Derisive Umbaran
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Tyrin was prepared for his meeting with the more infamous pirates around. Mentally, at least. If they decided they would rather roast him alive than listen to what he had to say, the Umbaran would be hard pressed to escape. The small transport he had rented for this purpose was docked in the small hanger he waited in, and he stood flanked by a duo of Death Watch commandos. Hopefully his guests would neglect to take a violent course of action towards him. They didn't have much to lose by hearing him out, and they didn't have much to gain from killing him then and there. But if his proposition for them was accepted, and turned out to be successful, then there was absolutely everything for them to gain. He had tried to make his message sound as tempting as possible to them, as he doubted calling them to a deserted mining station deep within the Vergesso Asteroids would work otherwise. The remote location of the asteroid field would ensure no one came to harass them, and the ease of navigating the field would mean his potential allies would have no trouble finding the abandoned mining platform.
He had purposely kept the contents of the deal to be discussed vague, only promising the pirates something they highly desired and then some. This was a matter he wanted to orate in person, not jam through the holonet on a likely garbled transmission. Only then would they know his sincerity, and Tyrin would be able to gauge theirs. This would not be an easy offer to pass up, he hoped. This went far beyond simply Credits and booty.
Tyrin idly fiddled with his gloves, biding his time until someone arrived.