"I'm looking for Horthek, he's got something my employer wants, and he'll pay big credits to get it."
"You don't go to Horthek, Horthek come to you."
The hulking Houk behind the counter of the pawn shop that served as a thinly veiled front for black market dealings, crossed his thick arms and glared down at the armoured Mando.
"I go where my employer says. He says go to Horthek."
"You think Horthek sell here? You got a hot blaster, maybe a speeder bike, you come here. Horthek, he don't sell little toys, he sells planet breakers. You see planet breakers here?"
"I think you know everything that goes on here. I think you know where he is. I can make it worth your while."
He threw back his big head and laughed, a loud braying guffaw.
"What good are credits to a dead man? No, I think not, you leave now."
"That is a valid point."
La conceded, before speed drawing the ACP Repeater on her belt and shooting the Houk in one elbow. The result was a Houk in need of a hook. Planting one hand on the counter she leaped over it, forcing the bleeding, shocked Houk back further.
"Wouldn't want you pressing that button under the counter and calling in those security droids of yours before we finished our chat."
"I- you- you're crazy!"
"Probably."
La agreed cheerfully.
"And you're bleeding out."
"Y-you have to get help!"
He was clutching at the stump, trying to flow of blood. Doing a pisspoor job of it too in Las estimation.
"Horthek."
"L-Limmie! He's at the old Limmie field! H-help me!"
"Bleeding out's not a bad way to go, but if you like."
The Mando shrugged, and shot him in the face. No big loss. A criminal alien who likely would have run straight to Horthek just as soon as she was out of sight. The galaxy was a slightly better place.
Meshgeroya, the beautiful game. She grinned under her helmet. She quite enjoyed it, though she'd never had an opportunity to play it properly, with more than one other person. She watched it when she could in any case. It seemed oddly apropriate that her target should be there. It was going to be a beautiful game all right.
"La? La, are you there?"
"Of course I'm bloody here, where else would I be?"
She growled as her comm came back to life. She didn't actually know who the voice on the other side was, other than a bank account she sent credits to when his tips paid off, but he ought to know better than to just comm her without warning. A distraction like that could get a girl killed.
"I don't know, maybe you traded in the armour for heels and went to get a cocktail."
"You're an idiot, what do you want?"
"I want to know if the lead panned out. Is he there? Is he on planet? You're not the only one who needs a payday La, I got-"
"This had better not be a lifestory. I'm not interested."
"I thought we were friends."
The voice was pretend plaintative.
"No."
"Fine, fine.. So?"
"He's here, in the Limmie field apparently."
"Hmmm, makes sense. It's big enough, and apparently the local team lost funding. Let me just.."
There was silence for a few moments.
"Energy usage has spiked. That's interesting!"
"Is it helpful?"
"I don't know, it might be. You and your team have a plan right?"
"...yes."
"What's the plan?"
"It's.. it's a work in progress. I need to scope out the target area and then make the.. the most strategic calls."
"La, I don't show any chatter on your comm records, you don't have a team do you?"
"Hey! Do not mess with my HUD! That's like.. You just.. Don't!"
"Alright, alright, sorry. No need to get all titchy about it."
"Iron skin right? That's a part of me and I do not appreciate you prying!"
"La you're going to get yourself killed."
"I haven't yet. Now shut up, I'm working."
Go to the field, scope it out, do not get caught by the scores of angry reptiles, find a way to snag their leader alive without dying. No problem.
[member="Freynk Porkins"]
