When Space Cop awakened and sat up from the floor where Mirta knocked him out, he saw Vestara still straddling the female Duros on the bed.
"Thank you for your cooperation, Jedi Soroc," the Sith said.
Vestara then grabbed the Duros's neck and snapped it. As Mirta went to work on uncuffing the dead alien, Vestara stepped off the bed and looked down at Space Cop, who, at this point, was only in his underwear, so the Sith didn't have to shield her eyes from the male's groin.
"Our ships are heading to Shedu Maad as we speak," Vestara told him as she helped him up to his feet. "No doubt if the Jedi get their hands on it, they'll get access to either of our vessels' databanks and recorders, and find out what we're doing here."
Space Cop shrugged nonchalantly. "So? We won't be doing anything wrong. We'll just be killing an extremely wealthy and influential businessman, and really, who likes them anymore?"
Vestara shook her head. "Not the point. In fact, if anything, if it were just that, we'd be doing their job, since the Jedi also had their sights on Plinkett. No, we'll be sitting ducks once the Jedi send their reinforcements here, and there's nothing we can do to speed up our operation to kill Plinkett. Not to mention what they'll do to Ship in experimenting on him." The Sith's tone was genuinely fearful for the Meditation Sphere.
"Or the fact that they'll be sending backup Jedi once they don't hear from either Soroc or her Klatooinian friend," Mirta said as she hefted the Duros's corpse up in her arms. "At this point, though, all we can do is just dispose of the Jedi bodies."
"Wait!" Vagalla's voice came from the other end of the room.
Everyone else shifted their attention to her.
"Maybe I can help with your Jedi problem," the Weequay said, standing up from the floor clad only in her bra and panties. "But it's gonna cost ya. And keep in mind, I take credits."
Vestara and Mirta looked at the alien in confusion. "Isn't that the currency that extends even in Hutt space these days?" the Mandalorian inquired.
Vagalla shook her head. "Never mind. It's gonna cost ya seven hundred."
"Here, hold this," Mirta said as she handed Ohali Soroc's corpse to Vestara. The Mandalorian then took out a wallet from her belt pouch, took out some creditchips, counted them briefly, then walked over and handed them to Vagalla.
The Weequay took a few seconds to greedily count the money, nodded at the chips, shoved them into her bra, then looked for her pants. A few moments later, she found it, activated it, and dialed in a comm frequency.
"What are you doing?" Vestara asked the Weequay.
The alien held up a hand with only an index finger held up to silence the Sith, then, after a gruff male voice responded from the other end of the comm, Vagalla spoke enthusiastically: "Revim! How've you been, my man?"
"Still waiting for my money, Vag," Revim's voice responded dourly.
"Don't worry, don't worry, I got your money," the Weequay said in a reassuring tone. "Seven hundred it was, right?"
"Fourteen hundred," Revim said, still dour.
Vagalla's face dropped, then shifted back to Mirta. "You got anymore?"
Mirta traded a look with Vestara as to whether or not she should give the Weequay more money, but Revim's voice cut off either of the women's conclusions.
"Never mind. That money will be a good down payment. Now whatchu need me for now, Vag? If it's more cucaine, for you, you're gonna have to get the rest of those credits-"
"I just need a favor, Revim," Vagalla cut him off.
"A favor, eh? Well, I guess I do owe you one for saving my life from Geron and his flunkies while giving me a blowjob at the same time."
At that, Vestara and Mirta winced, while Space Cop's eyes shot up in interest.
"Awesome!" Vagalla responded. "Listen, you think you can send in some ships of yours to cut off a..." She looked back at Mirta. "What's the ship taking your ships?"
"A 24r Skipray Blastboat," Vestara answered.
"I hear that," Revim said. "Where do you need me to cut it off from?"
"Transitory Mists, please, heading directly from Nar Shaddaa," Mirta said. "By now, assuming it runs on full hyperdrive capacity, it should still be a few hundred lightyears from the edge of the Mists and closing."
"No problem," Revim said. "And as far as I'm concerned, the favors are even now, Vagalla. I'll meet you two days to get my down payment. And I'll letcha know if my guys cut the Blastboat off and save your ships." He then cut off the connection.
"He owed you a favor, and yet he still wants money from you?" Vestara asked the Weequay as Mirta took the Duros's corpse out of the Sith's arms.
The alien shrugged. "Hey, he's a businessman. Can't let business and pleasure get mixed up... at least not too often."
"You know, Vagalla, you gotta tell us the story of how you managed to save that guy while still giving him a blowjob one day," Space Cop interjected.
"You can tell him," Mirta said to Vagalla while pointing at Space Cop. "Right now, I gotta take care of this corpse." She then moved for the door.
"I'll come with you," Vestara said, trailing her Mandalorian counterpart. "You two can have fun in this room. Oh, and, Vagalla, can we steal one of your keys for another room?"
"By all means," the Weequay said with an absentminded wave of her hand.
After Vestara and Mirta were gone, Space Cop asked, "This is a closed-down motel, isn't it?"
Vagalla nodded. "Yep. I just hide out here from Geron's thugs. So, wanna fuck?"
At his nod, they went at it.
