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He laid back, on his bunk, in the Yoania. They were taking the long way around the Outer Rim. The box was locked in the cargo-hold of the Entendre, and Pippa's suit, and the haul was in the Yoania. The twins had finally separated and things became a lot quieter again, he kind of missed the company of the Kid and yes, he even missed Bucket head. They were due to make a call soon, but he lounged with one leg hooked over his knee, the thrum of the hyper-drive obscured by the old recording on the music player. Another old ditty from Hapan, sounded like an old repeating music box of plucked strings, and an eerie male voice sounding higher than it should; the distortion pitching it higher.
An impressive haul from Pippa caused him to relax a little, and when the red pustule that was Zosma gave them this easy job; he could've kissed him. Deliver the box, get paid. Yeah it'd be hot. But the request of Kyllan was still buzzing in his mind. Tatooine was remote, there were less warm planets nearby... it was certainly worth the thought. He'd have to look into the Star Maps and do some prospecting on the Holo-net.
There was then a noise, a soft tapping on his cabin's door. His thoughts and peace were shattered, and he'd just got comfortable. He tok sometime to stretch as he got up and to turn of the music player. He was dressed down to his undershirt, trousers and boots. The coat, shirt and hat were hung up. His sold form was clean and its most visible as he opened the door. "Yes..."
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