Need that Spice?

[RC 212]

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

Spice. It was drugs and drugs were money. Money was Jacks forte and apparently word had reached the ears of a pospective buyer. Except she was no normal buyer, she was the head of a fledgling criminal Cartel. As much as Jack hated running stuff for Zorlac the Hutt he had to agree this was a good opening, a solid lead.

He had been contacted once by the agents of the Syndicate, and then given Zorlac a low-ball price. All for his benefit of course since lower prices meant higher profits. No Zorlac would be satisfied, as well as the small flotilla of smuggler friends Jack had assembled in his travels. Maybe he'd throw the old bone to Justice shipping in the end? who knew?

What was for certain was he was sipping on an Old style Whiskey, waiting for his contact to present herself. He was tucked away in the back of a seedy Cantina on Nar Shaada going under the name of Jor-Kel, since he was after all a wanted man here.

So he sipped, clad in a dirty spacers Jacket, his red handkerchief and dirty spacers trousers....

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Jack Raxis"]

Miss Blonde, member of the Black Tie Council and founding member of the Black Tie Syndicate. She was a young and fresh faced blonde bombshell who wore thick red lipstick and had her body adorned with a tan detective trench coat and black tie that dangled around her neck stop a white shirt beneath the coat. But she wasn't all looks, she was as deadly as she was beautiful and her body language was that of a predator when we she walked into the dirty spacer bar.

In a past life she was used to coming to places like this on assignments, to take down criminal scum much like herself now. But that was a long time ago, now she was on the wrong side of the law once more looking to score some glitterstim from some smuggler whose name she could barely recall.

Either way he was what she liked to call Solos, and not the famous smuggler/war hero. But how they lived, solo. Most people in this business went it alone and while she could be mistaken the man seemed like the type who had friends when it was convenient for him, the rest of the time they just had associates. Either way as she approached the table where the man sat down the woman took off her hat and set it to the side, Miss Blonde was here to do business.

"Evening." She said as she unbuttoned her coat and sat down.

The woman gave the man a small smile before her face shifted to more of a business first expression. Her her blue eyes met his and she took out a datapad that would be needed for whatever this transaction would run her.

"You start I suppose." She said with a professional voice.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

Jack looked her over, seasoned spacers eyes quickly picking out important details. she wasn't Zann Consortium or Hutt Cartel. No those folks tended to be a bit more showy. She certainly was beautiful though. He grinned a bit, reigning himself in. He was a businessman and a professional first, scoundrel dog second.

When she flipped the datapad out Jack simply folded his hands and leaned in close. Piercing brown orbs bared into hers and he smiled, a wry grin barely perceptible breaking across his normally furrowed brow. His menatliskm came in handy. He could feel her presence, and it seemed to be nothing of ill will. Not yet anyways. Just iin case he had his DL-44 in the waistband of his trousers, and he couldn't miss at this range.

"I will start thank you very much Miss?? Eh well I'll get your name later."

Her name was not too important. Any spacer or criminal worth their salt went by an Alias any-ways. And Jack was no different.

"Names Kel, Cap'n Jor-Kel, and I assume you are here looking for a direct pipeline. I can get you either spice or disruptor rifles. I got goods, I got people. What you need to bring dear lass, is credits."

 

[Miss Blonde]

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"Blonde." Was the first thing the woman said to the man when she sat down.

"But you can call me Miss Blonde." She said with a very calm tone.

The woman slid her arms out of her trench coat and made it clear to the man that she was armed by showing the twin Czerka slug throwers holstered to her sides. It was a courtesy in this business and while it wasn't a direct threat it meant that she was a big girl who could take care of herself, who knew what she was doing.

"Before we talk about credits, I want to talk to you about something else. Do you know what that is?" The woman would press forward without giving him a chance to respond.

"Quality, in this business people take a kilo of spice and cut down its purity to five maybe six percent in order to sell more. However I am of the opinion that quality is what keeps your consumers coming back, that the higher standard you hold yourself to the more weight you can move with people. Now let me tell you a fact and ask you another question." The woman said with her precise and deadly tone.

"You see [member="Sempra the Hutt"] wants to sell me his drugs, the leader of the Hutt Cartel and owner of the most professional and high quality spice mines. However I'm sitting down with you right now rather than him, so before I go to him to buy his lovely lovely drugs I'll ask you. Why should I buy your drugs, buy your direct pipeline over his, sell me." The woman then snapped her fingers at the server and had the young woman bring over a glass of water for herself.

Hopefully this Raxis fellow wasn't a waste of time, he seemed like the type of fellow to try and hustle you.

[member="Jack Raxis"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Miss Blonde"]

Jack smirked as she showed the weapons. A serious gal to be sure but she had to know that Jackie boy himself was not unarmed and vulnerable. He ignored the gesture, instead taking the time to eye her up and down and detect little subtle hints in her posture and face. Micro expressions could tell a lot about what a person was thinking or feeling. Jack got the notion she was a bit distrustful and holier than thou.

He shrugged and gave her the same wry grin as he pithed his plot.

"I'm well aware of what happens to the product. This ain't my first Rodeo Blondie."

He kept his hand folded, not moving a muscle.

"The thing is Sempra charges a fair price, but mines even fairer. My connect, whom will remained unnamed for my safety and his, has a good supply on the side. I can't deliver quantity en masse, but I can give you steady supply and for ten percent cheaper than anywhere else. Grade A Glitterstim, harvested from a mine on Ryloth. Not your typical schwag that’s already been stepped on so many times you'd find flakes of salt in about half of it."

Jack let it ride and leaned back, putting both hands on his head, fingers interlocked.

"You could even run both buyers if it suited you. My boy's and myself are looking for an extra leg up. And like I said, I can deliver Disruptor Rifles too. For a bit of extra credit's we can deliver and move whatever else you have that needs moving. I know Justice Shipping and Arcenau Trade have a small smuggling fleet. What I got is a Confederation of folks so desperate, they'll move anything you want from point A to point B. No questions asked."

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Jack Raxis"]

The woman's bright white teeth showed in a genuine smile at the man, she liked what she heard. Grade A glitter stim for a cheap price, the last place she knew glitterstim was by the masses was a planet you didn't ever want to go to. So the ability to get it at a damn good price in fair amounts was a very rare deal. But before that happened she would have to ensure that the man wasn't painting a picture prettier than reality.

"Well you certainly have a very persuasive bargain, and while I am very interested in this I need to know a few more things." The woman said as she sipped from her water.

"Obviously as you stated no questions asked, discretion is a very key element in businesses like ours. So before I get in bed with you and your people I need to know when the heat is on you won't roll over and start singing. This will not be a problem I hope." Blonde then set her water to the side and looked at the man in his cocky gesture.

In truth Miss Blonde in her younger days would of swayed this man towards a better deal with certain assets she possessed, however that was a younger version of her. One that didn't have people she cared about, and even though the pale skin where her wedding ring once was told her that she should be able to have fun on this little vacation. She just couldn't do it, despite how handsome and badly she would of wanted to.

"Assure me that your little federation will not simply give anyone up if the law catches up. I want to trust you captain, but you know that is a very rare commodity in this life." the woman said with a little grin.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Miss Blonde"]

Jack gave her another wry grin, letting her get a flash of fire from behind his eyes into hers. Electricity arced in the air for a briefest moment. He suddenly did spot her pale finger where the wedding ring once was. Blonde was well.... Hot!

But he had to shove that to the side and lean back in close, giving her the full amount of his attention.

"Lady where I come from, you snitch and you die. One you don't even got my real name, and to be honest, neither does anyone else except a handful. My little group all runs the same way. No one knows anyone’s real name, and all Identification is fabricated. Two we speak in ciphers, so there ain't no spies."

Trust was a thing too. He liked trust, but he had to agree. It was in Very short supply these days.

"On my honor as Mandalorian my people are straight. All Nar Shaada born boys and girls, like myself."

Jack took a flask from his belt and slammed back a sip of moonshine, setting it on the table, cork hanging from the side.

"Let's talk about you though Miss Blonde. Where are you from? Can I trust you not to snitch if word gets out certain other folks are getting a shaft of deal?"

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Jack Raxis"]

"Nar'Shadda, I've been there a few times. I'm from around that region, Antecedent mostly." Which was an understatement and kind of a lie.

"You seem to have a very tip top operation, I like that. I like a man whose competent." The woman said with a hint of flirtation in her voice.

Suddenly her mind was shifting from business and more towards the tension she felt between the two of them. She loved her husband, very very much. But she'd been on the run for a while and she missed being touched, she missed flirting, she missed not being chained to a single man. She missed her old self, the foul mouthed blonde who swore like a sailor and drank themselves stupid every night. But that was a long time ago, so before anything were to happen the woman had to sign some papers and buy what he was selling.

"However, it seems you've swayed me. I'll take whatever product you have available at the moment, Glitterstim is a rare spice in the galaxy and I intend to use every piece you sell me." The woman said as she flicked the datapad on.

Atop the table it was all business, but beneath it the woman's pantyhose laced foot brushed against the space captains left calf in a very sensual manner that couldn't be mistaken for anything else.

"So what do I owe you?" The woman said with the softest of smiles.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Miss Blonde"]

Jack gave her big ol' grin and he felt the blood rush through his legs. Her touch while flirtatious was intoxicating and he could feel the warmth in her skin. She wanted to be held and perhaps share a moment of passion? Jack himself had been around the 'Verse but there was something about this woman.

He reached a hand under the table and clapped her leg with it, gripping tightly in a playful squeeze.

"I'll send you the credits counts and statistics, But first what do you say we get out of here?"

He cocked his head at her as he asked, boyish smile like a devil on his face.

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Jack Raxis"]

"Ah-ah-ah." Miss Blonde said very smoothly.

"Business before pleasure." Patricia said with a soft smile.

The woman wasn't in her twenties anymore, the man in front of her by the looks of him was. And most men in that time of their lives would drop everything for the moment to go off and do the do. But age had taught the woman better than that, it had taught her that while moments of passion and lust were great it was best to have it as a reward for a job well done rather than a hindrance and delay of what needed to be done.

So with a little grin the leg opposite to the one the man was grabbing slowly slid up Jax's leg and and towards his toned thigh, while going somewhere sounded nice there was business to be had first.

"Tell you what, you forward me the amount, I pay it, then rather going someplace. I take you into that supply closet and show you how to end a very lucrative transaction." Miss Blonde said as her foot rubbed at the man's thigh a bit more.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Miss Blonde"]

Jack was now in the clutches of a full hormonal rush. It was very awkward for him, having never really felt such a powerful attraction to any woman before. Even the Zeltrons pheromones didn't make his heart race and his skin flush the way the woman’s did. Miss Blonde was a very naughty girl. The leg sliding up Jacks thigh was making him even more impatient, like a rabid dog chasing a squirrel.

"I guess you might be right."

He tried his hardest not to let his torment show, and flipped open his own datapad. A few taps rendered to her the shadow account number he used, as well as the credit amounts. As promised it was vastly cheaper than the Hutts usual slice of the pie. His face was beat red now, and he glanced up from the screen as it pinged, holo mail sent out.

Her ruby red lipstick glistened in the light. Jack was imagining all sorts of less than reputable things he wanted to do...

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Jack Raxis"]

"There we go." Miss Blonde said in a very smooth voice.

The data pad let out small ping of noise and Blonde quickly lifted it up and unlocked it with a few pressing of buttons. The credit amount of spice appeared in her mailbox and the woman forwarded the credits along with a drop location for the product and time. With that out of the way the woman grabbed the cup of water that she had ordered and took a sip.

"To fruitful and mutually beneficial business relationship." Blonde said as she raised the glass in the air.

With that she poured the glass of water on her own datapad causing it to let out a spark or two then sizzle and die. Afterwards the crime lord removed the memory chip from its slot and with ease snapped it in half. It's what you had to do when you weren't paying in cash after all.

"Now, where were we?" the woman said with a grin as her foot traced a bit deeper along the man's thigh.

"What was it you wanted from me besides my money?" With a seductive voice and grin her blue eyes met the smugglers and locked there.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Miss Blonde"]

Jacks blood pressure increased. Everywhere was on fire, including the places the woman was going. A powerful yearning was in him,forcing him to lean in close over the table. Her lips, they were so gorgeous. Sweat was coming from his reddened face, flushed with a rage of hormones and euphoria. He had all but forgotten what he came here to do.

Rising in one smooth motion he grabbed her hand lightly and nodded to the end of the hall, attempting to lead her away.

"I'm trying to do unmentionable things my Dear. Shall we gorgeous?"