The sun beat down steadily so that even the shade of hanging tarps above Bast provided little relief. She could feel a few beads of perspiration on her face. Hopefully it was the heat and not nerves. Everything had been going methodically, smoothly, so she had no reason for stress. Being alert was necessary but being anxious never benefited an investigation. As the blond ranger excused himself crudely, Bast continued the conversation. Velt was a charismatic and capable ranger if not a loyal bodyguard. She hoped to work with him again in the future. The assignment is not yet completed, she had to remind herself. Meeno had been rambling on.
“- quality insurance. The Crymorah keep a tight ship. No ‘watering the wine‘ with them. The spice is then mixed in a sterile vat onboard carrier ships-“
“Thanks Meeno. I have one itsy-bitsy problem. I like to travel... see the marvels of the galaxy. Taste the wines and spices. I visited Canto Bight a few rotations ago. Strongest Sansanna I’ve ever tasted. But painfully expensive. Dearest Colin didn’t get a weeks wages. He almost revolted but I sweetened him up real quick by paying for a few of his Pazaak rounds.“
“I see no problem besides the gross neglect of your bodyguard. I wouldn’t be surprised if he killed you in your sleep” The smile on Meeno’s face looked as if he relished the idea. He certainly was not the friendly neighborhood spice dealer he seemed to perceive himself as.
“Shipping spice is dangerous and expensive. Pilots will charge three times as much, those scumbags. I need my spice, and I’d like to avoid getting murdered by my own man. Are there any linked dealers in the core worlds?”
“Lots of questions for a prospective buyer. I smell a wamp rat. Speaking of which, I have a question for you. Where did your guard go? You look tragically alone.“ As if on cue, a small device on Meeno’s wrist began beeping. “He appears to be wanting some spice of his own, considering he just passed the sensor guarding my supply. Klock, fetch the man please.” There was little point in holding cover. Bast sent a warning call to Corran over the comm as she drew her blaster pistol and set it to stun, both hands directing it towards Meeno.
“Hands up! Sector Ranger”
“- quality insurance. The Crymorah keep a tight ship. No ‘watering the wine‘ with them. The spice is then mixed in a sterile vat onboard carrier ships-“
“Thanks Meeno. I have one itsy-bitsy problem. I like to travel... see the marvels of the galaxy. Taste the wines and spices. I visited Canto Bight a few rotations ago. Strongest Sansanna I’ve ever tasted. But painfully expensive. Dearest Colin didn’t get a weeks wages. He almost revolted but I sweetened him up real quick by paying for a few of his Pazaak rounds.“
“I see no problem besides the gross neglect of your bodyguard. I wouldn’t be surprised if he killed you in your sleep” The smile on Meeno’s face looked as if he relished the idea. He certainly was not the friendly neighborhood spice dealer he seemed to perceive himself as.
“Shipping spice is dangerous and expensive. Pilots will charge three times as much, those scumbags. I need my spice, and I’d like to avoid getting murdered by my own man. Are there any linked dealers in the core worlds?”
“Lots of questions for a prospective buyer. I smell a wamp rat. Speaking of which, I have a question for you. Where did your guard go? You look tragically alone.“ As if on cue, a small device on Meeno’s wrist began beeping. “He appears to be wanting some spice of his own, considering he just passed the sensor guarding my supply. Klock, fetch the man please.” There was little point in holding cover. Bast sent a warning call to Corran over the comm as she drew her blaster pistol and set it to stun, both hands directing it towards Meeno.
“Hands up! Sector Ranger”