Chương 210: Calling Back
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"So this. This right here. Is Great." Lala smiled, rubbing her hands on our new 'table' as the Durosian pirate/smuggler sat bound on the floor by his hands and feet, Nerri ominously sharpening her spear before the duros' bulging eyes. "But quick question." She looked at me, "…Dooo any of us know where we can sell it?"
"If I was a crew of less then I'll repute." Master Lidia chimed in from the second floor of the ship as she studied the 'visitor logs' of the Jedi Compound as the ship hummed through space. "I would ask your guest where he was taking it."
"…That's not a bad idea." Oriana noted as we all looked at the tight fish-lipped duros.
"…Then let's ask our guest where he was going." I said coolly as I approached him. "Where were you going?" I asked, grabbing him and easily lifting him bodily from the floor, his legs kicking in the air.
"Kal! Kal…" Oriana pushed my arm down and I lowered the fidgeting Duros, "Subtly? Remember? We talked about this in the academy."
"…I don't need to be subtle I have you for that." I said firmly as she smirked, blushed a little and removed my hands. She sighed and waved Lala over.
"Well first, let's check all the tools in our tool box." She glanced up at the second floor, "Master Lidia, I don't suppose we could use you for a mind trick."
"I can't hear you right now Oriana I'm afraid I'm far too distracted with these documents to assist you in any sort of illegal contraband." She replied, very convincingly in fact. I believed her. "I'm mean it's very important I figure out how many times Master Chu Choi Nu visited the compound before his foot was removed by a lightsaber."
"…Alright. Option two then." She placed a hand on the zipper of her suit, and glancing sidelong a the duros, slowly lowered it, her large breasts stretching the suit out as Lala stared unapologetically, the Duros tried very hard not to notice. "Lala. Douse him."
"Sure." She smiled and brushed her fingers under his chin, he snapped his teeth at her, spitting durosian curses as she yanked her fingers away, still smiling as his bulging eyes quivered.
I flinched however, pinching my sensitive nose as Lala's pheromones flooded the lower floor.
"Ugh… what smells like liquid sex?" Nerri shouted absently from the second floor as Rattletrap strutted by her room, dragging a plank of durasteel laden with wires and parts.
"…Who were you working for?" Lala cooed, leaning forward and purring seductively as the Duros flinched, turning away only to be met with big blue breasts as Oriana leaned close, kneeling forward slightly and bouncing her breasts together with her arms as he stared at their jiggle.
…If we didn't need him, and if we didn't already promise him to Master Lidia, I'd tear his throat out for staring like that at Oriana…
"If you tell us…" cooed Oriana, a soft seductive purr echoed from her throat, "We'll do something real nice for you…" she added, running a finger around the curve of her breast, lightly tugging open the tight suit.
He groaned, fidgeting on the chair and looking away as Lala tossed him a hair flip. He flinched again, closing his eyes only to feel their hands on his bulging head-
"NAR SHADDA! NAR SHADDA!!!" he suddenly shouted, turning towards Oriana and trying to bury his face between her breasts, only to miss and crash to the floor as she stood up and turned away.
"Whoops." She said absently, fingers tickling her zipper and slowly moving it back up. "Kal pick him up." I grabbed him and dropped him back into the seat. "Now. Where on Nar Shadda?" she asked as he strained on the seat, his erection apparent as Lala turned away and seemed to find a new interest in the far wall of the ship, swaying her rear lazily as his bulging eyes seemed to follow. "Where's the delivery."
He groaned, seemingly in pain as his pants strained, he fidgeted, leaning towards a 'distracted' Lala's ass only for me to grab his throat and shove him back. "Where." I growled angrily, my shistavaanan face baring holo-graphic teeth as I choked him.
…He then spoke in that durosian smuggler dialect, I shook him. "Speak Common damn it."
"…Holo… call…" he hissed finally, sputtering the words in normal durosian as Lala seemed to get a look on her face, then immediately slipped her hands into his pocket, he groaned as she touched him. Before she pulled out a datapad.
"Ah-ha! Here we go… let's see…" she checked through various things on the datapad, before finally she held it in front of the Duros. "Okay. Which one?"
But he seemed to clamp up again, not looking at us as I grabbed his head and jerked to towards the Datapad. He growled angrily… then I squeezed. He thrashed then finally he pointed at a commlink, with his tongue, grunting desperately as I let go…
Before I could say anything however. Lala skipped away and called the commlink. "Lala what-!?" began Oriana but the link barely connected before a rather butler-ish voice answered.
…I've had many butlers.
"Ahem… who are you and how did you get this number?"
"Hi! My name is Lala…" Lala replied cheerfully like a random survey caller, "And this douchebag we beat up says he was delivering a crate of Rygnak Ale to you."
"…And I suppose now it is triple the price?" the Butler-ish voice asked in an irritated tone.
"Nope!" Lala replied cheerfully "It's two-thirds the original." We gaped silently at her.
"…I'm listening." He replied, and it was obvious we held his interest.
"See… we're a little strapped for credits and you've already given Tulba the money, so. You pay us two-thirds of what you paid her, and do not mention how you got the crate delivered."
"…Very well. Nar Shaddaa 34F docks in 3 days. At 8 in the morning, galactic standard time. Don't be late… or I'll shoot you when you arrive."
"…O-kay…" she said slowly, "Bye!" before hanging up.
"Seriously?" Oriana growled, yanking the datapad from Lala's lazy grip. "And two-thirds the price?"
"He would've already paid Tulba, we wouldn't get paid anything for the delivery." Lala said calmly, "By offering him a cheaper price we can probably sell to him again." she said as a look of surprise crossed Oriana's face.
"…Pardon?"
"Who are you going to buy from? The full-priced hutt? With delivery and protection? Or the ones that offer you two-thirds?" Oriana seemed speechless but I then noted, rather wisely in my opinion.
"You're assuming we can get more of that stuff." I said and Lala smiled, ran a hand on my chest, and patted it.
"Well… yeah. But imagine if we did? Boom. Payday… besides…" she glanced at the duros, and Oriana and I joined her look. "I'm sure we can figure out where he got it, the same way we figured out where it was going…"
The duros' bottom lip quivered determinedly… I just cracked my knuckles.
Surprisingly that fact was much harder to drag out of him, and he soon suffered sensory overload, drooling with a cheerful smile on his face as I covered my nose and mouth, trying to not inhale too much of Lala's natural pheromone scent.
"Ugh! Somebody vent the ship!" Nerri barked leaning angrily over the railing at us.
"We're in space…" Lala said scathingly, "Turn on a fan!"
"We're not in space anymore…" Rattletrap said, popping out of the floor before he replaced the paneling and sealed it tight. "We're back on New Nar Shaddaa…"
"Ah… then this is where we must part." Master Lidia leaped down from the second floor, her robe billowing and showing us just how tight that bodysuit was on her… turns out she had a figure similar to Oriana… I should stop staring. "Mr. Wolf. Might I trouble you to assist in loading my prisoner in my ship?"
"…Yes…" I said, a little reluctantly, we didn't have a location on where he got his goods. But a deal was a deal. The ramp opened… then collapsed in a crash.
"I'll get that!" Rattletrap shouted from somewhere in the ship as I carried the Duros down over my shoulder towards a shiny looking jedi-star fighter.
"Just put him in here…" he said, opening up the cockpit to reveal a spacious rear seat. "It'll be fine." I tossed him in as he grunted.
A whirling beeping sound jumped to life as part of the ship began to move. "Welcome back to the land of the living T2." Master Lidia said unconcernedly as an R2 unit cooed at me. But I don't speak droid… so I couldn't tell you what he was saying. Master Lidia patted its saucer head.
"This is T260. My co-pilot and ship security." She said as the droid's head spun happily. "Say hi T2."
"Wooo…" the droid noted.
"…I was actually surprised that your ship wasn't scrapped for parts." I said glancing at the shiny vessel. "The droid is your security?"
"He'll send an electric shock through your system so powerful it would stop a Krayt dragon." She noted, "Well… Mr. Wolf." She held out one hand, trying to stuff Rattletrap's jury-rigged power charge on top of her prisoner. "It's been a pleasure."
"Sure…" I said, shaking her hand as she climbed into the pilot's seat, the lid closing.
"Do be careful now." She said, smiling prettily as the ship rose, and hummed and with a last 'wooo' from T2 she was gone, out into the empty void.
"Well now that that's done…" Oriana noted as I got back onto the ship. "We need to get this heap shipshape before he head to Old Nar Shaddaa for the delivery. Rattletrap?"
"Well she'll fly. But I need to be here to fix her up, but I don't know if I can stay that long." I sighed, and opened my mouth, "Alright! You convinced me!" he interrupted raising his hands in... defeat? "Adventure and profit it is! Let me get something from my shop and we'll go once I fix up the ramp…"
The ramp promptly fell off… but Rattletrap leaped down, "Hey, Kal… give me a hand?"
I glanced at the girls, Oriana waved me off. "We'll be fine. Hurry back." I got out of the ship, and followed Rattletrap back to his shop…
…It was wrecked. He sighed. "…Damn it not again…" he mumbled, stepping through the open door and passing the broken service droid.
"…This happen often?" I asked, pushing a broken piece of wall aside as he slipped under the counter.
"Pretty much everytime Dolly has a shoot so, Yeah." He mumbled dismissively. "Hey. Over here…" he approached a pile of junk and kicked a few pieces aside to put his hand on the wall panel. It flickered and clicked… and hissed open revealing a jawa sized secret room. I crawled through after him and stood up straight, it was spacious after the door. And saw a woman…
She was asleep… or unconscious or… something.
"This is X-E." he said softly, "…Help me with her okay?" he unplugged a few cords and wires connected to her head… I then quickly realized she was a droid. A very advanced one… there were computers surrounding the room and one by one they shut off, images of languages and symbols I didn't recognized flashed away on the screens as he closed panels on the side of her head, the synth skin sealing up beneath her long blue hair.
I reached under her legs and the back of her head, lifting her from the table. "Hey! Be careful!" he said nervously. I paused and carefully carried her out of the hidden room. "She delicate." He added, gathering a few more bits, bobs, tools and a picture of Dolly Girl, shoving them into his satchel and walking out. "Come on. We got what I wanted."
"…an unconscious droid?" I asked as he didn't answer, unusually quiet."
We returned to the ship… and we had a problem.
I paused at the group of men surrounding the open ramp door as Oriana, Lala, and Nerri held blasters on them. "Be civil now Tracey…" said one of them, a Klatooinian. "And come quiet like."
A warning shot blasted at his feet and he skipped away. The group, 8 in all cursed and growled menacingly at the girls. "Come and get me Skak." Lala cooed teasingly, "I'll get at least 5 of you, my busty blue beauty here will get the rest…" she said gesturing to Oriana.
…Time to defuse.
"Move." I kicked one forward out of my way, stomped on him and approached the ship. "Nerri." I said, as she leaned her spear on the wall and took a limp X-E from my arms. The armed group were so surprised they only recovered after I lifted Rattletrap into the ship. I turned to face them and said quite clearly.
"Leave."
A weequay, a suddenly very nervous and particularly familiar looking weequay, hissed out 'oh shit' before turning and scampering away, two of his fellows watched him go, delivering foreign curses. Down to seven.
Skak smirked at me, then glanced at Lala. "Ooh… Hired some muscle did you Tracey? Does he know the price on your head?"
"Yep." Lala smiled frankly, still aiming her blaster rifle at them.
"How much is she paying you?" he asked laughing, "I can't possibly be woRT-HUCKGH?!" I gripped him by the throat and dragged him forward, his feet feebly scrapping the ground as blasters went up and I squeezed, "Ack!!!!"
"LEAVE." I repeated firmly, glaring into his eyes as I shoved him away. he coughed and spluttered angrily.
"Fucker… Kark this shit! Bring her in co-" my claw sunk into his throat as he gagged, then blaster bolts started firing… half a dozen peppered his back as three went down to Lala and Oriana's blaster and pistols respectively. I tossed the body towards another two, they fell to the floor as I hamstringed the remaining one, my claw slashing across his ankle, before I snapped his neck. I was on the last too before they could recover, my claws on their throat.
"Spread this around…" I said, pushing my claws into the soft flesh parts under their chins as they dropped their pistols in surrender. "Tracey Lacey Lacine is under MY protection." I said coldly, drawing drops of blood as I put on pressure. "And if you come after her again, I won't be so nice…"
I then heard the priming of blasters, and I glanced up.
A significantly more intimidating force of black armored Mandalorian stood over me, many of their blaster carbines, and a heavy repeater, were trained on me. A commanding looking one, with a white circle around his heavy, black body armor, approached, tapping a finger on a blaster rifle. "Hey." He said flatly as I stared at him, snarling.
"Hello."
He was silent for a moment as he raised a hand, extending two fingers as a dozen mandalorians held their rifles at the ready. Pointing directly at me. "Get off them…" he said. I hesitated… then Oriana's voice said, firmly.
"Kal. Do what he says…" I immediately obeyed, getting up and stepping away.
"Good little attack dog, aren't you?" the leader Mandalorian said casually, I snarled… but he wasn't wrong. "I can respect that… Get up." He said. The two thugs on the ground hesitated before he said again, firmly. "GET. UP." They scrambled to their feet as his dark helmet turned to them. "Babayaga has declared a refrainment of bounty hunting activities on New Nar Shaddaa until further notice. NOBODY is to be hunting while on the station until it is lifted. He stared silently at them as the fidgeted nervously. "And it's been in effect since yesterday." They two suddenly stiffened… and the Mandalorian pressed something on his wrist… a camera droid suddenly floated beside his helmet and the two thugs screamed seconds before he extended his fingers and saluted.
Even I was surprised at the amount of blaster fire pumped rapidly into the two. I quickly stepped away as they unloaded into the bodies even long dead the noise was like a battlefield. I stepped further away, towards the broken ramp as Oriana leapt down and gripped my arm, hiding behind me as the escapade continued until finally, the hum of the heavy blaster fire died away. Leaving silent Mandalorians and smoking flesh.
The camera droid floated in front of the Mandalorian leader, and he said, firmly. "Obey the Law of Babayaga." He said the droid deactivating in his hand. "Get off the station." He said, "You have two hours." He then pressed a button on his rest. "Starting now."
"Rattletrap." I said quickly, and a little nervously.
"Already starting!" Rattletrap yelped just as nervously repairing the ramp as the mandalorians stared silently, their blasters still aiming at us as we finally fixed the ramp and made ourselves scarce… they were still watching us as we left them in our dust.
End of chapter
Bonus
He hummed softly to himself, absently studying the formulas on the board, frowned, erased a few, then corrected them. He smiled, nodded, then sat on the meditation chair. What was essentially building blocks slowly began to orbit around him. Occasionally connecting together to form various shapes… then he felt a presence… a presence he had not felt since… he sent her to Coruscant as a guest teacher to younglings.
"Greetings master. Lidia said, practically storming into his chambers without bothering to knock."
"I am not your master anymore Lidia." He said quietly, still flexing his concentration by forming more shapes from the building blocks. And doing it while holding a conversation is quite a feat unto itself. "Welcome back. What did you discover."
"It was a resort." She smiled, holding out the various datapads of information. "Nothing entirely to interesting, but there are a few names on that list that might be historically interesting."
"Hmm." He noted, taking the datapads from her hands with the force to carefully place them on the table. "And there was no trouble?"
"We recaptured a wanted escaped prisoner. Do you remember the durosian pirate I scared with my lightsaber?"
"Indeed I do…" he said, as the building blocks formed into an elaborate house and clicked softly onto a nearby table. "You recaptured him?"
"Indeed. With a group of bounty hunters. They were quite useful."
"Well I've always thought our order and the republic were a little prudish in our resources, bounty hunters are very useful when the proper leverage is applied."
Master Lidia sat across from him, smiling as she engaged in conversation. "Yes. But they are inherently driven by monetary gain."
"We all must be driven by something Lidia. Otherwise, there is no point to living…" he smiled at her, "Regardless, we should document your discoveries, and we should note down your assistance as well, perhaps they could be contacted for more tasks?"
"I would like that. they were very interesting." Lidia noted as together they began walking down the pristine hallways of the Jedi Temple. "There was a Jawa, he was very brilliant. A Nelvaanian, a very friendly Zeltron female-"
"Most tend to be."
"A chiss, she was the 'brains' of the operation. And most interestingly, a red-haired green-eyed Shistavaanan."
Her former master suddenly stopped and glanced at her curiously. "…Did you say red hair, and green eyes?"
"Oh indeed… and apparently very popular amongst the female crew." She said with a fond smile, "Well I guess we can't all be celibate."
"The Jedi shouldn't be." He said quickly as she nodded, not noticing his deep pondering
"As you have stated before Master Knox."
Jon Nee Knox smiled mysteriously at his former student, "I told you Lidia. I'm not your master…" he said, as together they moved on to the archives.
End of Bonus.
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