[HUTT] Precious Cargo

[jamessour]

-Nal Hutta-

"They really do have a distinct odor, don't they Hank?" Chris sneered to his HK-77 droid.

"This unit does not have the proper function of 'smell,' Mr. Stanor, so I am unable to confirm or deny your senses in this matter." Hank answered in his usual monotone, droid-like way that somehow still came across as sarcastic.

"Yeah, that's right... good thing to. Nal Hutta has always reeked in my opinion. I prefer Nar Shadda," Chris spoke under his breath as he sank back into his chair.

This was Stanor's first official mission with the Cartel. He wasn't nervous... maybe anxious, but not nervous. He had received a communication that he was to meet the rest of the team at this Palace on Nal Hutta. Their team would be doing a delivery job from Nal Hutta to Nar Shadda. Apparently it was going to get heated. Apparently they could be shot.

Yet, Chris was still more nervous about meeting the rest of the team rather than the mission itself. He usually worked with his droid, Hank, and hadn't worked with others in a long time... years even. Maybe it will be nice, he thought to himself.

Chris sat in the ready room, waiting for the crew to arrive and to strategize how to best get their cargo from this palace to the Calrissian Hall on Nar Shadda. His foot tapped anxiously as he waited... he wanted a smoke. The room was large and open, lockers covering one wall, view-screens on the other. In the center of the room sat a large round table, at which Chris was located so he could see both the door, and the view screens. Hank, his droid was positioned by the wall, directly behind Chris.

"Mr. Stanor, my sensors indicate lifeforms moving toward our location," Hank reported. He was a good droid... a constant and easy companion in Chris's life.

"Perhaps our friends will be arriving shortly, and we will be able to get this mission underway."

 

[Chairdor]

Re'gi was always late. It seemed speed did nothing for punctuality, especially when said speed was used for other endeavors. Currently the racer was using his swoop to work on his turning. In his last race he found his angling with off and after some extensive checking of the engine he determined it was piloting error. He didn't make errors. Not as a pilot at least and never for long. So here he was shifting intensely, soaring within inches of walls as he adjusted speed, acceleration, angle, scientists might say his experimentation presented too many variables, but Re'gi found it was often better to do too much in order to take in as much information as possible. In this instance he was learning a lot about his limits.

Wherever those might be.

Still he had more pressing work to do as it was. Hutts were always keen to rest and party but when it came to business they knew how to put a brand on someones back. Re'gi was an Enforcer now, a true member of the Cartel albeit the lowest recognized rank. It chafed him that he had done so much to simply get in and now he was officially the lowest of the low. Still he was young and strong and willing to climb even the most filth covered ladder. He had several people to look up to as it was, champios. First and foremost was Yuri Sharp, his mentor since he was ten years old and even now his closest friend. Then there was Jack Tambylnn, a man Re'gi could do nothing but admire. Both their tenacity and strength brought them to the heights of the Cartel and Re'gi like any good racer was hot in pursuit of their coattails.

This pursuit took work however and when he saw the assignment involving a dangerous delivery he figured the job was made for him. Banking another hard turn he arrived at the steps of a Hutt palace and swiftly killed the engine dismounting. He didn't bother to set his security measures as he had gained a bit of a reputation on the Hutt world. He was fourth amongst the Cartels bounty hunters, among many thousands. While he was nowhere near the cream of the Cartel in that respect the lowly criminals who might think to steal his swoop would know he would pursue them, find them, and make them wish that he killed them instead of what he would do once he had them.

Walking up the steps as he adjusted his jacket, the criminal cracked his neck as he produced a toothpick. Gnawing on it with each step he looked up at what the Hutts considered a palace. Gaudy thing really, as corpulent and retched as they were. Ironically Re'gi had little love for how Hutts looked and even less for how they carried themselves, but he liked their coin and the opportunity it continually gave him and that was more than enough. As he entered the building he looked around for his companions on this venture. As always he was meticulous. It was a strange way the Hutt Enforcer carried himself, he was always meticulous in preparing for a mission then when it came to it he shot straight ahead without a thought. In the end it matched his racing really, he worked for hours on his engine, but when the gun sounded he was all instinct.

Re'gi was directed to a room once he inquired about the delivery and soon found himself approaching the room. Once inside he noted it was more a hall than a room as it covered a great area with screens, lockers, and tables to plan. Re'gi wasn't keen on coming second, much less third, but he noted two he was to be on this mission with had already arrived. Spitting out his toothpick as it had grown soft he let his jacket slip off slowly as he approached the pair and then slung it over a chair as he took a seat. Looking at the two he sized them up and figured they weren't completely green in the art of criminality. Nodding in acceptance at both a man and his droid he recalled a third member and figured this droid was no IG-88,

"So we waitin on a guy?" he asked simply as he produced another toothpick

 

[jamessour]

Minutes grew long as Chris sat waiting. Being anxious only made his symptoms of drug cravings more severe. His foot tapped rapidly on the floor, his fingers danced quickly on the table. He wanted a fix, and knew that he should quit. He chuckled as he realized that his body was in charge of him more often than not. What Chris knew is that he could be in charge of his mind... which was his greatest asset.

The door slid open quickly and just as quick Chris snapped out of daze that he had been sitting in. In walked a man, fairly confidently, and he quickly nodded a greeting to Chris and Hank. "So we waitin on a guy?"

Chris sat back in the chair again and made eye contact, subtly trying to size up this new acquaintance.

Smirking slightly Chris answered, "That's what I heard."

Chris waited a beat, cleared his throat. "Name's Chris, and this hunk of metal is Hank, my HK-77," Chris thrusted his thumb at Hank to identify the droid to the newcomer.

"This unit is hardly a hunk of metal. A more appropriate title would be several hunks of metal, and even that could be taken in a negative way," Hank replied in his dry, mechanical, and sarcastic voice. With one look from Chris though, Hank powered down its vocal functions. Chris then looked at the newcomer, "You look familiar... are you a big shot or something?"

 

[Mach2]

The second the shuttle she had hitched a ride on touched down, Vagrant was hurrying off. She'd been a late addition to this job, but that didn't bother her. She had been an addition. Her first official task for the Hutt Cartel. It was a foot in the door. The young woman grinned widely as she walked, filled with a nervous thrill as she recalled what she had been informed about this particular mission. It sounded simple enough, in theory. Move a thingy from here to there, and don't get shot in the process.

She could handle that.

The shuttle she'd taken from Nar Shaddaa had touched down near the palace where she was supposed to be meeting the rest of the team. It wouldn't have been a long walk, but Vagrant found herself breaking into a quick jog nonetheless. She simply had too much energy to force herself to walk at a time like this. At this rate, she found herself at the front steps of the palace within a matter of minutes. It really looked more like a child's sand castle than a true palace, but she had enough common sense to keep that opinion to herself.

She unzipped her jacket, double-checking that her sets of brass knuckles resided in the pockets where they belonged. They did. She adjusted her backpack over her shoulders, and ran a hand through her messy hair to push it out of her face. Finally, she made her way up the stairs to the palace. As soon as she was inside, she was immediately directed to where she needed to be. From outside the room, she could hear voices conversing. Three of them, but one was most assuredly robotic.

Vagrant knocked on the doorframe as she walked in. She gave a leisurely wave, the very image of easy confidence, as she looked at the others in the room. Two men, with a droid standing behind one of them. Both were blonde, but the one with the droid looked about a decade older than the other. Fully realizing that she was interrupting whatever they had been talking about, and not seeming particularly worried by it, she gave a small grin. "Hey there, I'm Vagrant. Got tacked onto this a bit last-minute, buuut," she shrugged, walking over to where the two of them sat. She let her backpack slip off of her shoulders, setting it beside the leg of her chair. Friendly as ever, she extended her hand across the table in introduction for either of them to shake. "I made it. Nice to meetcha."

 

[Chairdor]

Re'gi nodded at the introductions of the pair. The man was older, though his hair still had the blond of youth. Re'gi was blond once, naturally that was, he dyed it now to cover up that some streaks of gray had cropped up. Stress a doctor had called it, he made sure to remind the doctor harshly about the importance of keeping their clients ailments a secret. He had no desire for anyone in the Cartel to learn that he might be having any sort of difficulty. Hutts were a do it or die kind of gang and if they whiffed a moment of weakness on you you were dead to them, first figuratively but a second later quite literally when a bounty came up on your head.

As it was Re'gi was an Enforcer now, a leader. Age was no matter, experience was and the racer had proven himself adept in the Cartel's workings quite a few times now. As it was when the man seemed to recognize him Re'gi didn't know where he might have seen him. True he was nearing the top of the bounty board, but he also had a public persona in his impressive racing capability. Recently that had slipped as he focused on the increasing amount of hunts he found himself on, but he kept into just enough races to stay on the radar at least as a side interest and a good hedge bet.

As it was the young man kept his answer brief,

"You mighta heard...Re'gi Alvanti."

It wasn't spoken boastfully, but rather more matter o factly in a tone of a man concerned with business and the acquisition of credits far more than relationships. He could only hope these two agreed with that sentiment.

At that moment a young woman entered. From one glance Re'gi could size her up, racing taught him that skill and bounty hunting perfected it. She held an air of confidence but there was a light bit of sweat on her body, she had run to this meeting. Whether that was from nervousness or excitement the Hutt agent couldn't determine, but either of those traits indicated that she might be a bit more green than he'd like. Still prospects were prospects for a reason and he certainly remembered his first hunt a few months back. He smiled for a moment realizing how far he had come as he looked back to the droid and Chris as the newly introduced Vagrant took her seat. He gave her a small wave and said simply,

"That all of us?"

 

[jamessour]

Stanor had been to many races around the system. Social events are great covers for other... less social events, as Chris and Hank often involved in such activity. Chris tried his hand at betting on races, but was never the best it. He didn't really care - at least, that's what he told himself when he lost, and losing was not his favorite thing. He'd rather fall on the simple pleasures that came easier then betting on speeder races: spice, food, women, the simple things.

He did recognize Re'gi though, and more than just a kriffing good driver, but as the senior member of this crew. Working with a crew wasn't a normal thing for Chris - an experienced person would be a helpful commodity. Chris slicked his hair back with his hand as Vagrant walked in.

This wasn't according to plan... The thought flashed through Chris's mind as he was reminded instantly off all the times he has been backstabbed by those like the Hutts. I'll need to keep my eye on her, not a bad think to look at either.

"Nice to meet you, Red," Chris said, taking her hand in a quick shake. He was obviously commenting on her dark red hair. "You look young, kid."

"That all of us?" Re'gi asked. Chris liked this man: right down to business.

"I thought there was one more coming, but with Red here," he said motioning to Vagrant, "We have our three, so we might as well start the briefing."

Chris leaned forward in his chair, sitting his elbows on the top and folding his hands in front of himself. "Seems like a pretty standard delivery job. Delivering this small package," Chris motioned to a small satchel in the middle of the table, "To Nar Shadda to some Jack guy. Were to expect resistance, yadda yadda, get it there and get payed." Chris sat back to observe how the others would take this situation.

 

[Mach2]

Introductions were brief. From one of the men, Re'gi, Vagrant got only a small wave. The other was slightly more friendly, immediately dubbing her with the nickname of 'Red'. Vagrant was sure she must have grinned slightly at this. The last time she'd received a nickname, she had still been going by Ariette, and people had shouted 'Vagrant' at her with utmost contempt. She hadn't hated that name. In fact, she'd taken pride in it enough to claim it as her own. But all the same, 'Red' was a step up, and she decided she didn't mind it.

The comment about her age, though...that she did mind. It was something she'd heard before. She was young, and the fact that she barely passed five feet in height didn't help. The girl regarded Chris with an expression of mild annoyance. Age didn't matter. As far as she was concerned, the cartel was a business where experience and street smarts counted above age. And Vagrant was sure that after everything she'd faced in her childhood, she had as much experience as people years older. "I ain't a kid, and I ain't so young," she answered, perhaps just slightly too defensive.

It was Re'gi who pushed the group back on track. As soon as he questioned if they were all present, Chris began their briefing. And brief it was. Vagrant glanced at the satchel in the centre of the table. She was deeply curious about the contents, and it took an enormous amount of self-control to resist the impulse to peek inside. Instead, she waited to see if Chris was going to say anything more. When he didn't, she nodded. "Sounds like a fun time," she said, followed by a slight grin.

 

[Chairdor]

Re'gi was a good listener. It paid in spades in the work he did, both in underworld jobs and in racing. In racing you listen for a tell in your engine, that fine whine that tells you you've gone too far, you ignore that and your done for, toast in a second with a side of brain matter eggs. Meanwhile in Hutt business the listening was a little more direct but also slightly more selective. Right now he listened to the newly introduced Chris breeze through the overview of his mission his eyes grew tight. As they say, the devil was in the details, and the way that this prospect cut to the chase was more than a little dangerous to the enforcer.

He held his tongue for the moment to let him and Vagrant speak their piece as he thought of the proper way to say what he intended to express. In the end he didn't have time to optimize his speech, the green light of his window to speak was fading fast and to miss it would be the sign of not only a poor racer, but a pitiful leader. Clearing his throat Re'gi sought to clarify some things about the job,

"The mans name is Jack Tamblyn and hes a Champios in the Cartel, you'd do best not to gloss over his name in the future especially when friends of his may be within earshot."

While Re'gi wasn't friends with Mr. Tamblyn persay, he had given Re'gi an amazing opportunity to perform the security check on his new casino, a job that was still looming in his near future. Perhaps this delivery job would be a good chance for the Driver to hone his skills, he was to be the getaway driver for his gang of simulated thieves and he'd have to cross a much greater distance than the one he'd have to move across today. Moving on to some other points Chris moved over Re'gi spoke again,

"Well be moving the package to Calrissian Hall on Nar Shadaa the premier gambling center in the entire sector, the second we walk in that door we will enter a fortress so none of the mercs who want the package will be able to touch us. Ultimately we don't know the extent of this resistance but we number four so I'm making the call now that speed is our best bet to make this delivery. Get together in a convoy, swoopbikes, one holds the package and guns it while the others distract whatever forces we come across,"

It was a lot to say at once, Re'gi had never been much of a speaker as he hadn't been asked to be one, but right now he had to become a leader and that demanded a certain amount of communication. While he was still quiet in social manners, this was serious and he wouldn't let any lack of desire to speak cause this team any undue harm from lack of planning and clarification. Having said his piece Re'gi leaned back into his chair to allow the others to digest as he planned out a hundred possible routes in his head. He knew the backstreets of that world like the back of his hand though he was less familiar with Nal Hutta. Tapping his fingers together, both hands encased in burgundy gloves he said,

"First things first is we have to get off this rock and over to Nar Shadaa,"

 

[jamessour]

Chris folded his arms across his chest as a proud smirk crawled on his face. With two simple comments, Chris was able to analyze his companions. It was a game for Chris, figuring out different persons. Vagrant was an interesting person, but not careful. She gave away such insecurity. She called herself a Vagrant, trying to use an insult as defense, which worked most of the time. But, more often then not, was simply armor to cover up vulnerable bits on the insides of a person. That being said, she was personable, had a sense of humor, and could obviously handle herself. She was okay with improvisation, and Chris was okay with her. She could be a fun companion.

Re'gi seemed to be a man of few words, and those words seemed well thought out, but forced. He was tactful, and with more then just words. His plan was well thought out, and seemed to work. Re'gi also seemed to respect authority, and wanted a smooth run. Chris felt that he could trust Re'gi at least for this mission and as far as the Cartel was concerned. His plan seemed great, and Chris felt that he could fit.

Allowing the smug look to stay on his face, as if it was a sign to the others that he was testing them, and he liked where he was in relation to the rest of the group.

"Plan seems great, Re'gi. And, I meant no disrespect to our beloved Mr. Tamblyn. I am just more concerned at this juncture with getting paid. I have some... accounts to settle." Chris chuckled. "We just need a way to get to Nar Shadda and to get some bikes. Fire-power we have," Chris tapped his carbine that was nestled on his hip.

"What do you make of the plan, Red?" Chris moved his eyes over to Vagrant, with a warm smile.

 

[Mach2]

Vagrant let a smile creep onto her face as she listened to Re'gi speak his thoughts on their mission. Whereas Chris had been brief, Re'gi was quite thorough. She listened to the details with genuine interest. He had clearly considered his words before speaking, and his thoughts came across organized and clear. "Some Jack guy" became "Jack Tamblyn", a name she recognized even though she'd never come close to having the chance to deal with the man. The vague delivery job now had a specific destination; Calrissian Hall. Vagrant knew the building. She'd never been inside, but she could clearly recall the exterior.

"What do you make of the plan, Red?"

Vagrant nodded her approval. It was a good plan. She liked things simple, and this fit that description. It was easier to change a simple plan if things went sour than a convoluted and detailed one. "Sounds solid to me."

She paused for a brief second, considering her own part in all of this. Re'gi had mentioned electing one person to carry the package while the other two covered them. She knew she would be capable of either task. Vagrant knew how to handle guns, and her aim was decent. If she got the task of being the distraction, of drawing attention away from the one with the package, she would be able to do that.

But she also knew that she was small and quick, her slight Force sensitivity granting her exceptional speed. When it had been her and her brother on the streets of Nar Shaddaa, the Forge children had frequently picked pockets in the same way Re'gi suggested they complete this mission. One distracted while the other moved. Vagrant had usually done the latter, as she had been able to go unnoticed much more easily than her six and a half foot tall brother. "If one person's gonna be holding the package," she said, looking to Re'gi as it had been his plan. She gave a slight shrug. "I'm fast. Really fast. And I'm smaller than either of you. So if the two who are doing the distracting don't distract well enough, I ain't gonna get hit quite so easy as one of you guys."

She held up her hands, palms-out, in an inoffensive gesture, trying to show that she wasn't trying to take control of the mission. This was her first real job; these two had experience. "But if you want me as a shooter, I can shoot, too. Wherever you need me."

 

[Noirceur]

Ashkrik cursed in Huttese as he pushed his way through the shuttle's opening doors. An Imperial patrol had forced the backwater craft to take an alternate route which cost time. Loads of it. If he hurried he could probably catch up with the crew before they set off for Nar Shaddaa. This was supposed to be a technically easy assingnment; Get a small package and deliver it safely to Jack Tamblyn in Nar Shaddaa. However, if one thing had he learned was that nothing is ever easy with the Cartel, so they could expect a fair share of trouble. Nothing too bad, hopefully.

Making his way out of the crammed spaceport he saw the Palace off in the distance. Far away. No, really fricking far away. At a best guess, it was probably some 9 kilometers from there. A long walk, no doubt. But who needs to walk when you have goddamned speeders? In a breeze he was standing at the entrance to the palace, one Ashkrik had never seen before on his various visits to Nal Hutta. It probably belonged to some minor Lorda or some local criminal kingpin. The planet disgusted Ashkrik. It had nothing on the warm, arid lands of Trandosha. This place was a reeking ball of slime, just like it's inhabitants. Finally making his way through the large gates he was greeted by a bunch of Gamorrean guards who made him go through so many security checks he almost felt violated. When he was granted access he was worried that his teammates had already departed towards Nar Shaddaa, but he was relived to spot them still disscussing the plan at a table. He had been told about Enforcer Re'gi Alvanti and newcomer Prospect Chris Stanor, but he knew nothing about the red haired human girl. A last minute adition, perhaps. Making his way towards the trio, he laid down his pack on a nearby chair and adressed them.

-"Damn Imperials. Not even kriffing taxi cabs are safe from them. Sorry I'm late, hopefully I didn't miss anything, now did I?"- He spoke in a rushed tone.

Sitting down, he put his feet on top of the table in front of him and streched out his arms in a relaxed manner. Lighting a cigarra, he took the narcotic to his lips. Exhaling the smoke, he spoke in a sarcastic tone.

-"Oh, but were are my manners? I'm Ashkrik Phorskk. Nice to finally meet you, Mr. Alvanti. I have looked forward to working with you for a long time. And, I take it you're Chris Stanor? Quite the pleasure! And this girl? She's with us? Oh, lovely! Perfect, we're like a little family here! Isn't it sweet?"-

Standing up, he took one more smoke and threw the exhausted drug to the floor and crushed it with his foot. He realized he must have upset at least someone with his comment, and in an attempt to change the uncomfortable subject, he decided to, of course, comment on the actual reason they were all here. The mission.

-"So, all kidding aside, let's talk about the mission. Delivering that parcel to Jack Tamblyn on Calrissian Hall in The Smugglers Moon? That's all? I mean, if it's a simple messengery job they wouldn't need four proffesionals, and an Enforcer least of them. Seems to me there's more to this than meets the eye. Do we even know what's on the pacakge?"-

 

[Chairdor]

Words went around the table. This group was alright Re'gi decided, he could work with them assuredly. He had been walking away from quite a few jobs and offers recently, he had an extremely important mission in the next month and if he ended up harming himself or failing something simpler before hand his confidence would be shot as would be his reputation. Also if he continued to fail he would just be shot himself. Still this simple delivery would probably end up not so simple, however Re'gi liked these guys they had guts and determination but their heads weren't hard like so many goons and mooks he'd been coming across.

The racer nodded at Chris's acceptance of his plan and smiled at the sign of respect to himself and Jack Tamblyn. It didn't matter that the man here was only in it for the money, they all were he figured. That's what the Cartel was built on, two towers that supported each other. You respected the boss because he had the money you get paid for the respect and then you have the money so others respect you and so on and so for ad infinitum.

He turned to the aptly nicknamed 'Red' and at first had misgivings about her idea to be the one to hold the package. He was the fastest on a swoop among them, Re'gi wasn't leaving that up to debate. He'd been taught by his father many years ago that you have to think your the best to be the best and he was if anything the very best racer this side of the rim. Still he was well known, his fame only grew when he joined the Cartel so assuredly if they were going to be confronted by mercs gunning for this package they would believe that the famous racer Re'gi Alvanti would be the guy to be holding it. A smile crossed his face. This could work in their favor.

He was about to speak once more when green lizard person made a rather swift entrance. It was at that moment, looking at four people and an HK unit that Re'gi figured this package was truly and quite possibly one of the more important packages to be delivered in Cartel history. His mind filled with possibilities as to its contents but Re'gi figured in the end that it was a Nimbus 2000. He wasn't sure what a Nimbus 2000 was but it sounded cool, not as cool as a Nimbus 2001 but pretty cool nonetheless.

Re'gi was surprised by this Ashkrik's desire to work with him, the racer was an effective agent for the Cartel undoubtedly, but his previous couplings with other people were mainly functional affairs he wasn't the amicable type you swiftly became friends with. Still he was glad the gang was all here though one of said gang was a little behind on the details. In this moment Re'gi was growing weary of the proceedings and wished to move on. Looking to Ashkrik he said curtly,

"Glad you've joined us. The package is confidential and important enough to warrant several possible raids by mercenary groups. From whom we don't know, but I don't particularly care,"

Probably a Hutt rival Re'gi thought. Internalized Hutt politics always disgusted Re'gi, especially now when the Imperials were breathing down their necks. He shooed that thought away however as he needed to get this mission moving. Turning to Vagrant he nodded,

"Your part in the plan sounds good Vagrant, you'll be holding the package and your job will be to move, don't stop to shoot, don't stoop to protect one of us, don't stop period."

Waiting a moment for that order to sink in he added one last thing before he rose to move to his speeder bike so that he could find transport to Nar Shaddaa,

"One last thing, we won't be walking. That would be suicide. Be sure to bring a swoop."

Flicking his toothpick into the corner Re'gi walked out.

 

[jamessour]

Relieved for several reasons, Chris leaned back and creaked his fingers. Firstly, the mission was finally happening; the team assembled. Also, Chris could finally use spice that was getting heavier in his pocket as time went on. Lastly, he could shoot some things and take out some aggression.

"If anyone has a boat to get over to Nar Shadda, I'd appreciate it. If not, I'll be headed on the next public transport." Chris stood up. Stepping away from table he pushed his chair in.

"Don't forget the package, Red." Chris chuckled, " It would defeat the purpose."

Chris looked at his HK droid. "Ready for action, Hank?" The droid tilted its head. Its vocalizer was still disabled, and would remain that way until Chris gave the command. The perks of the programming installed in the generally rebellious HK line was a very competent and yet obedient droid. This predicament of the droid being annoyed only serve to amuse Chris.

Stanor waited by the door to see if someone would give him and his droid a ride.

 

[Mach2]

Vagrant had barely finished speaking her thoughts on the plan when the door opened once more. In walked another addition to their party, putting the group's total at four plus a droid. She raised her eyebrows as Ashkrik introduced himself, allowing a slight smile to dance across her features. The man was clearly comfortable in his own skin; having no reservations about putting his feet up on the table and lighting a cigarra as he spoke. Her gaze passed between him and the package as he spoke. Whatever was in there was a big deal. Big enough to warrant defences by three prospects, an enforcer, and a droid. It was as though Ashkrik voiced the question burning within Vagrant's own mind. "Do we even know what's in the package?"

But there would be time to dwell on that question later. She could ask someone at another time. Perhaps after they had managed to successfully deliver it. Confidential or no, it would certainly appease her curiosity to know what it contained.

She turned her attention to Re'gi, who was speaking once more. Though Chris seemed to have been the delegated leader of the group, it was obvious who had more experience. Re'gi took charge, and clearly knew who was best suited for what jobs. As such, it came as something of a surprise to her when he agreed that she would be the one to carry the package. She knew that her reasoning was sound. She was small and quick; less of a target to shoot at. But she hadn't actually expected the group to trust her so quickly with such a vital task.

Nevertheless, Vagrant was far from disappointed.

She listened intently to Re'gi's directions. Don't stop. She could do that. Without a shadow of a doubt, she could do that task. Vagrant offered Re'gi a confident nod of confirmation as he finished his directions. With a final note to arrive with a swoop bike, he left.

Chris was quick to follow. "Don't forget the package, Red."

She reached forward, grabbing the messenger bag from the centre of the table. The package's shape and weight betrayed nothing of its contents. Unzipping her own non-descript black backpack, Vagrant slipped the messenger bag in with her own meagre collection of personal belongings. It was small enough, and her backpack large enough, to fit easily. On the off-chance that someone had a description of the package, they wouldn't be looking for a black backpack.

Walking over to where Chris had paused beside the door, Vagrant looked up at the man, hands on the shoulder straps of her backpack. Travelling in a group of more than two might be pushing their luck. But having more than one person with the package for the ride to Nar Shaddaa wouldn't hurt. Just in case. "Don't got a ride I can offer ya," she said, her gaze going between Chris and his silenced droid, "But I'll join you for the public transport if that ain't a problem."