The loading ramp to the beat-up old freighter closed with a clank.
‘Desert planet, desert planet, cramped, dusty mining planet, city planet’.
A few years ago it would have been a very distant thought indeed to be missing the freezing clean air and arctic bites of Csilla. This planet Hapes, in the Hapes Cluster, seemed like it could be a fresh change of scenery, if nothing else.
Blowing air out his nose to clean the residue of whatever it was that permeated the atmosphere here, Kastimiz shrugged the dust of his coat and stepped through the corridor into the crew lounge in the main cargo hold of the Krayt Fang.
The rest of the gang had just assembled there.
Garnak, the Bounty Hunter, still looked a bit beat up. That very odd medic-droid they carried around had done a decent job at least.
‘The day will never come when that crazed malfunction puts any sharp tools on my skin’
Kastimiz stepped around to the open end of the table, and produced his datapad from the coat.
Putting it on the table and swiping a few commands, the holo-image of Hapes appeared above the table. It’s silvery moon shone on the surface, and the luminescent nebulae around it caressed it like a gem-studded halo.
“Alright, as I said, I got a job on the hook that’d take us away from this planet”
The Duros looked up from fidgeting with his Hyper-spanner. Another essential modification, presumably.
" You mean away from the endless roads, constant sounds and complete lack of privacy? When are we leaving?"
Loa’kastimi’zillian looked at the other two, noting that even in the relative safety of the Krayt Fang, the droid had taken up the position at the edge of the couch, overlooking the boarding ramp and the roundabout corridor from the other side.
Noting, and wondering, if it would consider it a problem that Garnak was in his line of fire…
" What’s the job?" The Bounty Hunter asked. " Not that I’d complain about leaving this place. Security droids everywhere, eyeballing me as if they’re scanning my gear. Makes my trigger finger itchy"
There was still the issue of explaining how the Imperial Sec-droids had dissapeared. No one has asked about that yet though, so maybe it’ll slip.
" Assuming I got all the intel I needed, it should be a relatively easy job, and would work a long way towards me extracting myself from the Hutts. I’m getting sick of their sand-ridden planets"
He smiled to himself as Druk reacted to that with an irritated glance. How a mechanic could prefer a dusty sand-ball for a home was intriguing. But then again, his race was the origin of the Hyperspace technology, so maybe there was something there.
‘Gotta remember to ask him about that’
" We’re to travel to Hapes, the celestial you see here, meet up with a contact and escort him back to Sleheyron.
Under the Imperial eyes, I should add. We’d better take care not to rub the circuits of any more police driods"
As always, it was hard to read the face of the assassin-droid, but at least it nodded.
Kastimiz picked up the datapad and returned it inside the coat.
" I didn’t get any figures on our reward for this, but it has been decent thus far. I’ll get the ship primed.
Get ready to leave, we’ll punch it as soon as BoSS clears us for take-of"
Kastmiz walked up to the cock-pit and sat down. He still wasn’t very comfortable on piloting a ship this size.
’ Still feels like flying a rancor compared to my old assault scout…’
Tapping in the coords for the hyperspace lane towards the Hapes Cluster, waiting for the all-clear from the Bureau of Ships and Services.
’ At least I get to see a Yarkoran, that’ll be interesting’