Sometimes Baka can be so empty-headed. That's when you slowly turn toward
him, look at him real sweetly, and explain it to him step by step in the
hopes that he'll actually learn something. -Elibex's Diary
"He wouldn't even look at me," Jess Jess complained. "How was I supposed to get him to negotiate with me?" After meeting the general and finding out they had been sent to an Imperial base, they were all quite shaken. Just knowing that a full squad of stormtroopers was standing on the other side of the closed ramp, ready to take control of their ship was unsettling.
"Why didn't you just go with Dan?" Baka asked.
"That would have been a great idea, you nerfherder," Elibex sarcastically told him, "except that there were twenty trigger happy stormtroopers watching."
He let out a sound of finally achieving understanding.
Clipper looked toward the door and growled. Everyone's eyes were trained on it as it softly hissed open, revealing a gleeful Dantien who pulled a chair up to the two couches the others were at and sat. For a few moments, the room seemed more void of sound than the vacuum of space as each of the members expectantly watched Dantien, whose unfocused eyes were lost in thought.
"Well." Prat prompted.
Dantien looked up, his merry grin still plastered on his face. "There really wasn't anything to negotiate." He then named a rather large sum, many times what they'd normally charge for this kind of work.
"Okay," Janua said, addressing the night crew, "why don't you get some sleep? We'll take it from here."
The younger members had smiles growing across their faces and excitement in their voices as they discussed how they were going to spend their share on their way out.
"Dan," Janua said, breaking the silence that had fallen on them, "where do they want their cargo?"
"They don't," he responded, his eyes and thoughts coming back to the here and now. "They're going to come here and unload it piece by piece. He said they were going to scan each box."
*No doubt to see whether we held up our end of the deal,* Jess Jess thought. "Dan, why don't you go try to take Clipper out to stretch his legs? I'm going to go see if I can get in touch with Branlo." She and Dantien left and went their own ways. Once in the cockpit, she powered up the hypercomm. When the door shut, she dialed in the needed information and started to record her message. The distance was too great for her to get an instant connection to Skylkos.
"Branlo, we were employed by a man named Amak Borrit, also known as Torlix Malkus, who gave us coordinates to deliver his cargo to. We came out of hyperspace in the uninhabited Kitzlym system, except that it is inhabited: by an Imperial base on the fourth planet. This information must reach the New Republic. Something must be done about this unknown branch of the Empire. That's all we know for now. I'll contact you with more information when we get it. *Vornskr* out."
Her message was done. That was everything they could tell the Jedi. She sent it and hoped he would get it in time.
hopes that he'll actually learn something. -Elibex's Diary
"He wouldn't even look at me," Jess Jess complained. "How was I supposed to get him to negotiate with me?" After meeting the general and finding out they had been sent to an Imperial base, they were all quite shaken. Just knowing that a full squad of stormtroopers was standing on the other side of the closed ramp, ready to take control of their ship was unsettling.
"Why didn't you just go with Dan?" Baka asked.
"That would have been a great idea, you nerfherder," Elibex sarcastically told him, "except that there were twenty trigger happy stormtroopers watching."
He let out a sound of finally achieving understanding.
Clipper looked toward the door and growled. Everyone's eyes were trained on it as it softly hissed open, revealing a gleeful Dantien who pulled a chair up to the two couches the others were at and sat. For a few moments, the room seemed more void of sound than the vacuum of space as each of the members expectantly watched Dantien, whose unfocused eyes were lost in thought.
"Well." Prat prompted.
Dantien looked up, his merry grin still plastered on his face. "There really wasn't anything to negotiate." He then named a rather large sum, many times what they'd normally charge for this kind of work.
"Okay," Janua said, addressing the night crew, "why don't you get some sleep? We'll take it from here."
The younger members had smiles growing across their faces and excitement in their voices as they discussed how they were going to spend their share on their way out.
"Dan," Janua said, breaking the silence that had fallen on them, "where do they want their cargo?"
"They don't," he responded, his eyes and thoughts coming back to the here and now. "They're going to come here and unload it piece by piece. He said they were going to scan each box."
*No doubt to see whether we held up our end of the deal,* Jess Jess thought. "Dan, why don't you go try to take Clipper out to stretch his legs? I'm going to go see if I can get in touch with Branlo." She and Dantien left and went their own ways. Once in the cockpit, she powered up the hypercomm. When the door shut, she dialed in the needed information and started to record her message. The distance was too great for her to get an instant connection to Skylkos.
"Branlo, we were employed by a man named Amak Borrit, also known as Torlix Malkus, who gave us coordinates to deliver his cargo to. We came out of hyperspace in the uninhabited Kitzlym system, except that it is inhabited: by an Imperial base on the fourth planet. This information must reach the New Republic. Something must be done about this unknown branch of the Empire. That's all we know for now. I'll contact you with more information when we get it. *Vornskr* out."
Her message was done. That was everything they could tell the Jedi. She sent it and hoped he would get it in time.