people. Kette'ayala would star in men's dreams that night.
Beside her, slouched shorter than his companion, the human seemed almost an afterthought. The leather of his jacket was not particularly fine. His hair was cropped short, revealing that half his left ear was gone, and he moved with a nonchalance that was almost an insult. His expression was one of indifference. Djak Mikos, instantly forgotten, utterly unremarkable.
If only the Hutt in front of them knew...
"My majordomo has recommended you," Garuula the Hutt boomed. "He says that your discretion is unparalleled."
"As long as the price is right," Djak nodded. "What I don't know won't hurt me."
"He says I can trust you to deliver my cargo."
Djak shrugged. "That depends on the cargo and destination. And timing. And did I mention pay?"
The Hutt glowered. "You will deliver for me," he continued. "You will bring my cargo to Felucia in four weeks, all seals untouched. You will do this, and I will not place such a bounty on your head as to make all hunters track you."
"Okay, you've got my attention now," Djak said, unworried. "What's the cargo?"
"A square box, approximatively one cubic meter. The contents need not concern you."
"Will it concern inspectors?"
"Come, come. A smuggler stands before his own ship, given a small cargo, and he wonders about inspectors? Do not insult me! You will keep my box away from the eyes of inspectors!"
"Then I assume that the receiver is prepared for my bill for all expenses? I was going to cover fuel myself, but if I have to drop a few bribes here and there, well, that's cutting into my profits. Especially since I have a feeling you won't let me pick up any legit cargoes en route."
"I will not dignify that with a reply," Garuula snapped. "You should find your total reimbursement to be more than adequate."
"I want twenty thousand up front," Djak said, moving on to the next phase. "Your client had damned well better have the other half when I arrive. Otherwise, you may come and pay for it yourself."
"Then I want surety," Garuula came back. "Twenty thousand is a lot. I want some sort of leverage. Your companion will do. She will remain with me till your return."
"Ah, ah, ah!" Djak waved a finger warningly. "I need her. A deathmark's not enough?"
The corpulent alien's eyes narrowed as he realized what he had just given away. Deathmarks could be avoided if a being had money, after all.
"My own man!" Garuula said finally. "He will guard the cargo while in transit."
"I ain't preppin' his grub," Djak growled.
"He will be adequately equipped with resources. Karlile?"
A Bothan that Djak suspected was the alleged Majordomo came and conferred with Garuula for a few minutes. A comlink was activated, and words exchanged.
"Absolutely no Gammoreans," Djak said quickly. "I will not have a Gammorean on my clean ship."
"This is no Gammorean," Garuula rumbled, turning away. "Our business is concluded. The cargo is on the gravsled. Your escort will be along shortly."
Djak made a rude hand gesture at the diminishing back, and stood waiting, tapping his fingers, adjusting the fit of his jacket, staring around, sighing, and in general making a show of being put upon. Beside him, Kette'ayala showed no signs of worry.
Of the two, the more noticeable one was the Twi'lek. Her silvery mesh garment was both simple and revealing, and the sway of her hips commanded all male attention. Her bare legs were shapely, yet well muscled, revealing a dancer's background, the weapons strapped to each thigh only accenting this. She looked like a dream come true, the perfect bodyguard. Her eyes were sultry, almost lazy, with a 'come-hither' look that instantly disarmed people. Kette'ayala would star in men's dreams that night.
Beside her, slouched shorter than his companion, the human seemed almost an afterthought. The leather of his jacket was not particularly fine. His hair was cropped short, revealing that half his left ear was gone, and he moved with a nonchalance that was almost an insult. His expression was one of indifference. Djak Mikos, instantly forgotten, utterly unremarkable.
If only the Hutt in front of them knew...
"My majordomo has recommended you," Garuula the Hutt boomed. "He says that your discretion is unparalleled."
"As long as the price is right," Djak nodded. "What I don't know won't hurt me."
"He says I can trust you to deliver my cargo."
Djak shrugged. "That depends on the cargo and destination. And timing. And did I mention pay?"
The Hutt glowered. "You will deliver for me," he continued. "You will bring my cargo to Felucia in four weeks, all seals untouched. You will do this, and I will not place such a bounty on your head as to make all hunters track you."
"Okay, you've got my attention now," Djak said, unworried. "What's the cargo?"
"A square box, approximatively one cubic meter. The contents need not concern you."
"Will it concern inspectors?"
"Come, come. A smuggler stands before his own ship, given a small cargo, and he wonders about inspectors? Do not insult me! You will keep my box away from the eyes of inspectors!"
"Then I assume that the receiver is prepared for my bill for all expenses? I was going to cover fuel myself, but if I have to drop a few bribes here and there, well, that's cutting into my profits. Especially since I have a feeling you won't let me pick up any legit cargoes en route."
"I will not dignify that with a reply," Garuula snapped. "You should find your total reimbursement to be more than adequate."
"I want twenty thousand up front," Djak said, moving on to the next phase. "Your client had damned well better have the other half when I arrive. Otherwise, you may come and pay for it yourself."
"Then I want surety," Garuula came back. "Twenty thousand is a lot. I want some sort of leverage. Your companion will do. She will remain with me till your return."
"Ah, ah, ah!" Djak waved a finger warningly. "I need her. A deathmark's not enough?"
The corpulent alien's eyes narrowed as he realized what he had just given away. Deathmarks could be avoided if a being had money, after all.
"My own man!" Garuula said finally. "He will guard the cargo while in transit."
"I ain't preppin' his grub," Djak growled.
"He will be adequately equipped with resources. Karlile?"
A Bothan that Djak suspected was the alleged Majordomo came and conferred with Garuula for a few minutes. A comlink was activated, and words exchanged.
"Absolutely no Gammoreans," Djak said quickly. "I will not have a Gammorean on my clean ship."
"This is no Gammorean," Garuula rumbled, turning away. "Our business is concluded. The cargo is on the gravsled. Your escort will be along shortly."
Djak made a rude hand gesture at the diminishing back, and stood waiting, tapping his fingers, adjusting the fit of his jacket, staring around, sighing, and in general making a show of being put upon. Beside him, Kette'ayala showed no signs of worry.