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Gimmie that Booty [Danger]

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Thrax sat aboard a transport, several hundred Vong factory workers tied up in the hold, a datapad of schematics in his hand - and a property survey for the Echidna factory (although this didn't take into account the damage he'd done in stealing said information.) Tapping a thick booted foot on the grated flooring, he scowled and set about typing away a message to the big lady in red, [member="Danger Arceneau"].

Boss Lady,

Thrax ruin factory floor on Echidna. Production halted until fixed. Stole schematics and something called a 'property survey.' Bunch of words I don't know in these. Several hundred employees, all Vong, included in package deal upon payment. Thrax know other hunters involved, imagine you have much coming your way.

SMASH,
Thrax

He grinned a toothy grin. Sometimes it paid to act stupid.
 
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Fantastic, Thrax,

Delivery can be made on Tatooine. Review on what goods you have and a survey on the results will amount to your payroll.


~Danger


Well, whatever manner of brute this was; at least he was quick and efficient.
 

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Oh, but he was already on his way to Tatooine, and it wasn't but a few hours more before he was landing at the closest point he could get to the ATC HQ. So many letters, so little time. Danger would, of course, have been notified that he was landing and that she may wish to come out and inspect things herself. After all, bounty or no bounty, walking several hundred Vong through the streets wasn't going to end well for anyone.

Least of all her reputation.

Prisoners always looked like prisoners, no matter what clothes you put on them.

Standing at the base of the massive cargo ramp of his nondescript freighter, datapad secure in a satchel on his belt, the brute waited for the thickly built redhead trade matron to arrive

He wanted that booty.

Just not that kind of booty.
 
Well a reputation was all a girl had, and Danger had a desire to keep it so. Least, in regards to doing what is fair and right. So yes, the Trade Queen would come over and inspect things herself.

Vong employees held in cuffs? Well this was going to be interesting; she'll need the protocol droid to translate. There were no slaves or prisoners within ATC; instead there were more like... indentured servants.

This would go no different with the Vong; it was just a matter of ensuring that she sweetened the deal that made sense of what they wanted out of life to put in a good days labor for a fair wage.

Tap tap tap, her foot would beat, just as the large Bounty Hunter would come into view.

Well, the first Bounty Hunter to lay claim to the bounty she put on Subach -- let's see what he had to offer for his fair share of booty.
 

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Hunter and hammer stood, one hand digging into a pouch for the datapad. "Here." He grunts, holding it out to her. On it were the schematics for a battleship, hyperspace tug, cargo hauler, gas miner, pistol that ran on tibanna and something called 'pulse resistant covering.' He'd also gotten his hands on a bodyguard, grapple, surveillance and combat droid.

It also had on it a long list of parts and how to make to them, all for ships that weren't being produced anymore but were likely common among the backwaters of the galaxy. She could likely make a killing selling aftermarket products based off said parts. "There." He hikes a thumb over his shoulder. "Just a hair under 400 Vong." He says with a grunt.

"What's this I hear about an auction on Subach?"
 
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She'd review it all, going through what details he went through as he spoke. It was an odd sight to see, as he would tower over her. None the less, she was well pleased with the results. She'll be able to cannibalize parts and revamp them into new goods -- make them better perhaps.

Proportional payout to the amount done.

"Well, you are thorough Mistah Thrax," she'd coo out, placing a credit chip into her datapad. A quick flurry of her fingers would enter in a hefty amount for the man.

"What salvage rights are you claiming?" she'd ask, so as to make sure she had it on her ledgers.
 

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The beast gave what amounted to a belch, a thoughtful noise rumbling up from its chest like the lingering promise of a coming avalanche. "No salvage rights. Credits will suffice." That beady gaze gave her a once over, as if sizing up an opponent. "Heard you liked thorough." He adds. Being the biggest businesswoman this side of the core meant most had heard of you.

Ain't no way he could be flirting with her. That don't make no sense.
 
There would come a crooked smile. "That I do, Mistah Thrax." she'd finish tapping out the amount and hit confirm. That credit chip would now be loaded with his payout. A quick pull, and she'd hand him over the credit chip.

"A pleasure Mistah Thrax... one perhaps we can enjoy at some other time, hmm?" it was clear that Danger wasn't quite done yet with her lesson. But one never knew when one would need the services of a Bounty Hunter --- or a Repo man.

Now slavery wasn't unheard of on Tatooine, but the Vong would have to be dealt with. A protocol droid would come forth and start discussing things, while ATC security would take over to ensure everyone's safety.

When folk heard Vong, at least down south here, they weren't held to kindly --- so having them round in cuffs wouldn't be seen or thought of amiss.

Just Miz Arceneau doing business.
 

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What passed for a smile fluttered its way across the ogres face, looking more like a mass murderer than a pleased bounty hunter. Maybe they were one and the same, all told. Graug mercenaries, their payment already taken from the factory, came out to facilitate prisoner transfer. The beast gave a nod of its head as it took the credit chip.

"Aye, I imagine we'll be enjoyin' each other for a long time to come." With that, the beast turned on its heel and marched back up the ramp, the spiked head of its hammer the last thing to disappear into the hold.
 

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