A Deal Gone Wrong

[Hol Horse]

The light 'hum' of the machinery around him caused Athir's eyes to flicker a bit as he came back to the present.

The red skinned zabrak groaned as he began to wake up from his nap. The world still seemed like a blur as his mind sluggishly tried to start processing his surroundings again. How long had he been asleep for? Athir's glazed over eyes slowly slid over to the figure sitting in the ship's cockpit with him, his blue and silver metal frame silently steering the ship while the red skinned alien woke up from his nap. The latter of these two gave a loud, "Hrmph" as he began sitting up straight in his seat. "Droids" he mused to himself as he stretched his back out, feeling a nice and satisfying 'crack' resonate up and down his spine. He hadn't felt comfortable letting the machine pilot the Otho all the way to Toydaria, to be truthful he hadn't even felt comfortable having the thing around in the first place.

"How much longer until we reach Toydaria?" Athir asked his protocol droid. The machine made a strange buzzing sound at first, its voice sounding grainy and distorted as it spoke, "Sir. You have awoken at the perfect time. We shall arrive in a few minutes, right on schedule". Athir frowned a bit at the droid before looking back out in front of him at the blue and white streaks of hyperspace passing them by. It felt so close yet so long ago since he had begun his life as a smuggler, it was hard to think that despite the short time that had passed he had managed to obtain a cargo transport as big as the one he was contracted to do now. Then again, when you were smuggling a full cargo bay of Firespray to the Hutts, there were few who'd be jumping out of their seats in the first place.

Such risks were worth it though in the zabrak's mind, getting in the good graces of criminal kingpins like the Hutt Clan was one of the fastest ways up the underworld's food chain. Hell, with the republic and empire tearing at each other's throats there was plenty of pockets to slip through unnoticed. Blood money was still money after all. That thought brought a small grin to Athir's face as he got up out of his pilot's seat and switched the Otho's navigation to auto-pilot. "I'm checking on our cargo for an inventory check. You contact our man on the ground and ask where the hell we're supposed to land this thing" Athir said, prompting a nod from the protocol droid, before the zabrak slipped out of the cockpit into the hull of the ship.

A few minutes later and the red skinned smuggler was standing in the cargo bay, inspecting the Firespray they had picked up back on Coruscant. Their freighter, the Otho, wasn't overly large- but it was stable and fast, and that was enough for a simple vagabond like Athir. Soon, he'd be on his way with his first big payday, and that was enough for him. As the zabrak continued checking off the crates of illegal Firespray, a voice cracked over the comms, "Sir, we've been instructed to land in coordinates 36,-91. We'll be arriving in a moment". Athir sighed as he climbed back up to the bridge.

Sure enough, they approached the green planet.

 

[Soup]

Xel had landed on this planet not too long ago as a pit stop. The area wasn't very hospitable, but the dark haired human didn't mind. He was refueling his frieghter with the small amount of money he had left. Xel was wearing a long sleeved, grey shirt and black cargo pants. His sleeves were rolled up and his face was shined with beads of sweat. He had just outrun some common criminals when he went to the small market that was set up near the landing pad. It was as if the planet was there to make people uneasy. There was no visible security, but plenty of strange creatures. Xel had no interest in them. He just wanted to relax for a while. Xel sat under his ship when he finished refueling and stared up at the sky. He saw a ship coming down onto a nearby landing pad. He was hoping the ship had at least one trader on board. Xel had recently obtained plenty of half-valuable crystals from a mining planet he had stopped on just a while ago. If anyone was interested in the dull stones, he'd be more than willing to sell them. He sighed and sat up, when he saw the ship coming closer to the surface.

 

[Mad Dog]

The Alecto touched down on a landing pad near the refueling station. The ship a massive and beautiful work of art produced by the Tyrfing Fleet Forges, then later clearly upgraded even further by whoever it's owner was. The ship was extremely state of the art and even more so out of place in it's current location.

The loading dock opened in a hum of hydraulic noise as the lift lowered to reveal three individuals exiting the ship. One man, a large Besilisk male stayed on the lift holding a pair of XPC-71 Particle Blaster Rifles, the other, a Twi'lek, armed with a CZ CMP2 stopped shortly after exiting the lift and began surveying the area as a number of ships were here refueling.

Finally the obvious leader of the group, and Captain of the ship took a few more steps also looking at the ships present at the fueling station, clearly displeased at not finding what she was looking for.

The Captain was an incredibly beautiful, by the standards of any species, Dathomirian woman. She sported an incredible waist cape and few other clothes.

 

[Hol Horse]

The Otho lowered itself onto one of the various scattered landing pads, the simple and unassuming freighter's egninges gradually dying down to a halt before the cargo bay door on the side of the ship opened up. A few moments later, Athir found himself and his protocol droid standing face to face with a Toydarian- a winged slug practically with the mischievous gleam in his eye that sent shivers down one even as mindful as the zabrak.

"Ay there boy, about time you showed up. Unload that Firespray and head to the cantina. You'll be paid inside" the blue creature croaked as he fluttered in the air in front of the zabrak. Athir gave a simple nod and thus began carrying the multiple crates of Firespray onto the landing pad, looking around the area as he did so.

Vile, that's what other smugglers called this place. The pseudo-space port was located in a large swampy clearing. The ground itself was brackish and bubbled, mosquitos whizzed through the air incessantly- reminding Athir to be wary of any diseases they might carry. There were other ships here, roughly 6 from what he could tell- none of them overly large. The landing pads were arranged in a large circle, with an equally large albeit run-down and decrepit building placed exactly in the center of the spaceport. Athir had heard about it before he left, The Vile Villa, as it was colloquially known. An outpost for smugglers and vagabonds such as the zabrak who were conducting business with the Hutts, usually coming from Republican space most of the time. Some came here to resupply or refuel before heading to the outer rim or vise versa, regardless it was one of the few smuggler dens made out to be a neutral zone... Or course, if you came with the Hutt's support then you naturally had more weight to throw around.

As Athir finished unloading the last of his Firepsray onto the landing pad, a peculiar thing caught his eye. A human sitting under what was presumably his ship. The zabrak narrowed his gaze a bit before glancing over his shoulder at his droid, "Watch the goods, I'm going to look around before heading in to make the deal" Athir ordered before walking along one of the raised metal walkways towards the central area- a market of sorts had been set up outside the cantina, full of strange wares manned by strange creatures. The zabrak eyed them a bit here and there but continued to walk over towards where the human was sitting, nodding at him as he approached, "You look like you've ended up in the wrong neck of the woods" the red skinned man said jestfully, eyeing his cargo, "What you hauling then? Crystals?" the zabrak asked before looking them over, "The name's Athir" he stated hoping to introduce himself.

Networking was the cornerstone of the smuggling business after all, you were only as good as the people and connections you knew.

While waiting to for the human to respond, if he decided to, the zabrak would look over at a 7th ship that had now arrived. The humanoid narrowed its gaze once again as it watched the impressive and sleek looking ship approach the spaceport. It was Sith, that was pretty easy to tell from its decor alone as well as general build. Indeed, more than a few eyes from within the Cantina and around the spaceport would eye the newcomer warily as she descended down from her ship. The zabrak raised an eyebrow, he hadn't met many Dathomirian women, yet he made a mental note to if they were all as voluptuous and visually pleasing as the stranger.

Still, a sith ship showing up to a smuggler den? That couldn't have been a good sign.

 

[Soup]

Xel stood and shook his head when the Zabrak spoke of their location. "I'm not too used to places like this, but I can manage. Just outran a few hoodlums looking to steal any valuables I have. I don't have much though." When the crystals were mentioned, a small grin spread across his face. Perhaps he could get these crystals to someone else after all. He'd been wanting to get an upgrade from his simple BPO1 blaster pistol, which was holstered under his shirt. It was difficult to see under his loose clothing. He looked over at some of his half opened crates of crystals and back at Athir. "Yep. Not very valuable, but hard to get. Took me a while to pull them from some caves on a planet a few parsecs from here." When Athir introduced himself, Xel happily held out his left hand to shake. He chose it because his right hand was ready to reach for his blaster if needed. As this happened, Xel stood in silent awe of the ship that had landed on such an awful planet like Toydaria. He had no idea that the ship and its passengers likely meant no good. Xel was never one to stare so he fixed his eyes quickly on Athir once more. He was hoping the Zabrak would have an interest in his crystals. Perhaps even the newest ship's passengers would like a few crystals, the clearly had more than enough to persuade Xel to get rid of them.

 

[Mad Dog]

Kae'Tl glanced in every direction,"Great..." Noticing her contact was nowhere to be seen.

It didn't take long for her to spot the Zabarak, in a dustball filled with flying slugs, the red skinned and horned man stood out quite a bit. She'd not seen a Zabarak in years since she had lived on Dathomir.

"Hey Cap'n..." Dax, the large Besilisk standing at the gate of the ship, called. He'd sighted the cantina and like always had decided he wanted some,"Do you mind if I... Uh..."

"Dax, we're kinda in the middle of something..." She replied quickly. But quickly let out a sigh, it was clear her contact hadn't arrived and if he was coming at all would likely be a while,"Yea, go ahead.." She sighed again.

He holstered his rifles and quickly made his way to the cantina, as if trying to get there quickly before the Captain changed her mind.

"This place is repulsive.." She said to the Twi'Lek standing next to her.

A glint coming from the ship the Zabarak was standing next to had caught her eye, what was it with that ship, twice now it had drawn her attention. A decently large crate was partially open and it's contents were reflecting light directly towards her as if they were made of glass or some shiny metal.

 

[Hol Horse]

Athir gave a small smirk at hearing how the human had ended up in this literal filth-hole. The details may change but the core is always the same it seems. the zabrak gave his condolences, "Sounds about right, who was it this time?" the red skinned humanoid said, picking up one of the crystals and eyeing them over. He had never been to a mining world before, his parents and family usually frowned on that sort of thing- they never liked going to the poor or 'low' systems where such activities were common. Still, the crystal did look pleasing to him as he held it up to the bright mid-day sun.

Placing the shard back in its crate, Athir shook his head, "I'm sure there'll be some fool who'll cough up some credits for them out there, the galaxy is a big place after all- there's always a way to make a profit out of a bad cargo" the zabrak said with a wink of mischievous knowing. The red skinned humanoid winced momentarily though as he felt a sudden nip on the back of his neck, a quick slap and the sound of buzzing told him all he needed to know about the reason, "Cursed mosquitos" the zabrak muttered to himself before looking around again.

His protocol droid was still standing silently by the ship like a good little tin can guard, that was a nice change. Athir turned his gaze over towards the sith ship that had arrived, he still felt wary about their presence, but it seemed that they were killing time here like most others. The Dathomiri woman seemed to look at the crate of crystals and the two smugglers loitering around it. Athir smirked a bit as he kept his green eyes on her. What was she thinking right now?

 

[Soup]

Xel's face returned to its nuetral expression when the Zabrak returned the crystal. He too noticed that the Dathomirian woman was eyeing his crystals. A spark of excitement arose in his face. Xel closed up his ship along with the cargo inide and looked over to the cantina. It was not vey appealing, but it should have something to drink, he was still dreadfully after all. He then remembered this Zabrak still didn't know Xel's name. He thought it was the envoirnment that threw him off. "My name's Xel by the way. I think I'll take a peak at what that cantina has to offer." Surely someone in there would be in need of some crystals. Xel was never very picky about selling things, so there would be no doubt that they would be affordable crystals. He waved briefly at Athir and wandered off to the run down cantina. A light breeze blew by that made almost all of Xel's clothing and hair flutter around in the wind. He quite enjoyed breezes. He pushed open the cantina's doors and began to absorb his surroundings.

 

[Mad Dog]

The dathomirian motioned for her Twi'Lek to stay with the ship as she too walked to enter the cantina.

A repulsive looking winged slug was working the bar.

Ugh..
She didn't like being in This part of the galaxy, bad enough to deal with the Hutts, but also being so close to Sith space was not ideal for her.

"Brandy.." She ordered to the thing tending the bar. She'd take her glass, and after checking on her Besilisk crew member would take a seat in a corner both. She kept a close eye on the man with the crystals. If That's all he had, he'd surely be trying to pawn it off on every life form in this dump. She'd wait for him to be rejected several times before perhaps bringing it up.

 

[Hol Horse]

Athir nodded in acknowledgement to the human named Xel before leaving him to his own devices as he declared his intent to go inside the cantina. The red skinned zabrak had half a mind to follow yet, as usual, had more pressing matters to attend to first and foremost. He then set about walking back over to his own freighter, the Otho, only to find his cargo load of Firespray gone. Looking expectantly to his protocol droid for an answer, the silver figure spoke thorugh its malfunctioning speaker, "Taken care of sir" it stated. Athir gave a sigh of relief as he knew the job was over- he had done his part down to the T.

Deciding to get his payday and buy hmself a hard earned shot of whiskey, the zabrak issued a quick order as he turned on his heel to face the cantina, "Lock up the ship until I get back, we'll be here for a while". Athir heard the sounds of metal feet clunking back into the cargo bay as he walked over towards the Cantina and stepped inside.

Instantly the zabrak found himself assaulted by a myriad of noise and smells. Some backwater band was playing some music, attempting to drown out the loudly chatting and obnoxious smugglers who were likewise probably looking to drop of cargo to the Hutts. Athir glanced them over, noting the many different aliens currently packed in the large cantina floor. The zabrak spotted Xel, probably attempting to sell more of his crystals, and the dathomirian who had the sensible idea of tucking away in a corner away from the dysfunctional drinkers.

"Smells like home" the zabrak said sarcastically to himself as he walked over to the bar and motioned the flying slug manning it over to him, "I'm here to see Fari about the shipment of Firespray" Athir said. The bartender eyed him warily, as if to size up how much his head might be worth, before motioning towards a doorway next to the bar that would lead most likely to the contact in question.

 

[Soup]

Xel say Athir pass into the cantina as he was looking around for anyone to sell to. These crystals had been hard to get, so he wanted some sort of profit. He was losing hope until he saw the Dathomirian sitting in a corner amd decides that was his best bet. He was ready to grab his blaster, but he was sure it would be useless against someone who can afford a ship like the one he saw her in. He wandered over to the Dathomirian and took a seat across from her. "I saw you a while ago, and it seems you saw my crystals. Interested? I'll sell them cheap if you'd like." Xel was clearly not very adept at advertising, especially to a bunch of people he didn't know. He set his right hand seemingly on his hip, but he was just readying for a firefight. He had learned that taking precautions was important in places like these. His heart was pounding, and his throat was begging for a drink, but he could wait.

 

[Mad Dog]

"....shipment of Firespray"

What...

That Zabarak was transporting firespray? The human was now standing in front of her. Although she was trying to continue listen in on the zabarak,"...saw my crystals. Interested? I'll sell them cheap if you'd like"

"What?" She'd only been half listening,"Oh yea, you had a purple one, roughly the size of a head, right? I'll take it.."

Spoiler: This one

She paused for a moment considering her options, then she saw it, a poorly concealed blaster pistol. She looked at it then up to the mans face unable to stifle a quick snort and a small smile,"Are you... Looking for credits or trade?" She said remembering the vast store of blaster rifles and various pieces of armor her crew and her had taken off a semi-recent attack where they'd killed dozens of so called gangsters.

This woman although having the appearance of being Sith, sure didn't act like it, or at least she didn't anymore. Although the singer curved hilt lightsaber at her hip did nothing to help that thought.

Kae'Tl craned her head as she watched the Zabarak enter a side door of inside of the cantina.

 

[Hol Horse]

Athir stepped into the cramped back room. It was hot and cramped here, a few lavish carpets lined the floor and walls with a single wooden window closed firmly shut on the opposing side. A dim light and ash-tray full of what looked like the remains of multiple cigars dominated a large wooden desk with a number of papers on it. Sitting behind the desk sat Fari, a dark blue skinned Toyadarian who eyed the Zabrak as he entered the room. "Ehhh... Not bad for rookie, you get 4,000 credits for haul. Is good deal, ja?" the flying slug said, puffing out a ring of smoke from his grotesque mouth as he pondered the offer.

Athir frowned at hearing the news, "I was told 5,000. You won't find many smugglers willing to ferry illegal Firespray across the inner systems to his hole" the red humanoid stated, leaning forwards as he pressed the matter. Fari seemed to recline in his small chair, looking up with what looked like a smirk on his face, "The Hutt Clan prizes loyalty boy. It's your first time working with us, we take 1,000 off for.... ehh..." the Toyadari said before pausing and looking at some of the papers on his desk, "-Registration" he stated with a nod that both knew didn't convince Athir one bit. The older alien shrugged as he looked at the frowning face of the Zabrak, "If you want, you can eh- take it up with some of my men in the cantina, is good yeah?" to which Athir simply snorted, grabbing the credit chip on the table in front of him and turning to leave.

"Oh, eh, one more thing boy" Fari said, causing Athir to stop at the door to hear his words, "The Dathomiri woman, you know her?". Athir looked back over his shoulder at the squatting filth. The impressive specemin had caught his eye wandering eyes sure, but "Nope. Never seen her in my life" the Zabrak replied. He could hear Fari cough up a plume of smoke as he groaned a few unrecognizable words to himself in Toyadarian. Finally, he addressed the Zabrak, "I tell you what, you wanna make that 1,000 credits back? You get to know her, that bum selling crystals as well" the Toyadari said leaving Athir more puzzled than anxious, he knew how to win favor. "Why? What's so special? Send a goon to do it, you can pay them with my money it seems" Athir snarked causing Fari to snark right back at him, "Shut your trap!... I hear lots of rumors in this hole-of-filth, they say that Dathomir has been attacking planets, seizing them. It wouldn't hurt to get more intel on her, after all, credits are only as good as the secrets they can buy" Fari said, chuckling to himself at his own sage advice. Athir found this to be more unsettling than the request, "-and the crystal merchant?" he asked. Fari calmed his smokey laughter, "He's a bum, but he's a bum with crystals- and those can be sold off nicely if you got the network, need to know if he's slow in the head so we can buy 'em of 'im for cheap" Fari said.

Athir thought the deal over, "Just talk?"

"Just talk, heh"

"Deal"

Athir stepped out of the small back office, leaving Fari to smugly look at his paperwork while muttering amusedly to himself in Toydarian. Back in the main cantina, the Zabrak eyed the space over as he stood next to the bar. "Get me another whiskey" he told the bartender before shortly after grabbing the drink in question. Finally, he made eye contact with the corner of the cantina where the Dathomir was sitting... conveniently with Xel.

Downing his shot, Athir crossed the cantina and approached the corner table, "Mind if I sit with you two?" he asked over the loud noise of the cantina music.

 

[Soup]

Xel was about to speak, but he looked over to Athir and scooched to the closer to the wall in his seat. He motioned Athir towards the open space, hoping so very much that it wouldn't be a problem with the Dathomirian woman who sat across from him. He lifted his hand away from his blaster and set both his crossed arms on the table. "Anyways, I can take either for the crystal. Preferably a weapon. A small rifle, capable of proficient mid-range usage would be nice. Otherwise I'm open to offers." Xel hoped he wasn't asking for too much, but it was her who asked. Even so, Xel felr uncomfortable and nervous. He was scared of what she xould do, or what her friends could do. He had never tried bartering with someone who seemed of such a high status.

 

[Mad Dog]

"Mind if I sit with you two?"

Dax had come much closer to the table now, and was standing only a few feet from the Zabarak. Kae'Tl gave a head nod that must of indicated everything was ' ok ' as the Besilisk soon returned to the crowd he'd found inside the cantina.
"Fine with me.."

"Anyways, I can take either for the crystal. Preferably a weapon. A small rifle, capable of proficient mid-range usage would be nice. Otherwise I'm open to offers." The human continued as the Zabarak took his seat.

"Well I got a large number of Frab's recently. What do you say, I'll trade you three of them? Straight across? and I'll throw in two twenty-fours(24 round Magazines.) with each. Deal?" she addressed the human before turning to the Zabarak,"You know, I haven't seen a Zabarak in years.. Not since Dathomir..."

 

[Hol Horse]

Athir saw the Besilisk approach him out of the corner of his eye, was he one of Fari's men? The zabrak stopped momentarily before seeing the Dathomiri shoot a nod to the armed stranger, apparently she must have been his captain. The red humanoid made note of that fact for later. Fortunately for Athir, the white skinned stranger accepted his offer. A small grin appeared on the red zabrak's face as he slid into the booth next to Xel.

Accepting another drink from one of the skimpy waitresses serving the various smugglers, Athir remained quiet as the human conducted his buisness transaction. He didn't seem new to the smuggling buisness, yet there was a certain aura that made the zabrak feel as though he were a novice at this thing... Then again, he was still a novice himself. Realizing his hypocrisy, Athir dropped the matter in his head and leisurely sipped on his drink. The offer made by the Dathomiri was good, perhaps a little too good, but considering all the firepower she may have been packing a few blasters may not have been much. "That's a good deal buddy, you won't find many around here willing to barter that much for your rocks" the zabrak said before taking another swig and making a sour face. Gods, what had he been served? The strange drink he had been given tasted more like piss than booze.

As the Dathomir addressed him in turn however, the man forced his face back into a normal complection. Hearing her statement, Athir simply shrugged, "What can I say? We're an elusive breed, usually pretty savage back on Iridia from what I hear" the man said before taking a baby sip of the strange drink again to test its flavor a second time. After tasting how sour it was, the zabrak decided to give up on the drink and return his attention back to the female, "I've never been to Dathomir though, haven't met any Dathomiri either. What's it like there? If all the women look like you I'll make sure to visit one day" the man said as he leaned back in his seat, imagining the scene in his head. "How about you then? Where're you heading after this? Looking for another system to sell those crystals of yours?" Athir asked Xel.

 

[Soup]

Xel was surprised at the offer for the one crystal. Three weapons and six mags total. Not a bad deal. He had heard of the FRAB before, and was hoping to get his hands on one one way or another. He nodded as he responded to the Damthomirian. "That'll be fine. Anytime your ready I'll get the crystal." He pointed with his thumb to the enterance of the cantina. It seemed coming to this disgusting planet was worth it after all. He looked over to Athir when he was spoken to. "I might take a trip to Corsucant. It won't be hard to get rid of those crystals there. It'll certainly take a while to get there though..." Xel was also worried about who else may be at Coruscant. Ground level was a pretty dangerous area, not to mention there could easily be plenty of Sith spies there. He'd have to be extremely cautious.

 

[Mad Dog]

Kae'Tl did something neither of them could of expected, she smiled warmly at the Zabarak's comment. Wasn't she supposed to be a Sith?

"Dathomir has its own style of beauty. If you're not from either planet.. Where did you come from? You don't see many of you elsewhere.."

Back to the human,"If you just deliver it to my ship I'll make sure my crew knows what to give you in return."

Kae'Tl took a look around the room, smoke filled quite a bit of it. She was looking for her contact,"Hey... Uh you guys haven't seen a stupid looking Rodian have you? If he's much later I'm gonna have to teach him a bit about showing up on time..." Perhaps with that statement her old Sith ways shined through just a bit.

 

[Hol Horse]

The sight of the Dathomir smiling at him, while a reassuring sign probably, sent a shiver down the Zabrak's spine as he gave a small grin of his own in return. The woman's latter question though caused the red skinned humanoid to raise an eyebrow, he had never been to neither Iridia nor Dathomir, in truth he had never asked his family much about their race- the questions had never fermented much in his mind, living on Coruscant had proved to be too diverse and exhilerting for him to think about himself. Thus, he answered as such, "Coruscant as a matter of fact, I ru- well, I used to be the youngest son of a merchant family who moved there, the Kavos Corporation if you've heard of it" the man said, the unfortunate memories of his self-imposed exile coming back to the forefront of his mind as he recounted the story.

The man dispelled these thoughts as he looked back to the Dathomir, "Oh but I'm boring and just a dirty smuggler. You on the other hand with that getup of yours look like a Sith, eh?" the zabrak said before sniffing the air and cupping his ear slightly, "-even sound and smell like one" he added on before a sly grin crept up onto his face, "-probably taste like one too" before returning his face to normal, "What are you doing out here in this hole exactly? This is Hutt Space after all, some unfortunate accidents might be bound to happen to you given your alleigance..." he asked as he sat back in his seat again.

Xel gave his two cents about selling crystals at Coruscant, a sensible decision in Athir's view, the place was a planet of markets after all. Still, "I'd probably take a detour if your going straight from here, it would look shady- well shadier if you arrived straight from these systems, customs don't exactly like our kind" the man quipped, "Still, exactly how much are you willing to settle for all those crystals in total? How much are you looking for?" Athir asked, Fari's words in the back of his mind.

The Dathomiri's quipp about some Rodan being late caused the zabrak to look briefly out over the cantina again, "Uhhhh, nope, haven't seen him" he said before looking back to Xel expectantly.

 

[Soup]

Xel nodded when the Dathomirian responded to him. He'd be sure to stick around the ship until he got his blasters. He'd been duped before, and he wasn't planning on it happening again. That's how Xel learned out by himself, trial and error. The idea lf a detour to Coruscant was not very pleasing, though it was probably safe. As Athir inqukred about his crystals, he thought on it. Now why would anyone want all of those crystals? Reselling probably. He had two large crates of them, likely upwards of fifty pounds each. "I'd say 1500 Credits each. Or a combination of Spice and Credits. That stuff can be pretty valuable on the outer rim." He thought over the concept of having a ship with a large amount of spice to Coruscant. It was not a pleasant thought, detour or not. "Scratch that, just Credits. Or some good armor. I've neededing some of that." He tappd his frail chesplate. If he couldamage to score some armor and some weapons, he'd probably make a few more trips for thosw crystals.