Ner Giza
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- Dec 4, 2018
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Ruusan, Mid Rim, P-11
Ner’Giza faced her co-conspirators across the table in the command station of The Nightingale going over finances of all things. Master Luy wanted a big honkin civilian vessel and so naturally they all had leapt at the chance to acquire it for him. Only the old codger was stiffing them for the bill. WHo knew Jedi could be so devious. Who knew they were all so easy to read. Who knew they were all so gullible. Well, the answer was as plain as the tentacles on the overgrown behemoth's head. She sighed heavily and slapped her case of creds down on the table. It was everything she had made on bounty hunting for the last month combined and still would not be enough. Her new co-pilot Nyassheeeghrorr, or Nyash for short, laughed as he saw her letting go of her hard won funds as he still didn’t see what the big deal was about just stealing a ship for the Feeorin. What Master Luy didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him, right? She was a bit more skeptical about what the elderly man did and didn’t know.
They were headed for Ruusan, that much was easy. They had learned through the pirate contacts of Ashlynn Talmount they had a semi-legal black market auction going on. She cued up the specs on the comm to cause the holographic image of the Grey Lady to hover over the table round which they were gathered. Naturally she thought the CL7 Transistar bluk passenger liner was about the ugliest thing she had ever seen. They could pimp her out later though because no way would they find a better price than on a ship that had been repossessed! It was your typical blue light special for sure. If they could manage to purchase the vessel it would be a miracle. At least she had plenty of able bodied Wookies to help man the crew the huge liner would require. They had attached themselves to the Twi’lek after their rescue from the slaver factory on the orbital platform above Nal Shaddaa and were attending to their life debt they owed her.
Naturally she thought such a thing was ridiculous and suspected it was just an excuse of Commander Greybok to make sure she didn’t crash their new Corvette or some such stuff. At any rate she was learning how to swear in Shyriiwooki. But for someone who had a slight aversion to hair it was a lesson in forbearance. SIghing and giving Nyash a heavy sigh, she set her eyes on her partners for the mission and opened the case on the table to reveal it was full of creds. ”Alright then, I showed you mine. How much did you guys bring?”
While the crew kept them on course through hyperspace, they had a few more hours to plot before reaching the shipyards. Hopefully they could at least make a down payment. Perhaps if she forged her uncle’s name as a co-signer the auctioneer would go for it. Otherwise she was at quite a loss how they could manage the deal.
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