Four Play

[Kyp Durant]

Kyp had done a great many things on a dare, some embarrassing, some fatal, but one and all stupid in one way or another. This was no different. Not that he felt or looked out of place here, wearing a more civilian looking variation of his standard flight-suit, he almost looked like a cartel grunt, thank the Galaxy's xenophobic tendencies for making anyone like him look like nothing more than a good for nothing scumbag. Well, he wasn't going to change that now, and honestly he had no interest in doing that. Boonta was enough of a hell hole that he was happy with letting it rot away under its own weight, whatever little indignation he had wasn't worth wasting here.

Flicking a few switches on the console of the speeder truck, he smoothened out the ride a little, the H-1 droids sitting in the back were beginning to clink and clank a little as Kyp piloted the speeder through the city and the noise was beginning to get on his nerves. With the looks the fellows at the spaceport had given him when he had tried to convince them that he was here as a merchant trying to sell some shit and make some quick cash, he was already pissed to begin with, and the stupid droids were not helping any. As if an Ardennian couldn't even try to make an honest living in the Galaxy.

But that was not going to get him anywhere, and so he instead focused on the positives, the opportunity to see another armpit of the Galaxy, the pleasure of having flown under his own command with no back-seat driving from any stinking diplomats, and the chance to try out the thunderslug pistols he had picked up. The pulse weapons were illegal in most parts of the Republic, and he had always wondered how they worked. Maybe he'd be able to sell them off to some dumb sod and make some more money on the side.

The schmuck he had with him seemed to have some experience in that department, and Kyp planned to use that to the fullest to get as much out of this visit as possible. He wanted to be rich some day, and though it would take an entire ocean to fill all his desires, every little drop helped. "You were a rich bloke, weren't you? Always made me wonder, how different were the women? More stuck up? Crazier?"

@Ecclessey

 

[Davik Lorso (TL8)]

”I’m still rich,” Davik replied, his week-long beard and hair grown long and dyed a dark brown he looked like a particular downtrodden citizen suffering under the Empire’s yolk. He looked nothing like the one people knew as Davik Lorso, which was the plan. He sat in the passenger seat next to the weird alien called Kyp and played around on his datapad checking both Systech and personal accounts. He was getting quite good at cooking the books and the fact that Systech’s sole facility was on Quesh helped to circumvent certain unwanted Republic laws and regulations.

”I don’t think it’d make any difference in the Core,” as both Republic and Imperial sentients had a disfavorable disposition towards aliens. ”-but on Shaddaa you’d be their God.” They were all hooked on spice there anyway.. wouldn’t know the difference between Spectre and Kip even if Davik was to point it out. The extra arms should be a dead giveaway.

They reached their first stop and Davik put the datapad down, checked his own thunderslug pistol and concealable armor under his brown leather jacket, and then exited the speeder with the cargo door handheld console. He sighed deeply when the doors opened as these things had always freaked him out in the past. ”But now that we’re on the subject, Kip-” he smiled as he scanned his surroundings and the first of the machines made their way to the ground. ”-the women of your species are they-” he paused as the droids rolled off the cargo ramp and the cargo doors of the speeder van closed up again. ”-you know-” he winked ”-good?”

@Wit

 

[Kyp Durant]

"God?" Kyp replied as he contemplated blaring his honks at the dumbass in front of their speeder who was driving like a crazy person, but ultimately decided not to. "I dunno how much I'd like that. Folks revere gods, I want other things from my gals, if you know what I mean." With that he burst in barking laughter as brought the speeder to a stop.

He had always thought he might fit in on Nar Shaddaa, he thought it was more or less Corellia's shitties bits spread out over an entire moon. But Davik's words made him curious to visit once he was in a more monetarily sound situation, to really try out these women he spoke off.

Kyp smirked as he got the speeder moving again, not supervised by Davik's question. Given Kyp's interest in women from other species, people often wondered if he was not that into Ardennian women. The answer couldn't be further from the truth. "Good? They'll blow your mind brother." He glanced at Davik with a wide toothy grin no his face before continuing. "They say I'm good with my arms, flying, fighting, useless stuff. Them lasses, they know how to use their arms. And the things they can do. It'll kill ya."

Bringing the speeder to a stop once more and waiting as the goods unloaded, Kyp pulled back the sleeve on one of his arms and showed Davik a mean looking scar. "They go into frenzy, it has killed lesser men." Glancing around before turning back to Davik, he waited for the last of the current lot to get off. "Ever experienced that? Nights so crazy you came back with souvenirs? Cos if money ain't buying me that I'm gonna shoot someone."

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[Davik Lorso (TL8)]

Davik was looking around carefully as the last of the droids rolled off smoothly on the tarmac behind their speeder van. It wasn't often that he had the time to earn a little bit on the side anymore and talking about Nar Shaddaa definitely made some of his feelers itch. Either that or it had been too long since his last hit of Glitterryl and truth be told that was very likely - how long had it been?

"Well-" he couldn't exactly boast many impressive adventures, mainly due to his spice habit, ofcourse- "You don't happen to have a younger sister or anything?"

The speeder van was significantly lighter now and with the droids delivered to their agreed upon spots, Davik glanced around one more time before nudging Kip back to the wheel of the speeder. "Let's go-" he padded the side of the nondescript vehicle as he made his way to the passenger door. "-I can't wait to be back to driving my FX-360 SRB Turbo around." It was a recent purchase which he enjoyed speeding around with because Coruscant had way more interesting haunts to visit and traffic laws to break than Hutta ever had. "Tell your sister I have one of those-" he laughed when he closed the door behind him, "-I here Ardennian girls love to ride speeder bikes. She sure has plenty of arms to hold me tight with!"

Last time Davik had done anything that had to do with the word 'Boonta' he'd been to his eyeballs up in Glitterdust and 'bout thousand credits thick in debt with Miwa the Hutt. Heh. Long ass time ago.

@Wit

 

[Davik Lorso (TL8)]

The drive with the speeder van back to the spaceport was uneventful as expected and Davik had spend his time just fooling around on his datapad, watching HoloNet serials and reading Holo-books, or attempt to slice into basic public domains. He figured it'd be a useful skill in his new career, since he didn't have criminal slicers in his employ in this job and the serials were simply entertaining. Hutt Space didn't have such entertainment and every one of his visits into Imperial space only ever showed heavily censored versions or blatant propaganda messages. Davik wasn't a fan.

At the spaceport they wiped the van clean of prints, took their belongings and boarded a commercial shuttle off world. The four-armed alien got some weird looks here and there, but as they both looked like ordinary low-paid workers everyone just assumed they were headed for the miserable place of work at some large personnel and cargo spaceport. Which in many ways was absolutely true. From Davik's point of view they were definitely underpaid and their place of work did feature a large personnel and cargo spaceport, meaning the Republic Admiralty, but the only wrong part would be that it wasn't miserable. Far from it. Davik found the Core to be the most beautiful place he'd even visited.

It wasn't until they'd spend two days being shuttled from spaceport to spaceport that they finally left Imperial space and Davik seemed to acknowledge Kip with a somewhat exciting grin. "I'll tell her it's done." he winked at the Ardennian "-don't think four armed men are her type, anyway."

Alright, so Davik had a little crush on the lieutenant in charge of the operation. The senate hadn't declared that illegal...yet. Hopefully it'd still be legal when in four days time Davik had cleaned up his Coruscant apartment a little and send her that emergency dinner request.

@Wit

 

[Kyp Durant]

Kyp had enjoyed the human's company, he hadn't been anything like what Kyp had expected given the man's background. As one of his instructors used to say, never judge a book by its cover. Maybe there had been some sense to the old fool's words after all. Then again, he had been an elitist prick who had told Kyp he would fail out of the academy within the week, so maybe he was a fool after all.

"Hah! She can't handle four arms, two much for her to handle." He fell into barking laughter at his own pun, finally settling comfortably into his seat as they slipped out of Imperial space and he could breathe easy. "You gotta outdrink her, only way to get her attention goncho."

With that he began chucking softly as he closed his eyes and began humming, as usual finding the silence of hyperspace the single most calming thing in the world.

/End Thread/

@Ecclessey