Pygmy Sloth
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Frath looked over the controls of The Hammer; everything was still in good working condition. It had been nearly five years since he’d stolen the vessel, which had been known then as The Tug. A few hundred creds and a crooked planetary official later and the vessel was undeniably, legally speaking anyway, his. He’d had to finish replacing a few parts on the NCAP but nothing major. Frath was a good pilot, not a great one, but good enough to get out of his fair share of scrapes. Perhaps it was more the vessels defensive capabilities than Frath’s ability, but so far he’d not had any issues evading capture. Frath’s landing hadn’t been as smooth as usual and he wanted to make sure nothing had been damaged on the way down. After a few moments, satisfied that the vessel was not impaired, he shut down the engines and the main computer.
Frath had recently brought in a Wookie as a bounty to the Cartel. It wasn’t that impressive, the Wookie was especially dumb and the bounty was for the Wookie’s head which made it even easier. On the way out of the Bounty Acquisition Office and Archives on Nal Hutta he decided to just take a quick look at the current postings and see if there was any light or fun work available. There was one that jumped out to him almost immediately. It was a Dug on Tatooine named Deenaba. There wasn’t much information other than that. Deenaba had been fixing races and splitting the profits among some of his coconspirators. The Omega Final was coming up on Tatooine and the intel provided showed that this would be a pot too big for Deenaba to pass up.
The Dug was small and possibly lightly armed, most gamblers were. But Frath had a few ideas already running through his head on how to take down the rouge Dug, so he took the bounty and headed for Tatooine. He’d arrived three weeks prior to the race and was getting ready for the takedown. His plan was fairly simple, he would set up as a small time investor of one of the racers. Hopefully three weeks was enough time for his alias, Jack Booth, to get thrown around and allow him access to Deenaba. He’d make a side bet with Deenaba and, supposing the Dug actually did good work, lose the bet. From there Jack would flee the track, making sure to leave a trail back to his ship. The Dug didn’t have any history of employing guards so hopefully he would track down Jack, a wimpy looking investor, alone. Once Deenabe was on or near the vessel, Frath would make the take down.
The first two weeks went fairly well. Frath was able to get in on a low level of investing with a racer whose pod had been wrecked in the last race. Frath had found out that the Dug had won quite a bit of money on the race and if the Dug was consistent Frath’s racer was sure to be a loser here as well. Frath considered the Dug had been so easy to track down by the Cartel due to his repetitive tendencies. Frath had provided some parts for the racers vehicle in exchange for a co-sponsorship for this race. It was enough to spend the last week up to the race establishing his persona. He wore loose clothing to mask his size and even got into a pretty public scuffle with a sponsor of another race. The other sponsor was quite round and weak, and under normal circumstances Frath could have easily taken the man. But Frath needed to let everyone know that he wasn’t a threat. After getting beat up, Frath made sure to make some public appearances and get the story out into the public as quickly as possible. He made sure to sound humiliated and push off further information when pressed for it by questioners.
With his name firmly established amongst those watching the Pod racing news, Deenaba was sure to be one of them, Frath disappeared for two days to tail Deenaba. During the stalking Frath learned that Deenaba typically carried an old blaster pistol with at all times. Furthermore, as Frath suspected, Deenaba didn’t have any discernable body guards. He did however have several cohorts who helped him sabotage other racers’ pods. The Dug was sneaky, is small size and stature helped him hide in places that Frath couldn’t follow. Frath was pleased to personally get to see Deenaba sabotage his own racers’ pod. He loosened the stabilizer on the left engine. It meant the Pod would last for a while before wrecking, which would give Deenaba time to finish watching the race and collect some of his money before coming after Frath.
Now, Frath was going over the plan in his mind one more time after shutting down The Hammer. He’d load stun bolts into his R5 and place it by the boarding ramp. He’d show up the race, seek out Deenaba and ‘drunkenly’ bet his starship that Frath’s pod would win. When it became clear that Frath’s pod was going to lose, he’d make a run for it. He had a swoop waiting outside the arena to make sure he could make it back to the landing pad. Once he made it he’d grab his R5, wait for Deenaba, and take him and anyone else who showed up down. The landing pad was on the outskirts of the town and far enough away from any prying eyes.
Frath left the bridge and double checked the ammo loaded into the R5 before stowing it near the boarding ramp. He locked up the vessel and swung his leg over the rented swoop. His clothing was very jedi-esque, tan loose fitting tunic with a dark brown robe. While the clothing was plain he’d spent a bit more than he normally would have to help cement the idea of him being somewhat wealthy. The trip took several minutes and by the time he arrived at the arena he was entirely covered in sand.
Well these clothes were a waste of money. Frath thought as he dusted himself off and shook the sand out of his hair. He looked at his chrono and made sure he still had plenty of time to encounter Deenaba and place his bet with the Dug. It didn’t take long for Frath to find the Dug, he was talking down all the other racers and doing his best to get a rise out of anyone who would listen. Good. Frath thought.
“Now you listen here!” Frath said as he slightly stumbled his way toward the Dug. He make an effort to seem intoxicated but not flat out, blathering drunk. “I’ve got ten thousand creds says my man beats yours.” Frath’s eyes narrowed a bit and stuck his chin out daring the Dug to defy him. Deenaba scoffed at Frath and barely gave him a second glance.
“You don’t have ten thousand creds.” The Dug said laughing.
“No.” Frath said slowly and thoughtfully. “But I do have a spaceship at the Boonta Outskirt Pad.”
Frath had recently brought in a Wookie as a bounty to the Cartel. It wasn’t that impressive, the Wookie was especially dumb and the bounty was for the Wookie’s head which made it even easier. On the way out of the Bounty Acquisition Office and Archives on Nal Hutta he decided to just take a quick look at the current postings and see if there was any light or fun work available. There was one that jumped out to him almost immediately. It was a Dug on Tatooine named Deenaba. There wasn’t much information other than that. Deenaba had been fixing races and splitting the profits among some of his coconspirators. The Omega Final was coming up on Tatooine and the intel provided showed that this would be a pot too big for Deenaba to pass up.
The Dug was small and possibly lightly armed, most gamblers were. But Frath had a few ideas already running through his head on how to take down the rouge Dug, so he took the bounty and headed for Tatooine. He’d arrived three weeks prior to the race and was getting ready for the takedown. His plan was fairly simple, he would set up as a small time investor of one of the racers. Hopefully three weeks was enough time for his alias, Jack Booth, to get thrown around and allow him access to Deenaba. He’d make a side bet with Deenaba and, supposing the Dug actually did good work, lose the bet. From there Jack would flee the track, making sure to leave a trail back to his ship. The Dug didn’t have any history of employing guards so hopefully he would track down Jack, a wimpy looking investor, alone. Once Deenabe was on or near the vessel, Frath would make the take down.
The first two weeks went fairly well. Frath was able to get in on a low level of investing with a racer whose pod had been wrecked in the last race. Frath had found out that the Dug had won quite a bit of money on the race and if the Dug was consistent Frath’s racer was sure to be a loser here as well. Frath considered the Dug had been so easy to track down by the Cartel due to his repetitive tendencies. Frath had provided some parts for the racers vehicle in exchange for a co-sponsorship for this race. It was enough to spend the last week up to the race establishing his persona. He wore loose clothing to mask his size and even got into a pretty public scuffle with a sponsor of another race. The other sponsor was quite round and weak, and under normal circumstances Frath could have easily taken the man. But Frath needed to let everyone know that he wasn’t a threat. After getting beat up, Frath made sure to make some public appearances and get the story out into the public as quickly as possible. He made sure to sound humiliated and push off further information when pressed for it by questioners.
With his name firmly established amongst those watching the Pod racing news, Deenaba was sure to be one of them, Frath disappeared for two days to tail Deenaba. During the stalking Frath learned that Deenaba typically carried an old blaster pistol with at all times. Furthermore, as Frath suspected, Deenaba didn’t have any discernable body guards. He did however have several cohorts who helped him sabotage other racers’ pods. The Dug was sneaky, is small size and stature helped him hide in places that Frath couldn’t follow. Frath was pleased to personally get to see Deenaba sabotage his own racers’ pod. He loosened the stabilizer on the left engine. It meant the Pod would last for a while before wrecking, which would give Deenaba time to finish watching the race and collect some of his money before coming after Frath.
Now, Frath was going over the plan in his mind one more time after shutting down The Hammer. He’d load stun bolts into his R5 and place it by the boarding ramp. He’d show up the race, seek out Deenaba and ‘drunkenly’ bet his starship that Frath’s pod would win. When it became clear that Frath’s pod was going to lose, he’d make a run for it. He had a swoop waiting outside the arena to make sure he could make it back to the landing pad. Once he made it he’d grab his R5, wait for Deenaba, and take him and anyone else who showed up down. The landing pad was on the outskirts of the town and far enough away from any prying eyes.
Frath left the bridge and double checked the ammo loaded into the R5 before stowing it near the boarding ramp. He locked up the vessel and swung his leg over the rented swoop. His clothing was very jedi-esque, tan loose fitting tunic with a dark brown robe. While the clothing was plain he’d spent a bit more than he normally would have to help cement the idea of him being somewhat wealthy. The trip took several minutes and by the time he arrived at the arena he was entirely covered in sand.
Well these clothes were a waste of money. Frath thought as he dusted himself off and shook the sand out of his hair. He looked at his chrono and made sure he still had plenty of time to encounter Deenaba and place his bet with the Dug. It didn’t take long for Frath to find the Dug, he was talking down all the other racers and doing his best to get a rise out of anyone who would listen. Good. Frath thought.
“Now you listen here!” Frath said as he slightly stumbled his way toward the Dug. He make an effort to seem intoxicated but not flat out, blathering drunk. “I’ve got ten thousand creds says my man beats yours.” Frath’s eyes narrowed a bit and stuck his chin out daring the Dug to defy him. Deenaba scoffed at Frath and barely gave him a second glance.
“You don’t have ten thousand creds.” The Dug said laughing.
“No.” Frath said slowly and thoughtfully. “But I do have a spaceship at the Boonta Outskirt Pad.”
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