Alay-Venn Wudi's head was killing him, which was why he had locked himself in his room aboard the Orgy as it traveled towards his little group's next objective, the prison asteroid Kessel. The problem with being alone was that it gave him time to think, and the thinking was the most likely cause of his current pain. That was one reason he cursed being born with two brains, too much thinking power for an organic body to process comfortable. Knowing of no other way to relieve his pain, he focused both brains on the most recent visit with his owner.
After Kashyyyk the Orgy docked on the swampy world of Nul Hutta at one of the lower caste palaces. No guards greeted them because it was only Borga's ship and slaves returning to her palace. No one directed them to the throne room as he had been there many times, as had the twi'lek. In fact the bulbous slug was the very first being they saw, her gladiator guards being a close second. Alay always assumed the guards were there to intimidate potential clients rather than for actual defence. To those not used to working with Borga, or Hutts in general, the sight of a weequay with a sword and a zabrack with an ax would be enough to at the very least worry even the staunchest of low life scum, but they were very unpractical in a universe were blasters were not exactly a new invention.
The twi'lek, Giza, turned in the datachip they had collected and Borga made a big show of giving them a 'reward' of what in civilized society counted as nothing more than pocket credits for a trip across the galaxy and a fight with trandoshan slavers. Then she allowed them to purchase slightly better weapons than they already owned and assured them that each was one step closer to attaining their own freedom. As if a hutt ever let anything of value go.
Then the oh so gracious slime ball offered them more jobs. They could enter the gladiator pits, and most likely lose limbs faster than any of them could count, kill some mon calamari professor on his home planet, or break into a prison to free a prisoner. The prison sounded like the easiest option as everyone knew that Kessel was a popular smuggler run and if smugglers could get in and out, why couldn't they.
Unfortunately they were ushered out of the palace almost immediately, barely even having time to stock the Orgy's pantry before the vessel was back in space. This annoyed Alay and started his headache, for he needed time to look into some matters of great importance.
Alay was, until recently, a very good, devoted slave. This was mostly due to his privileged status due to his ability to out think many of Borga's rivals. Then he found files that he shouldn't have, files about his childhood, files that indicated that it wasn't an accident that orphaned him, but that Borga may have had a hand in his father's death. This was what needed more of Alay's attention and caused at least one brain to be constantly reviewing every bit of information Borga had on her slaves. It was also the most likely reason he was added to the group and sent out with inadequate weapons and armor to do random jobs. Thinking back, maybe he should have tried to hack the datachip they got off Kashyyyk, but it was too late now.
A knock on his door brought Alay out of his meditative state and a second later he felt the distinctive sensation of exiting hyperspace. He left his room and went to the cockpit to talk with the others about the best place to have R4 set them down. Between him and Chalu, the scholarly mon calamari, they were able to find an unofficial, yet well used spaceport.
The exited the ship and saw nothing but barren waste, the blackness a space showing through a dangerously, and often fatally, thin atmosphere, and a small unassuming building.
"Well, let's try the door." One of the women suggested. Rather than state the obviousness of the suggestion Alay simply agreed and ollowed them up to the door. Not surprisingly the door was guarded by someone wary of strangers, and even less surprisingly the twi'lek used her sex appeal to get them inside. What they found was slightly surprising however, a cantina.
This took Alay slightly aback. He knew Kessel was frequented by smugglers looking to get spice past the imperial lines, but to have the audacity to set up a fully functional cantina on the asteroid seem even more foolhardy than most smugglers. Still, Alay recognized their good luck. A well known fact about the universe was that the best places to get information were where people who cared very little about rules all got together to drink themselves senseless.
Sure enough, after no time at all the twi'lek had a buzzed patron wrapped around her purple finger, buying them drinks and pointing them towards a secret tunnel that led directly towards the cells where the empire kept the more dangerous prisoners. Unfortunately the drink was a bit more potent than any of the three were expecting. Normally this would not be too much of a problem for Alay as he really only needed one sober brain, but due to his constant thinking about the potential murder of his father he failed to notice when the tunnel doubled back on itself, as did the other two.
After enough time to sober up, and much more time than they should have been to not be embarrassed, they found the door to the cell block. After a quick look through the sliding peep hole in the door revealing only an official sitting behind a desk, the now very annoyed Alay decided that their best course of action was to burst through the door, blaster blazing. The official died, then Alay got hit full in the chest by one of the many guards pouring out of the door to the cells.
If the blaster had been storm trooper issued, Alay's padded clothing would have done little to protect him, but as it was only that of a guard, on a prison planet the empire found too expensive to even terraform properly, he was only stunned and left with a bad burn on his chest. The guards were dispatched with each of the other two taking their own injuries in the process. After it was all over the group scavenged the bodies for their armor and found the keys to the cells. The twi'lek and mon calamari gave Alay a dressing down saying that they could have easily bribed their way through without the need to get shot and Alay got angry with himself for not thinking about that, but he would be damned if he let them know.
Turning towards the cells he went off looking for the prisoner they were tasked with freeing. The only information they had to go on was that the prisoner was a cerean, like Alay himself, but that didn't prove to be much of an issue as only one cell had a cerean. They unlocked the door and tried to communicate with the man, unfortunately he was incoherent, going on about big booms and melting skin, and "they'll never find it."
Luckily the man's cellmate, an olive skinned human, seemed to still have his wits. The women were able to strike a bargain about taking the crazy cerean whom the cellmate seemed oddly resistant to leaving, and together the five of them made their way back to the cantina, making much better time than their first try. Things were going so well in fact that it seemed obvious there would be imperial guards inspecting their ship before they could bored. The twi'lek showed her ability to charm was effective on more than just the inebriated and they left Kessel far behind.
On the flight back to Nul Hutta Alay felt the need to be penitant for his rash actions at the prison and so sat with his crew as they interrogated their passengers. What they learned was that the cerean was a scientist known only as Dirk but did not have the ability to share anything other than his doom and gloom talk. The human was more forthcoming. His name they found out was Venku and the reason he refused to leave the side of his crazed compatriot was that he was apparently hired to ensure the scientists safety. To what end, he didn't let on. What he couldn't hide as well, at least not to Alay, was his large infatuation with the purple twi'lek.
