The administration office overlooked the hanger room of Livingston station. Greggus was nursing his bloody nose, it was surely broken. He'd need a medi-droid to look at it, but there was no way he was going to pay for it. Waiting for the administrator of the station was tiresome, he had the feeling this was being done on purpose just to annoy him and remind him of his place. Finally the administrator came into the room. His nose held aloft in the air, he really did think himself above everyone else. 'So Greggus, it seems you got into another scuffle' he said in a condescending tone as he pulled a pen from his pocket and begun to fill out some paperwork. Greggus answered, 'that wookie, I hate wookies, next time I meet him I'll rip HIS arms off!'. The administrator was silent, apparently ignoring Greggus as he continued to fill out the paperwork. He finished and handed Greggus the form, 'the requisition order for a medi-droid, fill it out and we will process it, evaluate it, then determine if the medical treatment will be forthcoming'. Greggus had a short temper and no reason to hold it back, 'get a freaking bot in here now to look at me you pompous twit!'. The administrator sneered gleefully, 'you can always pay for the service Greggus, a medi-droid will be with you as soon as you do'. Greggus was about to let loose with a flurry of swear words and shouting when a message come in over the inter-com.
'Administrator, he's here'.
The administrator paused for a moment, glancing at Greggus then back at the intercom, 'who's here?.
'That Cypher guy'.
The administrators face turned white. He slammed his desk, picked his coat from the back of his seat and ran out of the room. Greggus was left confused, 'hey! My nose! Get back here with a droid or I'll ring your freaking pencil neck!', Greggus shouted, following the administrator out of the office.
The administrator ran down into the hanger, quickly fixing up his coat, his hair, everything he could do to make himself look as presentable as possible. Greggus came from behind still nursing his nose, still shouting.
Greggus became silent as the small ship pulled up into the hanger, lowering slowly to the ground and deploying it's walkway. It's passenger walked down to the hanger. The administrator quickly begun to speak in a grovelling tone, 'Master Cypher, how unexpected a visit, we were not expecting you to personally ar- ', he was cut off by Cypher.
His sharp metallic voice was curt as he looked the administrator directly in the face.
'Where are they?'.
The administrator begun to stumble for his words, 'well, they… there was a… well a fight in the canteena, many witness-'.
Cypher stepped forward, towering over the much shorter administrator, looking downwards through his mask. '
'Where are they?'.
The administrator begun opening his mouth, but no words came out, he was terrified.
'I can tell you', Greggus chimed in.
The administrator was relieved that the attention was off him, but simultaneously terrified at what Greggus would say.
Cypher turned immediately to the fat man with the bloody nose. 'Speak'.
Greggus grinned, 'I am a man of business, my tongue works just like I do, for money'.
Cypher approached Greggus, 'You will be compensated for information you provide, but do not test my patience. Where are they?'.
Greggus explained, 'like that weasel just told you, there was a fight at the canteena, you may be able to tell from my face that I almost won'.
Greggus panicked when he saw that this Cypher begun to reach into his robe, likely for a weapon.
He quickly continued, 'well they left in a ship, an old retrofitted cargo freighter called the Ninbus – I don't know where they went, but they were at a table at the station canteena'.
Greggus leaned in, 'they don't know that I know, but all of the tables in that canteena? The conversations are recorded. I'm sure with a little… persuasion… they will let you see what it is you are after'.
Cypher gave Greggus a hard look before responding 'take me to this canteena'.
Greggus let Cypher through the doors of the canteena. It seemed that business was back to normal at the bar, like nothing had happened. As soon as Cypher entered, some of the patrons begun to stare at him. As they moved to the bar the sounds begun to die out more and more, more than half the bars patrons had their eyes fixed on the masked figure. Cypher reached the bar and the bartender greeted him. 'ey there gov, you fancy a drink there? Might be a bit hard to down it with that mask on eh?', the bartender begun to laugh at his own joke.
Cypher was direct, 'show me the recording made from the table that started the altercation earlier'.
The bartender was stunned, how did he know? And what made him think that they would be shown to just anyone? The bartender gathered himself and responded, 'look ere, something like that wouldn't be proper like, and it wouldn't be proper like for me to just show everyone would it?'.
Cypher looked hard at the bartender for a moment, he could probably threaten his way to what he wanted, but decided against it out of boredom, there's only so many times you can threaten to kill people before it became tired. Cypher spoke loudly and clearly to avoid having to repeat himself, 'I work for Kinshoo the hutt, I speak with his authority'.
The entire canteena fell silent. Several patrons left. Everyone knew who Kinshoo the hutt was, he was practically the law in this part of space, and everyone knew what happened to those who crossed him. The bartender begun to stutter, '… right you are then mate… umm… come'. He led them towards a backroom to a monitor. After shuffling briefly through some files, he pulled one out and slotted it into the screen and it came to life, showing four figures sitting at a table.
Conversation went on until they reached the girl asking…
'Your destination right… where was that again?'
The figure with the robe answered,
'Planet Spirious'
Cypher clenched his fist. 'Spirios' he repeated, his voice had a tinge of anger in it.
He turned, as he did so he pushed a fist-full of credits into Greggus's hand before continuing on.
Greggus smiled broadly and hugged the money, 'don't worry, I'll give you a good home!' he said to his new favourite thing in the world.
Cypher pressed onward back into the hanger and onto his ship. That annoyance of an administrator was saying something to him as he climbed aboard his ship. The little man had no idea how close he was to getting stabbed with a light-saber.
Cypher fired up his holo-communicator, Kinshoo appeared.
'Maser, I have their next destination, I should find them there – they will be no match for me. Our experiment will be returned to us'. Kinshoo paused to take a deep breath from his breathing mask, the green gasses passing through with a soft hiss. 'See that you make it happen, also, I have read the file on his companion… is this true?'.
Cypher did not like where this was going.
'Yes master, we are sure of his identity and of his lineage'. Kinshoo smiled broadly. Cypher had seen this smile enough times to know it was the hutt seeing opportunity. 'You will bring him back to me as well – I have plans for one of his skill'. Cypher begrudgingly agreed 'yes master – I shall bring back the experiment and the child'. The holo-call was terminated. Cypher sat motionless for a moment, his frustration was hard to hold in. But he could do it, after all, the hutt had no idea of the true power that could be attained with the experiments successful return. Cypher grinned to himself as he took the ship out of the hanger and towards planet Spirios.