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“Dammit Martuk, you can’t do this. We had a deal!” Naiya growled, slamming her fist into the steel surface of the table to emphasize the word ‘deal’.
The man she was speaking to through the holographic comms unit set into the table just laughed a cold, dark laugh, then spoke in a sardonic tone.
“And that would stop me, why? Because you’ll run off and tattle to the Authorities? You can‘t touch me, girl; you're just a nameless tomb-robber with no credence to your words, whereas I am a well known and respected business man. Oh, don‘t worry, I‘ll make sure to send you a couple credits after I publish my findings on this lovely little Holocron I stumbled across.”
“You can’t access the Holocron, Martuk.” The cathar adventure spoke in a clear, firm tone, with barely concealed rage hiding itself within her voice.
“Hmph. I think you’re bluffing, but I’ll entertain you and your nonsense a bit longer. Why not? Because I’m not furry enough, and you are?”
A dark smile appeared on Swift’s muzzle as she replied. “No. Because I am a force sensitive, and you are not. The only kind of holocron you could access is a data holocron, and that is most certainly NOT a Data Holocron.”
“And what makes you so sure that I don’t have someone in my employ who can open it for me, Swift?”
“Because if you did have a force sensitive employee, you would have already accessed the Holocron. Face it, you still need me, unless you want to run off to the Jedi Order or the Ospion Guardians and ask very, very nicely for them to open it for you.”
Martuk’s smug grin quickly faded as Naiya saw through his deception. “You‘re surprisingly perceptive. I admit, I am encountering some… Issues that are interfering with me accessing the Holocron. But I assure you, Swift, I will access that Holocron. It‘s only a matter of time and the application of the appropriate resources.”
“Throwing money at your problem isn’t going to solve your problems this time.”
“Don’t bet on it, girl. You will find that I can be resourceful too, when the situation demands it. But, this conversation is now over; I have pressing matters to tend to. Good day; and please try not to do anything stupid. I'd hate to have to put you down like some deranged beast.” The Holographic representation of Martuk’s salt-and-pepper bearded visage faded out as the lights of the room automatically flickered back to life, leaving Naiya standing at the edge of the table, a scowl frozen in place upon her face.
The normally calm woman was positively livid. Every band of muscles in her body was tensed, her ears were flattened against her skull, and her claws were partially unsheathed; if her expression wasn’t enough warning to others to steer clear of her, her body language was certainly a clear signal that anyone approaching her risked loss of life and limb should they accidentally incite her.
She pushed herself away from the table and stormed out of the comms room of her vessel. Swift moved straight towards her ship’s armory and upon arriving at the Armory’s sealed door, she practically punched the control pad as she entered it’s unlock code.
She didn’t even wait for the door to fully open before shoving her way into the small room. The cathar seized her pulse rifle, a bandoleer of grenades, her blaster pistol, and a large supply of ammunition and spare power cells for her rifle. The next thing she snapped up was her latest suit of armor, a mostly black suit of Modular Assault Armor, which she hurriedly pulled on over her clothes.
Now armed and more dangerous than before, Naiya departed the armory and headed directly for her ship’s boarding hatch. She was going to pay Mr. Kol Martuk’s Coruscant offices a visit, a visit that would ultimately end with her ripping the Holocron out of Martuk’s greedy, lifeless hands.
The man she was speaking to through the holographic comms unit set into the table just laughed a cold, dark laugh, then spoke in a sardonic tone.
“And that would stop me, why? Because you’ll run off and tattle to the Authorities? You can‘t touch me, girl; you're just a nameless tomb-robber with no credence to your words, whereas I am a well known and respected business man. Oh, don‘t worry, I‘ll make sure to send you a couple credits after I publish my findings on this lovely little Holocron I stumbled across.”
“You can’t access the Holocron, Martuk.” The cathar adventure spoke in a clear, firm tone, with barely concealed rage hiding itself within her voice.
“Hmph. I think you’re bluffing, but I’ll entertain you and your nonsense a bit longer. Why not? Because I’m not furry enough, and you are?”
A dark smile appeared on Swift’s muzzle as she replied. “No. Because I am a force sensitive, and you are not. The only kind of holocron you could access is a data holocron, and that is most certainly NOT a Data Holocron.”
“And what makes you so sure that I don’t have someone in my employ who can open it for me, Swift?”
“Because if you did have a force sensitive employee, you would have already accessed the Holocron. Face it, you still need me, unless you want to run off to the Jedi Order or the Ospion Guardians and ask very, very nicely for them to open it for you.”
Martuk’s smug grin quickly faded as Naiya saw through his deception. “You‘re surprisingly perceptive. I admit, I am encountering some… Issues that are interfering with me accessing the Holocron. But I assure you, Swift, I will access that Holocron. It‘s only a matter of time and the application of the appropriate resources.”
“Throwing money at your problem isn’t going to solve your problems this time.”
“Don’t bet on it, girl. You will find that I can be resourceful too, when the situation demands it. But, this conversation is now over; I have pressing matters to tend to. Good day; and please try not to do anything stupid. I'd hate to have to put you down like some deranged beast.” The Holographic representation of Martuk’s salt-and-pepper bearded visage faded out as the lights of the room automatically flickered back to life, leaving Naiya standing at the edge of the table, a scowl frozen in place upon her face.
The normally calm woman was positively livid. Every band of muscles in her body was tensed, her ears were flattened against her skull, and her claws were partially unsheathed; if her expression wasn’t enough warning to others to steer clear of her, her body language was certainly a clear signal that anyone approaching her risked loss of life and limb should they accidentally incite her.
She pushed herself away from the table and stormed out of the comms room of her vessel. Swift moved straight towards her ship’s armory and upon arriving at the Armory’s sealed door, she practically punched the control pad as she entered it’s unlock code.
She didn’t even wait for the door to fully open before shoving her way into the small room. The cathar seized her pulse rifle, a bandoleer of grenades, her blaster pistol, and a large supply of ammunition and spare power cells for her rifle. The next thing she snapped up was her latest suit of armor, a mostly black suit of Modular Assault Armor, which she hurriedly pulled on over her clothes.
Now armed and more dangerous than before, Naiya departed the armory and headed directly for her ship’s boarding hatch. She was going to pay Mr. Kol Martuk’s Coruscant offices a visit, a visit that would ultimately end with her ripping the Holocron out of Martuk’s greedy, lifeless hands.