Blueprint Recovery (Ulfric Draycon)

[Saro Iris]

Nul Hutta, Guarja Shipyards

They provided Selene with a free ride there, a data pad with a picture of what this Ulfric Draycon looked like, his information, and a ride back. She could care less honestly for what she was gathering from this man. Wither gathering these blueprints were for a good purpose or quite the opposite. She had an addiction to feed after all. Nal Hutta was never her ideal planet of choice. Maybe it was the factories and what they generated or the thick swamps. She brushed her long hair off her shoulders as she gently moved her way through a rather crowded shipyard.

Her tail was wrapped gently around her leg, it was a hazard in a place like this. She would prefer if it was not caught in some crazed, machine or weapon. Selene was dressed as she belonged here which consisted as torn and baggy clothing. At any moment she could just fade in between groups and ships if she needed to hide. Underneath she wore figure hugging clothing, mostly composted of dark brown and black coloration. Freighters were massive and most of them here, illegal. Inside of one of Ulfric's freighters held the key to his detailed blueprints.

Selene was hopping that it was not found on one of these slicer's beloved computer creations She need to get to that , and discreetly. Selene again could not care what was on those files and what her employer wanted with them. If she got the full mission completed, she got paid. She found this freighter, looking up she sighed and than looked behind her. Everyone was occupied with one thing or another. There was a risk he had a crew already on board the freighter. Even though the a Barloz-class medium freighter could only support so much crew members.

It was not that hard to get into the freighter. She simply slipped in with a few other men hauling a rather large box into the cargo elevator. They were silent as they were being lifted into the cargo bay. No one questioned her being and just ignored her. She disappeared in the freighter's escape bod. Luckily no one was in there at the moment. Selene removed her baggy clothing, her under outfit allowed her free movement and was much lighter than the Nul Hutta like clothing.

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[The Wild Bear]

It wasn't a bright day for Ulfric. He felt wandering on these criminal outputs. 'Had his messy hair curled up all sides, he struggled from work - well - work for that mischievous karking slug. 'Twas a faithful day for him, getting his head shot off by the Hutts? Yes, it is. Slicers these days get their hands off the criminal worlds - specially those off of the chithead hutts. Well, actually he does not look like a slicer. He more looks like those off of the tamer of rancors and stuff. He then stood up, and then spattered a few drops of slobber right below the floor, which then indicates that he is a - kind of sithhead.


Good thing he had his crew by his side - those rusty and scruffy-looking crew of his? Yes, the two trandoshans and that one I shall call mouthherder, in other terms it is a Sullustan. I always wonder why do they look like that. Though that Sullustan of mine is a lovely one, working hard on different wrenches and have no adrukload of problems. The two trandoshans are not twins, although some say they are. Basically because of the fact that all trandoshans look like each other. And then there was the sithhead, Ulfric Draycon, standing right across the ramps, while checking on a portable computer conduit of his, while scratching his head off the " hard work ".


The reason why Ulfric got his head payed off, is owing to the fact that he didn't take up a trade for the Hutts - which is quite odd. It was a long story, yet entertaining. Ulfric had this task to gather " information " from some Twi'lek club of some sort. Although he was not really that kind of guy who always get a " connect-disconnect". While the hutts were taking the assignment seriously, he suddenly bursts laughter and slaps his hand to a hutt, thus - maybe you should know what happened . Well, he received fists from the Hutts, and yes, slimy fists, then they threw him out off of the swamps. Luckily he came back alive, well, with those heavy bruises right covering his face.


'Twas the day he is remembered as the most infamous slicer of the shipyards. Even himself can't handle the worth of the Hutts. The work in the shipyards are not really worth it. With five wupiupi as exchange for his hard work, it is bad enough. Then there was the cargo hold, it was then lifted by his band of three, and the freighter came by itself. He muttered a cough, then proceeded to handle cargo to the hold. It was then a (bad) farewell for Ulfric. He went up to the main port, and then napped for a moment, which will be then criticized by a faint thump from the cargo hold after it was closed.