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"Well..." An accepting word along with following sigh came from the Grysk. He sat on top of a a hoversled laden with crates. Inside the containers was enough spice to fuel a festival. But Malakai was just in charge of the pickup and drop off. The main provider did not trust anybody else and so the Grysk was 'the one responsible for its transport'. That meant he was the one getting the larger share but also was at the most risk in terms of getting caught by authorities and reaping the ire of his wholesaler. "...I guess we need a ship now."
Things were already not looking good. After a recent incident he did not have a ship to transport the spice, at least not one that worked. Right now the dark sider was relaxing on the top of a hoversled and lighting up a cigara while his gang checked for any possible opportunities. The sled was parked in the hangar as if it held nothing but rudimentary speeder parts. The trick to blending in and not attracting attention was to act like you did not have anything of value that other people might want. Law enforcement was not what he had to worry around these parts. They would come later. Instead, it was the opportunists and nefarious other galactic scum that wanted to take advantage of a readily available and highly valued vice. "She's coming. Accept her offer." Whispered a familiar voice. It felt like the wind had said it. Who the hell is this She? it was not the first time he had heard the voice of the ghost.
One of his squad came up. He was a big kaleesh guy that was pretty intimidating or would be if Malakai did not know him already. In a raspy voice he spoke up. It was more tangible than the female voice that seemed to have been lost in the dry air of the planet. "Ay...we may have found someone." He stopped and put his hands on his hips.
The sound of the large heavy freighter in the distance being worked on echoed around. If nothing else the group might stowaway on the large ship but that had its own fair share of risks. A cloud of smoke left Malakai's skull like face. "repairs or they have a ship?" He asked before taking another drag.
"Not sure. She looked like she might be either...or both. Said she wanted to talk to the boss though. Something about dealing with a middle man I think." The buff Kaleesh just shrugged his large shoulders. "She should be here shortly." With that said the muscular individual plopped down onto one of the crates himself and pulled out his own cigara and lit up. Looked like they were going to be waiting a little bit longer. So maybe that's who she meant.
"Isn't this nice darling?" A soft voice reached Malakai's ears again. The smoke from his cigara rose in front of his face but he felt the woman beside him. He knew who it was. Though he never really was sure if she was real. Part of him was just glad to hear her voice, even if it was just a halucination. Anybody passing by would just see the Grysk and the Kaleesh atop a group of crates but the third person, a brightly colored woman over Malakai's shoulder was only visible to him. Until the possible repair-woman or pilot arrived the darksider enjoyed his cigara in relative peace. "It's nice." He admitted. "Yup." said the Kaleesh thinking his boss was talking to him.
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