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  1. Leah Reach

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    You will only hear this once, so listen closely.

    The voice and figure of Jedi Master Leah Reach, known to others as an adviser to the Alliance Commander, shimmered to life on the dashboard of their individual transport. Draped in her usual emissary outfit, the older woman held her hands together with patience and regard. Reaching out to the pair of rebels from the hidden sanctuary on Al’doleem via an encrypted and undiscovered rebel frequency, she was ready to lay out their mission to them. A secret operation made to form the foundations of the Alliance before their inevitable, though prolonged, revelation to the Empire.

    You are to persuade Borraga the Hutt, a criminal lord on the planet of Mataou, to provide us access to his underground network and assets in the Anoat sector. According to our intelligence reports, he is holding an exclusive tournament at his palace, of which you must infiltrate. And please, do not make a scene. Although Borraga is not fond of outsiders, he will not tolerate unwarranted threats. However, given his ancestors were stripped of their titles in Imperial Hutta and has therefore inherited a similar disgust for the Empire, I believe we have a chance here. But don’t get cocky, and whatever you do, please don’t stare.

    Making her final implications, Leah nodded respectfully. “Godspeed, rebels.” With that, the transmission was cut, neither saved nor to be seen again to ensure it does not fall in the wrong hands. Of course, she trusted the rebels would not be so quick to be captured, even if the Sith were not involved.

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    "I'm amazed she still talks to us after what we did on Hoth," Twobee said after the encrypted transmission ended. Greybok barked in protest. "Excuse me, all I tried to do was prevent you from screwing up the mission, which you did anyways." The droid still bitter about having her head turned off after that incident; she had not gotten over it yet (refused to, in fact).

    "Well, the obvious tactic here," she went on, "is to put Greybok in cuffs and present him as a gift to the Hutt." The Wookiee protested angrily to this, flailing his big hairy arms around to display just how much he disagreed with that plan of action. But Twobee went on regardless. "You heard the woman, Greybok, we cannot make a scene. We will present you as a 'gift' to him in order to get us into this little party of his and, once the deal is set-in-stone, we'll get you out." Simple. Easy. Clean. What could go wrong? But Twobee was relyin g on their partner to agree at this point—otherwise her plan was shot. She swiveled to look at him. "Well? Do you agree?"

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  3. Faz Mos El

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    Faz had never actually met the woman before this and was only pulled off of Dorin by someone higher up. He'd been called into this mission for a reason, although he had no particular idea why. His diplomatic and negotiating skills were the likeliest reasons, but he was still considered green within the Galactic Alliance. Despite his stellar record with the Serene Dorinic Armed Forces, he knew that he would have to take orders rather than give them. Still, this seemed like too important a mission to hand over to two greenies.


    Faz looked to his newfound companions with a look of amusement. "I've never met a Wookie that enjoyed being in chains of any kind. But, I feel this would, indeed, be the easiest way to get into the slug's teaparty." The Kel Dor man held out his hand to Greybok and Twobee. "We didn't get a chance to get acquainted earlier, please, call me Faz. I've only been off Dorin a few times in recent years, so I'm a little jarred from travel. I hope that won't be too much trouble." He laughed, speaking in the best Basic he could. “But, back to your earlier point, yes, cuffing Greybok is probably the most effective, albeit non-ideal, route.”


    "So, while I do have a ship, it is not nearly large enough for three. How are we actually getting to Mataou? I imagine Imperial Hutta won't just let a few rebel aliens and a droid into their territory either."

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    Greybok howled something in his native tongue. "He says 'it's a pleasure.' I am 2B-83, formerly Imperial human-cyborg relations. This big walking sack of fur is called Greybok. He is quite likely to be the most insufferable member of this rebellion you will ever meet." Greybok protested unintelligibly but Twobee ignored him. "And, actually, sir, Mataou isn't in Imperial Hutta—it's in the Anoat sector. The Starbird can probably fit all of us comfortably... though... it would look bad if the 'prisoner' was flying it."

    Now, Greybok really got animated. He did not suffer people he had only just met flying his ship. What if they crashed it? What if it got impounded? Too many things could go wrong and, while he was sure this Kel-Dor was a jolly good fellow, he just didn't know enough about him to trust the alien with his ship. Not yet. Even so, Twobee was not backing down even in spite of his fiery protests.

    "You have to let him fly it, Greybok," the droid said matter-of-factly. "We need to convince this Hutt to join our cause and that means you will need to swallow your damn pride for a little bit and just go along with the plan!" The Wookiee groaned, but he could see that he was outnumbered. He finally hooted his resignation. "Good," Twobee said before focusing her photoreceptor on the Kel-Dor. "You will fly the ship then. Are we agreed?" @Philosoraptor
     
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    With a loud strained huff, a slight framed figure lifted one half of a metal decking grate and dragged it back over towards the gap in the floor plates, small beads of sweat casting through the labouring teens features, leaving streaks of smeared oil and grime. "Any time will be helpful Ditto" the teen spoke out as she continued to drag the metal grate along towards the crawl space access, a series of drawn out beeps chirped back as a hovering spherical droid came swooping down from tge adjacent corridor, it's outer casing bursting open to reveal several insect like appendages that gripped onto the other half of the perforated metal. Slowly and carefully the pair carried the decking plate back to its original location and set it into place, allowing it to seal up the access to the maintenance craw space and become a solid floor once more.

    "Right come on Ditto, kets get gathered up and start on our next docket" the teen spoke out her her droid as it started to fold in on itself, returning back to its near spherical state. Raising an eyebrow at the droid the young teen shook her head before crouching down and gathering up her tools and stowing them into her tool satchel, before taking one quick sweeping look around the light freighter to make sure everything was back as it was left by the owner, the fiery haired teen pressed on the loading ramp control and waited for the ramp to descend.

    Through the hissing puffs of steam and compressed air, the fiery haired teen could see the hanger bay was awash with activity, seemed the rest of the rebellion had woken up. Looking down to her chronometer, the teen then turned her attention to a carried clipboard and docket paper. "Ship.... Starbird, Routine maintenance and service.... Few relays and motivators replaced ..... time completed 8:40 hours" the fiery haired teen murmured as she completed the various boxes on the work record form, as she slowly stepped down the ramp towards the hanger floor.

    With a quick scribble the teen completed the form, by signing off rhe docket with her signature and then tucking the pen into her overalls. Her emerald hued eyes looked around the hanger for a brief moment before tearing of a carbon copy of the docket and looked about for a conspicuous place to leave it for the ship's owner to notice and pick up. Furrowing her brow the teen looked about for an obvious choice, before her attention was pulled off towards the side as the nearing sound of a familiar howling grew louder. Snapping her gaze round the fiery haired teen could see a very familiar looking Wookiee and droid double act accompanied by an unknown face. Not that it really deterred the teen from breaking into a brief run towards the approaching figures, Eisa making a beeline for Greybok as she drew closer the teen threw her arms out to greet the towering Wookie with a hug. "Greybok, Twob's! Where you off to today?" Eisa inquired before looking down to her docket sheet and realising there was still stuff to do, but can wait for the time being. She had a catch-up to do first.
     
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    Greybok and Twobee both deadpanned. "Did you know she was on this ship?" Greybok honked. "Neither did I. I'm beginning to think we've become this child's adoptive parents. We should—" Greybok barked a few more sentences in his native language leaving Twobee done with arguing with the Wookiee for the day. "—totally bring her along on the mission. Yes. Brilliant idea. Bringing a teenage human girl into a Hutt's den never goes wrong." The droid head sighed. "Fine, I take it you heard the plan, Eisa? It'll be a little less convincing with you at the helm, but, whatever, let's go with it. Greybok?"

    Greybok nodded and pulled the lever that would send them into hyperspace. Hours later, as the ship returned to realspace and began to make preparations to dock at the Hutt's palace on Mataou, Greybok found himself in stun cuffs and was quite annoyed by it. "Now, just remember," Twobee was saying. "This walking carpet is (rather smelly) gift for His Glorious Lordship. Make the deal first — leave the translating to me — and then we'll try to figure out how Greybok leaves with us. Oh, and, Eisa, do try not to stare. We don't want to cause an incident and get fed to his rancor." The droid's head swiveled. "Now, then, are we all ready?"

    Greybok howled as the ship's landing ramp hissed and extended for them. "Excellent. Lady Eisa? I leave the rest to you."

    OOC - Here is the dice roll thread. @Plebometer
     
  7. Eisa Swan

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    Tilting her head to the side, the young teen narrowed her gaze at the exhange between Greybok and Twobee. Before falling into step with the towering Wookiee, taking three steps for each on of his strides towards the ship's bridge. Pursing her lips in thought as she digested the rushed briefing, her mind processing the various nuggets of information; Mataou, Hutt, Rancor and not to stare, before suddenly taking a deep breath in realisation. "Ooooh You mean Borraga!" The teen exclaimed aloud as the ship dropped out of hyperspace. "I know him, Big plasma burn on his face right!" she added she circled a finger over the right hand side of her face, motioning the area and extent of the heavy scarring on the Hutt's face.

    Following the pair towards the boarding ramp, the young teen looked up to the disembodied droid and nodded in response of the lead being handed over to her. "Ditto, Guard the ship" Eisa called out as she turned round to face her droid, who chirped back. "Hrmm, keep it to a light scuttle all else fails do what you did on Hoth" she advised back before the hovering droid chirped back in acknowledgement before floating off. Turning her attention back to Greybok and Twobee, the fiery haired teen cast a bright grin before descending down the boarding ramp towards the Hutt's compound.

    Her emerald hued gaze panning over the swarms of workers and droids, before focusing on the approaching Toydarian. "Seventy credits for docking" the winged male demanded as he buzzed around the fiery haired teen. Glaring at the Toydarian, Eisa simply shook her head. "Nu uh, don't think so" she responded sharply to the demand, before raising her hand to cut off the inevitable interjection "This ship is part of Swan Haulage, we have a landing permit on Mataou" Eisa continued with a raised brow as the Toydarian furiously tapped away at his holo pad "Ship is not the Grey Swan" the winged male countered before extending his hand out once more for payment "The permit is for all ships operated by Swan Haulage, I am Eisa Swan" she countered as she pulled out her Imperial Ident card and flashed it to the Toydarian to see, nodding in eventual understanding the Toydarian backed off with a resigned sigh and flapped off towards another landing ship.

    Shaking her head, the teen muttered something under her breath, the distinct word Schutta barely being heard escaping her lips. Leading the group towards the main gates of the Hutt's stronghold. Eisa seemed to follow a well practiced path, swiftly leading the group to the awaiting guards. Looking over towards a blue skinned Rodian who raised his hand guesturing for the group to stop, before intently studying each of the figures before settling down on the young teenager. "Tah lumpa doth mo jeceu" the Rodian spoke out in Huttese, forcing the teen to nod in understating "Jee gee nan bai cohai cay Borraga vehpobaee wa yanee kankahpantanka" Eisa responded as she pointed her hand over towards herself and over the strong hold gates, the Rodian simply tilted his head to the side briefly before raising his rifle at the teen. "An ah'chu apenkee, Borraga wohot tee cohai bai kaee" he spoke as a finger slowly raised to disengage the safety of the rifle. Narrowing her eyes, the teen stepped forward "Dobra Eisa Gesna see Gesna Haulage, Mah Cokha woy yanee cay Borraga" she spoke as her bright emerald eyes looked deeply into the Rodian's who looked over towards his partner and guestured for him to call through to see whether they should be admitted.

    Taking a few deep breaths, the Fiery haired teen patiently waited for the authorization to come through. Her gaze shifting over towards Greybok as he carried the droid's head in his shackled hands. "Dan Borraga hatkocanh cahcata uba doneha" the second Rodian called out, as he motioned for the group to move towards the gates as they slid open, it seemed that her Dad's name was still in good standing within the Hutt's household. Which was fortunate, perhaps there would be enough of a chance to get through the negotiations without having the yield too much and perhaps there would be a possible sympathetic ear given the mutual distrust of the Empire.

    Following the Rodian guard deeper into the stronghold the Fiery haired teen cast her gaze around the surroundings, it seemed that most things were still in the same place as they were the last time she had been granted access along side her father whilst Borraga hosted an informal business meeting among his various contacts. After a few moments the group came into a dimly lit chamber, where the unmistakable silhouette of a Hutt could be seen. "Konpa Gesna, uba gee uonza mee yohoy maee. Tee ava un mee cokha heee hou" the booming and raspy voice of the Hutt thundered throughout the chamber. A wry smile crossing the teen's features as she looked up towards the orange hued strands of hair that made up her fringe. "Jee canta jee gee tram pee dah wa colour tweepi Borraga! Um Jee dabobaha bai bleeu uba da Cokha gee doth pomka cay bu D'emperiolo Schuttas" Eisa responded with a bow to the enshadowed Hutt.

    "Da doth cuee kouwaueve kanwon, goo doth wa dan yae. Haku gee koose uba wata dah mee chamy cay hee pacmona wa Wooky nobata koumi" the hutt spoke out after a moment of silence and contemplation, before slowly slithering forward into the light revealing a rather gruesome looking facial burn that distorted the majority of his face. "Mah droida wata gee wa chamana see wa caieu danwoheth da uba koee nai bai chemant" Eisa responded as she looked towards the unwounded side of the Hutt's face, before slowly guesturing towards the disembodied head of Twobee held in Greybok's hands. Handing the proceedings over towards the droid to relay the message, hoping that perhaps Twobee might be adapt in improvisation in light of the sudden change of tact in their earlier plan.
     
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    "Greetings, Illustrious Boraga," Twobee said in Basic. Greybok was both surprised and annoyed with how well the droid was playing her role. It was almost as though she was enjoying this a little too much. "I represent a powerful group that shares your hatred of the Sith Empire and have been sent to offer you this gift—a Wookiee slave of your own—in exchange for your resources on Mataou." Greybok howled in protest but Twobee simply ignored him. "You will find him a capable servant and a strong fighter for your fighting pits."

    The Hutt seemed outwardly intrigued, but said nothing just yet. Greybok hoped Twobee and Eisa had a plan to get him out of here if their little gambit worked. Rebellion or not, he had no intention of serving a Hutt ever. Twobee didn't let on what that plan was, though. Instead, she continued to bargain with the Hutt crime lord. "The group I represent knows that you Hutts have been disenfranchised by the Empire. We know you want revenge and that a Wookiee alone is not enough to elicit your support. So, we also offer our aid in returning Hutt Space to your control. You would be able to pick any world from within its borders if our faction was to win the war and the potential wars to come."

    Greybok did not approve of offering the Hutts lordship over their former Space again, but the Alliance had little options. Hutt control of Hutt Space would ensure the return of slavery to the region, but, at the same time, the Alliance could not win without the support (and finances) of the Hutt Clan. So, all Greybok could do was wait and hope that Boraga was enjoy Twobee's offer enough. Without his credits, control of the Anoat sector would be in jeopardy... @Plebometer
     
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  9. Eisa Swan

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    Whilst Twobee ran through the scripted plea and offer of support from the Galactic Alliance for the support of the Hutts to deal with their mutual enemy, the young fiery haired teen started to wander around the Hutt's audience chamber. Her attention soon found itself being directed over the balcony of the chamber that was overlooking a large court yard that was being prepared for a tournament, Eisa's emerald hued gaze narrowing as she pursed her lips in thought as she watched several Gamorreans drag several large containers and cages about the courtyard. As she heard the droid come to a conclusion with the offer, the teen spun round on her feet and brought herself back into the fold.

    Her attention falling upon Greybok briefly, although in the narrow glimpse that she had of the towering Wookiee, Eisa could see that the Wookiee was visibly agitated by the offer. As her gaze panned around the room, the teen regarded the overall air within the chamber, it had become much more relaxed than how it was following their earlier arrival. It seemed that the offer had garnered the interest of the Hutt. "Hee haku sey uba Borraga, Chalanh?" Eisa inquired as she returned her attention towards the Hutt, her head cocking to the side slightly as she cast an inquisitive look towards the Hutt.

    "Fa doth ba sanuba mo" The Hutt spoke out after a further moment's thought as he ran a hand over his lips in thought, his remaining bulbous amber hued regarding the small envoy that had presented itself with the offer, and an opportunity for Borraga to be the first of his kin to bring the Hutt empire back to its former glory, back to the days of imposed imperial rule. He was keen to take the offer, though like all common traits in the Hutts he wanted more. "Um uba dayan cuee ai ritke kouoleu kihciha du mee ahaua saptkhe?" Eisa spoke out suddenly, breaking through the silence whilst the Hutt build up the tense air whilst he deliberated.

    "Haku vehpobaee wa uahliua?" Eisa suggested shortly afterwards, as her gaze held firm with the Hutt. "Greybok doth mah chaca dokoi, ba dopyacmi dee wahkala da Jee joggdu cay. Jot jen dokoi du mee hihneha, peee wa bmaleoi hhogh" the fiery haired teen continued, raising a hand to gesture towards the Towering Wookiee beside her, a coy grin crossing her features. "Whao goo yuna mee "champio" kuna kee baplamka mah sinsa baa mo. Whao goo woi uba yoieu tee pankpa, bu d'emperiolo droida heee an mah bargon" Eisa continued, raising a hand to silence the droid from protesting the teen going completely off script and minimizing the potential damage that she could cause.

    Stepping forward, the teen extended her hand out for the Hutt to accept the deal that she had just bartered. The closing nature of the young girls actions leaving little time for the Hutt to deliberate on the wager that had just been made. A light grin escaped her lips as she watched the Hutt extend his own hand, accepting the wager. "Bargon" the Hutt spoke simply as he shook the teens hand before letting a croaking laugh escape his salivating lips.

    Stepping back from the Hutt, the fiery haired teen turned her attention back round to regard Greybok and Twobee, her emerald hued eyes casting a knowing look as she focused in on the dark hue's of the Wookiee's own gaze. A slight smile tugging at the edge of her lips. Whilst the approach preferred by command would appeal to a greater cause and one of unity between the fledgling rebellion and the Hutt's crime syndicate. Eisa, despite being still being young had grew up a space brat, with her father's crew often moving through such circles. She had been fortunate enough to learn just what made them tick. As for the risky bet she had just made, Eisa had every confidence in her friend's abilities and the knowing look she had cast Greybok should be enough to let him know that.

    A slimy snapping sound could be heard emanating from the Hutt's location as he snapped his fingers summoning a pair of Kowakians scrambled over each other to bring forward a large class bowl filled with small ornate glowing orbs. Each one of them containing the identity of one of the Hutt's own prized fighters. Reaching into the bowl the Hutt withdrew an orb and looked over the identity, his eyes narrowing in frustration. ""Mee dokoi hatkocanh neyoha mo gee Lugz, doth chake du k'wanna kaniaka" Borraga proclaimed before tossing the orb over towards the fiery haired teen, who upon catching it looked over the shimmering visage of the fighter. Keeping her expression stoic Eisa folded her arms over her chest, subtly holding the orb out to the side for Greybok to peak at the Gamorrean he would be fighting.

    Perhaps there is some stock in what the commander had spoken to her about on Kashyyk, the teen started to contemplate as she bowed to Borraga and nodded for Greybok to follow. Perhaps the Force's will was actively working in the favor of those who sought to return balance and light to the galaxy. Not that she would openly proclaim such words as her reasoning and muted explanations to Greybok and Twobee, well not for a while still. Only when the time would be right.
     
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    "Have you gone quite mad?!" Twobee exclaimed incredulously. "Since when did I become part of this deal? We were just supposed to sell the Wookiee and—" Greybok howled angrily. "No, I am in this situation because your flaming trash compactor of a life resulted in me getting strapped to you for the foreseeable future!" Their five minutes were rapidly expiring, but Twobee managed to get in one final, frantic request. "Girl, convince that lard of a Hutt to let Greybok go free if he wins the fight! If he doesn't, I'll be the first casualty of our new occupation!"

    Reluctantly, Greybok entered the dueling ring to face his pig-faced opponent. He unslung his bowcaster and the Gamorrean pulled a blaster pistol from a holster. It was a good ol' fashion standoff. Greybok barked to his opponent and Twobee, who was thoroughly done with the day already, translated. "In case you are not fluent in Wookiee, that was a very graphic description of what this bowcaster will do to you if you don't immediately surrender this match."

    The Gamorrean oinked or snorted, it was hard to tell with their language. Honestly, Greybok couldn't understand a word of it, but, luckily, he had Twobee to translate. "I do believe he is calling your bluff, Greybok. He also called you a shutta."

    Greybok didn't reply further. He merely raised his bowcaster and shot. The bolt slammed into the Gamorrean's chest and sent the pigthing flying across the dueling ring, where it landed dead. Twobee was, at first, at a loss for words. But, finally, she found her vocabulator again. "Well, that was rather anti-climatic. But a deal is a deal. Right Borraga?" @Plebometer
     
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    A light grin crossed the teen's features, as she watched the very short lived duel play out from her observation box. Her lips soon pursing in thought as she watched the towering wookiee finish up with the dueling arena, her gaze falling onto Twobee as the disembodied head continued to protest, it's circuits must be going into melt down from everything that had just taken place. Casting the Wookiee a warm smile as he stepped out of the deuling arena, the young teen patted him on the back as best she could given thier significant difference in statures. "Let's get us out of here" the teen muttered as she cast Greybok a quick glance before taking the lead again and making her way back to the Hutta Audience chamber.

    "Hee Borraga, jeejee caiot coe dah mee bidkana?" Eisa spoke out in huttesse to the scarred crimelord. Who wasn't best pleased about how the duel had unfolded soo poorly in his favour, well truth be told he was seething. Jee dayan bai hopta wa kouciukoee kaa koo the Hutt responded initially, making it appear that he was now stalling for time rather than looking to honour their agreement. Raising an eyebrow at the change in tact thr Fiery haired teen watched as the Hutt slivered back and forth as he tried to weight up his options before eventually coming to a standstill and decided upon a way to extract more out of the deal for himself.

    Lee chalya mi bu Wookie an bu Droida an uba gee wa bargon Borraga spoke out with a twisting smile at the edge of his lips, as far as the Hutt was concerned he had the greater advantage over the envoy, they were representing a group that he deemed to need his help more than they would admit. Whether it were seen that way the galactic alliance would remain to be seen, narrowing her eyes, Eisa starred at the gelatinous Hutt coldly as she weighed up the options, Berkshire gaze looking over Greybok and Twobee as if she was giving the offer some serious thought.

    Pursing her lips in thought, tge young teen turned her back to Her companions for a moment as she stepped over towards the viewing window. Hea mah sinsa dayan bidkana " the teen spoke out after a tense silence, before turning round to stare hard into the Hutts remaining Eye. Jee siw la noa-a hatkocanh bai neleu ana bocoee cay kaee coo hatkocanh hahba doptkee dah ba see fah bargon, joppay nyowkee cha joday du thier woiay " Eisa continued as she started to pace back towards Greyboks side. your[/I] choice of champion cleanly ]mah dokoi wata nanpa mee douaph see champio ciheu she added whilst gesturing towards the towering mass of furred muscle. Jee hatkocanh kouoe bai gee bai yoian mee da hocan see fah an uonlaua dah wa bargon nobata koumi, da tee bankobaiebe kankahuesa hatkocanh nahca bo doueha see fa. In ting Jee lwaa chamana da mah sinsa bahva yauma an bidkana doi Daruma Bu Yih bantkoke" Eisa added. Emphasising the name Borragas rival, knowing it would strike w nerve, being that Daruma was the one that inflicted the plasma burn that had deformed the Hutts face.

    Staring unflinching as she regarded the Hutts look of bitter contempt at the mention of his rival, Eisa folded her arms whilst she watched the Hutt deliberate once again, before allowing a long drawn out sight as he relented against pushing the boundaries of the deal any further, knowing the risk that the 'employer' could just as easily move to get support from his rivals. Nodding reluctantly the Hutt agreed and backed down. Luto Jee hatkocanh bidkana bargon yanah" the Hutt spoke out in a resigned tone Dan, pionpoe mecohpa tah Borraga, Dobra oto vo bu wooky" Eisa responded simply drawing a sharp glare from the Hutt Peee beeska mu-moolee che oto vo pieah vehpobaee mee bakang bai cahweba tee kankahpantanka" the teen added, her cheerful voice having long became a much more stern and authoritative tone. Leaving thr Hutt little option but to nod and hurriedly wave the group out.

    Taking thier leave, Eisa lead the group back to Greyboks ship. As soon as they were aboard and the boarding ramp closing itself up, the fiery haired teen let out a long exasperated sigh. "Now i know why daddy hated dealing with them Hutts, the kriffing shifty slimy fracking schuttas" Eisa exclaimed the moment she was sure they were in their own company once again. though as soon as the exclamation of frustrated cussing was out of her system, the teen turned her emerald hued gaze up towards Greybok. "Lets get the kriff out of here and let command polish up the terms"
     
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    Greybok was elated to be free. Better, Boraga was now compliant with the Alliance. Later that day, as they were sitting in the cockpit Starbird, and as Greybok was making the calculations for the return to base, Twobee was once more complaining about their (mis)fortune.

    "Mistress Eisa, I must insist that you never do that again," the droid scolded her. "We all could have been Hutt slaves for the rest of eternity! Or, at least, the rest of our lifespans. For you, that probably wouldn't be all too much of a problem—but Wookiees can live for four hundred years! I don't want to spend another two centuries strapped to this walking rug while in the service of a Hutt!"

    Greybok barked a couple of times. The calculations were almost done, but... "Yes, Greybok," Twobee sighed. "I, indeed, have transmitted our report to Alliance Command. They have relayed that our next assignment is on Anoat. Apparently, Her Majesty is holding a party for us all!" Greybok howled. "Oh, come now, Wookiee. Parties aren't all that bad. Let's just hope no one mistakes you for a coat-rack."

    The Wookiee howled angrily as he adjusted his calculations for Anoat. Then, he pulled back on the lever and the stars outside the viewport bled into the tunnel of hyperspace. Another mission complete. Another victory for the rebellion.

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