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[Davik Lorso]

Davik Lorso didn't remember the last time he was this hassled by customs. First they had the audacity to keep the Catscratch in a holding station outside the orbital spaceport while they actually boarded for inspection. Ofcourse they didn't find anything. Davik wasn't exactly new at this game and the only thing hidden inside the secret compartments was whiskey and credits anyway, so that's not getting sniffed out anytime soon. You'd think that was that, right? Wrong. The second he lands in the outer orbital station -because onplanet landing pads are more expensive- he gets dragged into an interview room on account of his last visit to Byblos. Those bastards actually tracked his responder-codes all the way to the edge of FWA space and demanded to know who Davik was transporting for. Right, not that the paperwork wasn't falsified to withstand this kind of scrutiny. A gentleman on Naboo had bought a new farming drone from the Byblos Drone Yards, yes the papers were in order. Yes, Don Cavalas Vega from Theed just as it says on the form. They grilled him for an hour but the smuggler didn't mess up the story he'd concocted a few weeks ago when he smuggled stolen port scanners and synthspice out of FWA space and to Nar Shaddaa.

Five (!) hours later Davik knocked on the door of a mid-level apartment owned by someone with a name that felt like it was important. Caliban Drast, or rather, Senator Caliban Drast. Davik looked at the nice green ribbon tied to the very expensive bottle of premier Iridonian whiskey and sighed. No way in kriff he was going to ever get a sip of this bottle, was he?

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[Caliban Drast]

Caliban was relaxing in his apartment, or as much as he could with a stack of reports to read through, and god knows how many things to sign. Ever since he had become Senator, his life had been turned upside down. If not for his military training, and the lifestyle that he had maintained ever since, he was sure he would have been unable to keep up with the work-load. As it was he was barely keeping up. He needed to hire more people, aides, researches, speech-writers, the list was never ending. Many who had worked for the former Senator had left when he died, and he simply hadn't had the time to build up a staff of his own. What he had inherited, and those who had stayed with him from his previous position, were simply too few and too inexperienced.

He had finally managed to put together a shortlist of people who he could hire, and was in the process of personally interviewing them. Though he had limited time to take interview, so he was forced to have them at odd hours, sometimes even at his residence. So when the bell rang, he assumed it was his next appointment, slightly ahead of time. But when he opened the door it was most definitely not the Zabrak speech writer he had been expecting.

"Yes," he said as he faced the man on the other side of the door, "may I help you?"

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[Davik Lorso]

Davik had expected someone younger. "I'm looking for Senator Caliban Drast," he read it up from the small datapad in his right hand. There was an encrypted message attached to the delivery he wasn't supposed to play for anyone other that the senator himself. "Is he, eh-" Davik tried to peer over Caliban's shoulder and into the apartment, but it was strangely dark, as if someone had been sitting in a single spot all day and hadn't bothered to put the lights on. "-kark, you're Senator Caliban Drast aren't you?" His ears turned red as he internally cursed himself. Ofcourse he was messing up the first high-paid job he'd had in weeks.

Focusing on the letter of the job, Davik extended his left hand, holding the very expensive bottle of Iridonian whiskey, as if to thrust it into the senator's possession right then and there on the doorstep. "Comes attached with a holo-message," he paused as he remembered that one detail that had always felt odd to him, "four eyes only, meaning you, and-" he raised his now free left hand to the back of his head to scratch an itch he didn't know he had, "-me."[/color

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[Caliban Drast]

Caliban wasn't surprised by the reaction he got, he wasn't really what someone expected when they came to meet him for the first time. His predecessor, and most before him, had been much more on the geriatric side of existence, so almost everyone had come to associate the position with someone with much more white in his hair than him. Though given how things had been going he wondered if he would be there soon.

"Yes," he with a smile, "I am him." He was about to ask who the visitor was when he handed him bottle. Caliban was no connoisseur in the world of beverages, but even he could tell that what he held in his hands was something special.

By then his curiosity was piqued, so after another curious glance at the bottle, he returned his attention to the man standing outside his doorway. "Please," he stepped aside as he gestured, " come in, let's see what this message you carry." He had no idea what was on the message, but even he was politically savvy enough to know that any message that came with so expensive a gift was best not shared out in an open corridor. Even if it was this corridor, with its regular sweeps for bugs and recording devices. It was about as secure as a corridor could be, but his apartment was even more so.

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[Davik Lorso]

Davik nodded and entered the senator's apartment, doing his best not to let its appearance affect him. As an Ossein he never really felt like he could survive living on a planet, but.. well, looking at the luxuries of an apartment on what was a mid-level district on Coruscant.. no, Davik bit the inside of his cheek and once the senator had closed to door sat down at what he guessed was the dining table. "One second," he smiled insecurely, for this was the first time he had ever smuggled in a message. Soon enough, by the time the senator sat down at the table as well the datapad's holo-projected sprung to live to project a rodian's face.

"My dear senator Drast," it seemed as if the rodian, who had a passing resemblance to the actor playing Preef Callo in the western holomovies, had a small note with him off-holo from which he had read the name. "Recently my organization gave a significant amount of credits in support of a contender for the position of Senator of Coruscant. We have certain business interests, you see, and we were promised a senator who was aligned to these interests." the holo froze up and a red light started blinking, which spurred Davik into action as he procured to sets of earpieces from his pockets. "It's to make sure you're not recording," he smiled encouragingly, mainly because he was curious to hear what the rodian had to say. Davik was from the Outer Rim and he, perhaps where the senator would not, had immediately recognized the real Preef Callo.

Once both individuals had put in the earpieces and thus prevented any recordings of what Preef was about to say, Davik pressed a button on the datapad and it continued. "While a different person has become senator of Coruscant we see no reason why your interests should not be aligned with ours." at this point Davik retrieved a datacard from his pocket and slid it over to Caliban. It contained a credit transfer of the sizable amount of then thousand credits and the young senator could plug it into whatever hidden portable account he owned. "Consider this a token of my appreciation. A gift. From me, Preef Callo, and mine, the Crymorah, to you, Senator Caliban Drast."



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