Rendevou
"You sure about this Tos? Refurnishing this abandonded shack of a building will cost quite a bit, not to mention replacement of all supports, the cracks along the ceiling that frankly is about to fall in at any moment, and all of that will accompany the cost to fix the power pylons connected to this place, which were damaged or destroyed years ago." Glii Va said.
Tos nodded in afirmation. "We need a place to hole up in incase a job goes bad and we get unwanted heat on our backs, and with what I have planned, we will have lots of heat on us pretty soon if it all comes to fruition. Plus, it could make us a ton of credits. Credit's we'll need if we want to go bigger than what we already do for contracts," he said.
Glii Va sighed, seeming in resignation, but perked up as another thought entered his head.
"But who will we even hire to start this project of yours? Not to mention it's kind of already known to pretty much all of the major players. Once they hear that a small time mercenary owns the planet, they'll be all over you. I like your thinking, but it's wasted here."
Tos huffed a little at his second in command's reluctance to entertain the idea of turning this ruin into a credit . Why couldn't he see the enormous amounts of potential credits hidden under the piles of rubble and cracking walls. This place could make them so many credits that they could possibly quit the mercenary business altogether, but he dismissed that last thought. Being a mercenary was in his blood, he could never turn away from it.
"Well, maybe we'll see eye to eye on this later on. Right now, we have to go," he said.
"Go? Go where Tos? We don't have any new contracts, and we're good on supplies. So what's the reason for leaving?"
Tos turned to Glii Va and, with a slight smirk on his face, said, "An opportunity to make a huge amount of credits playing two sides against each other. We're about to meet some new friends."
Rannon
The ship exited hyperspace near the planet, and Tos tapped his fingers against the command chair in anticipation. The weapons crates in the cargo hold will come in handy with his soon to be pawns. The information he got from the imperial officer he killed while hunting the traitor who backstabbed him on the Kashyyk job practically offered up this opportunity to him. He couldn't resist. Helping either side when they offered the credits, all the while damaging them both to the point that if he were to take all their credits and leave, they wouldn't be able to do anything about it. He wouldn't break a contract with either of them though, that was beneath him and wasn't worth his honor. The report the imperial officer had detailed a rebellion on the planet, and that the garrison wasn't up to the task of hunting down the insurgents. The report accompanied a request for a division of the stormtrooper corps in reinforcements, but since Tos intercepted it, he hoped that the local imperial command would assume that nothing was wrong.
Tos picked up his holocommunicator and input the frequency that the pirate Shugesh gave him after a little persuasion on his part. The Pirate said that these friends of his were rebels, and that they would pay handsomely for any assistance from anyone. That's why the pirate group was raiding the hutt's shipping lanes for weapons, supplies and intelligence, anything the rebels found useful. After a period of waiting a face appeared on his communicator.
It was a rugged, thin face, scarred and grim looking with a wild beard and unkempt crop of dark brown hair on top, with a sharp, forward pointing nose and a thin set of lips accompanying a small, rounded chin, complimenting the high cheek bones. He had to be a little older than twenty years of age, though with the grime and filth all over him, it made him appear much older than he actually was.
Tos was at first sceptical. This young boy was the leader? How could he be trusted to lead with so little life experience under his belt? It didn't make sense.
"I assume that Shugesh was a friend of yours?" Tos asked with a raised brow.
The rebel didn't answer Tos's question. "Who are you? How did you get this frequency? Where is Shugesh?" the man asked in a rapid manner.
Tos raised a hand, chuckling at the barrage of questions. "Take it easy there boss, I can only handle so many questions. To answer two questions with one answer, your friend Shugesh gave me this frequency, because he thought I could help you out, and with the monetary incentinve he promised, I couldn't resist. And don't worry about him, he's safe in my holding cell," Tos said, pausing to take a breath.
"To answer your first and final question, I am a mercenary captain looking to make some credits, and I hoped that you would provide them after I give you the supplies that your pirate friend so kindly gave to me in exhange for his life."
The rebel stared at Tos for a good solid minute, then turned away from him to speak to someone out of view. This continued for a while, and as the seconds turned to minutes, Tos began to slightly panic, but breathed an inward sigh of relief when the rebel returned.
"Meet us at these coordinates, and we'll talk," the rebel said before the transmission was cut.
Alright, it was a start. Time to meet these rebels.
Short Chapter here this time. New Chapters coming along soon. Ciao
