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[Chysim Reech]

"Nah, I'm feelin' generous today." Chysim said to decline Elkras's offer to repay the Trandoshan. Poor guy seemed to be not-well off anyway, so there was no need for the Bounty Hunter to add any more stress to the tense human. He was interested in the fact that the Smuggler had come to meet the Hutt for opportunity- not because that was a ridiculous idea. If you wanted work, the Hutts definitely had work for you to do. It was simply the matter of how uncomfortable and skeptical the human looked while they were doing business. Upon asking Chysim for why he was present, however, meant that it was his own turn to explain himself.

"Well, I'm known in the guild as one hell of a sharpshooter. Big game is what I usually hunt." Chysim said simply, taking a sip of his not so ice-cold water. "Norbs freed my dad out of the mines of Kessel. Of course, the ISC took him to a hospital 'cause of how bad his lungs got, so now I've got to pay those bills off so he can relax without being poked and prodded at by them white coats. Got to spend time with him after twenty years, boy. I haven't been this happy in a long while." Chysim caught the arm of their waiter and told him to put some ice in their waters along with an insult or two.

Then, his focus was back on Elkras, "I made a plan to bust him out myself, but uh, Norbs did all the heavy liftin' for me. I owe him one for that. Whether he likes it or not, heheh. Tell you what, we finish our drinks and then we sell some shit. Got a blaster that's too small for my hands." Chysim passed his DE-10 over to the human, the signet of Clan Kryze glistening from the dim overhead light. "Ripped off a Mando's arms for that. Not that he'd be able to use it, heheh. How much you think it'll be worth?"

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[Elkras Arrieta]

Despite Chysim's friendly words, Elkras doubted that he was actually off the hook. Growing up on the streets of Nal Shadda had taught him that nothing came without a price, and besides; Elkras knew he couldn't beat the Trandoshan in a fight if Chysim did decide to start asking for things.

At least Chysim seemed jovial enough, and hearing Nor'baal's hold over the Trandoshan more or less assured Elkras of Chysim's loyalty to their employer; medical debt was nothing to sneeze at. It also appeared that Chysim was a reptile of many talents, claiming to be both a talented sharpshooter (Elkras would be the judge of that) and a fearsome brawler, if the story of ripping off a Mando's arms was true.

Elkras inspected the proffered DE-10 blaster, noting that it was in excellent shape. That was good news; Mandolorians took care of their equipment, and apparently Chysim did the same; an important quality for anyone staying aboard the Comet for any period of time. "It's a good piece. How much you get depends on who you sell it to" he offered by way of response. Some Mos Eisley vendors would give you a fair price, others would lowball you, and some would give you a blaster bolt in the back as you walked away. "You got a fence?"

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