Watering a weed

[Miss Blonde]

Yuuzhan'Tar
Zerus-Tule


Patricia stepped off her shuttle and pulled her long flowing blonde hair into a pony tail, she often didn't wear her hair like this but in a city such as Zerus-Tule you wanted to make sure you were ready to fight at any moment and having straight blonde hair get in your face while firing was never fun. So Patricia wore her shot caller armor and didn't bother wearing a helmet today, she had come here to see the trandoshan who ran the black market known as Mister Green. Old world trandoshan bounty hunter turned enforcer turned gangster that clawed his way to the top by leaving a trail of bodies behind him.

They had met once before when Ethan was around but the man had called Patricia and said they had something special she needed to see and would want to buy, so who was she to not go? Well of course she had snipers watching her every move to protect her and a few guard droids along her side.

But it was back to the cruddy tent in the clearing, but this time it had gotten bigger, like a lot bigger. Where the two run down buildings were there were now more tents, they had been knocked down and it seemed the little Trandoshans market had been growing with the extra goods and money flowing through it by reclaimer and Spaarti. So Patricia took that into effect and watched slowly as she scanned her head for potential threats, the central tent was still there and the ones now flanking it were rather large and it seemed they were steadily growing. Guess criminals thrive when there's more money to go around rather than spending it on drugs.

 

[Miss Blonde]

This was pretty cool to say the least, not that Patricia would ever outright say it but it was. The market had expanded from one dingy tent and it seemed like there were more Trandoshans guarding their little asset on the planet. Natives by the looks of them, Trandoshans were a immigrated species here and these guys looked like their families had been here for a while. So Patricia kept her weapons close to her, her two Czerka pistols and Revan's lightsaber as she stepped forward through the various tents.

Trandoshans and other species out looking to trade tech were staring at her and this was the part where you didn't look like food. She was five feet tall outside of her armor, maybe pushing five three in it, so she was still very tiny compared to these folks around her. But she liked to see herself as a mongoose, tiny but fierce. So Patricia walked past a trandoshan guard and gave him the most terrifying death glare one could. The trandoshan almost gulped but that was before Patricia psyched him out by pushing her head forward to look like a headbutt. The trandoshan stepped backwards and flinched in reaction only to watch Patricia walk off afterwards chuckling in a deep tone.

After her little show of dominance she stepped through the first ring of guards and was stopped by a checkpoint where a twi'lek stood at a small podium like a host at a upscale restaurant. That was a bit weird seeing how it had only been a few weeks since she had seen mister green, but hey whatever the man had some sense of taste.

"Here to see mister green are we?" he asked rather nicely.

 

[Miss Blonde]

Patricia nearly burst out laughing, a grin cracked on her face and she stifled a laugh that almost came out. So she cleared her throat and spoke in a very calm and professional tone, no matter how funny the idea of a hardcore trandoshan gangster having a twi'lek host was.

"Yes I'm here to see Mr.Green, I'm Patricia, is there a problem?" Patricia said stifling another laugh.

The twi'lek ignored the woman and looked down at his datapad, the soft light of the pad illuminated his features slightly as he began to scroll through it checking for the name and photo identification of this woman on the database. After a few seconds the twi'lek looked back up with a very serious face and nodded.

"Not at all Misses Red, please come in." the man said with his droll and professional voice.

"Great, thanks." she said being polite.

"Of course Madame." he said in response.

Patricia stifled a laugh once more then proceeded past the little reception area and around a few stalls. The place really had been growing, and they were selling everything from exotic animals and furs to guns and drugs. If Patricia was still in with the ravens she would of dug this spot and probably killed Mr.Green and taken over operations here. But that was all in the past now, it was time to see what Green wanted.

 

[Miss Blonde]

Time to see what this scaley green bastard had up his sleeves. Patricia stood outside the main tent where they had their little meeting last time around and took a deep breath. Walking in past the guards she entered the thin white cloth tent and put on her best tough face. And as soon as she walked in there was the normal crowd of trandoshan hunters and body guards all wielding assault rifles, blades, and other weapons that caused various forms of painful deaths. But above all the thing she noticed was the claws and teeth, dried blood stained to them and various trophies hanging off their bodies from padawan braids to sith lightsabers and fingers. At least they didn't discriminate when it came to killing force users.

Patricia turned her head and there was the big boss man sitting at his desk Mr.Green, a nickname no doubt but it's what Patricia was going to call him. So she stepped forward gave the man a casual business smile then sat down with her droids covering her back to make sure no one was going to come up behind her and give her throat a cutting.

"So Mr.Green, what do we have today from your wonderful little planet." Patricia said with just a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

"Oh I have ssssomething you'll love. But it won't come cheap at all, had to pry it off the corpssse of a Vong we found laying half dead in the alley." the lizard said with that snake oil smile of his.

Patricia was interested, they pulled it off of a dying Vong so it must of been important. Enough so to call her first for such a prize. Whatever it was the man had her attention.

 

[Miss Blonde]

Patricia mulled over that for a moment, probably wasn't the best idea in the world to be taking from a Vong but either way it wasn't like they were going to find out Mr.Green took something of theirs. Besides this was Yuuzhan'tar, shit happened every day here and no one ever gives a damn. Not like most people are going to actively mourn a Vong. Hell not even the Vong would mourn another Vong, so after Patricia's thought train had reached the station she spoke to the trandoshan in a very calm and friendly but business voice.

"Well I'm interested Mr.Green, please by all means tell me what it is you have." she said not really caring about the condition of the Vong they got it off of.

Mr.Green smirked and snapped his scaled claws together to have his men bring forth what exactly it was they found in that alley. A single trandoshan carrying a jug of some kind of liquid covered by a towel came forward and gently placed the jug down on the table. Afterwards the trandoshan gave a little growl and a nod to Mr.Green before being dismissed by him.

"Had to put it in a jar of life sssupport fluidsss you know how this Vong crap worksss. All organic and living. You ready Mrsss.Red?" he said with that smirk still on his reptilian face.

"I wouldn't of flown out here if I wasn't." she said with her arms now crossed waiting to see what was behind door number one.

 

[Miss Blonde]

Moment of truth time, what was it she came all the way out her for. The trandoshan reached over to the towel and pulled it off to reveal something that would be of great use to Ethan and her in the upcoming and very near future. It was a shaper's hand. The real freaken deal by the looks of it and the creepy part was it was still moving. The hand moved here and there twitching as the life supporting fluids kept the tissue alive and undying. It would be bad business to sell one a hand that was dead and useless.

"You like?" the man said with his wolfish grin.

Patricia knew how to negotiate and haggle, but this was something she knew Mr.Green had her by the short and curlies for. There was no other place to get these besides here and One Sith space with Titan Industries and they would never give out one of these, like ever. So Patricia had to secure the hand, but that didn't mean she couldn't get a good price for it.

"How much do you want?" she said in a almost uninterested voice.

The trandoshan laughed seeing through her ruse and smiled rows of razor sharp teeth at her, he knew he had her against the wall and a big number was coming up. So all Patricia could do was grit her teeth and wait for it.

"Five million creditsss, and two advanced ssshipmentss of weaponss." the trandoshan said in a hungry voice.

 

[Miss Blonde]

Patricia only let out a scoff of disdain and smirked afterwards, that was quite a bit of money for one hand. But she could see how it was of importance to her, with this they could start cloning and studying the hand. Sure it wasn't a master shaper hand but it could be great to start producing new products, all they'd need to do was find a Vong shaper and start cracking at his brains. And that wouldn't be so hard to do, but all thoughts aside it was time to negotiate. So Patricia looked the scalely bastard in the eyes and spoke in a very calm and cold voice.

"Three million and one weapon drop." she said with her haggle.

"This wasn't negotiable my dear, I'm afraid this is the only one and I could have buyers from across the galaxy line up to pay more." he said still wearing that snake oil smile.

"You see you think you can, but how many people are going to come all the way out here to meet with a trandoshan gangster to get this hand that may or may not exist. Not a lot, and do you think they will just pay for it when they could just burn your operation to the ground?" Patricia counter back.

The trandoshan's eyes narrowed and he thought about what she said for a few seconds.

"Four million and two shipments." the trandoshan said calmly.

Now Patricia had him where she wanted him.

 

[Miss Blonde]

Hmmm, that was still a bit too high and Patricia knew it. So she would have to try and bring him down a little here, he was asking for quite a bit and Patricia wasn't exactly made of money. Her corporation was still tier two and losing this much product and money over a hand was never really good at all. So she thought for a moment then looked over to the hand that was still twitching and moving around in the life supporting fluids. It was still pretty freaking creepy and was not something Patricia planned on touching but she knew Ethan would love it. So she crossed her legs and spoke back to the trandoshan with a counter offer.

"Three point five million and one weapon shipment." she said to him.

Mr.Green sat there in silence for a moment and thought about what exactly he wanted and it wasn't that low of an amount. So he grinned again and spoke in his very calm and detached voice that rasped slowly.

"Three point ssseven five and two ssshipments." he said and tapped his claws against his desk one by one.

"Make thisss one worth my while" he said with a smile.

"Four million and one weapon shipment. And that's as high as I will go." she said to the trandoshan in a calm manner.

Mr.green though It over for just a moment before returning with and answer for the blonde.

"Deal Mrsss.Red." the trandoshan smiled brightly and the two shook hand and claw over their little black market shuffle

 

[Miss Blonde]

"Pleasure doing business with you Mr.Green. We'll see you again soon. Also if you can have a few of your boys load up a few baby Amphistaffs into the shuttle, just bill it to me. I need to make a phone call." Patricia said with a smile.

"Likewisse Mrsss.Red, and of course." the trandoshan said and quickly waved over at one of his men to go take care of business.

Patricia transferred the credits to the man over a datapad and made sure weapons were in route, afterwards she grabbed the towel and the jar putting it over the jug so the sun wouldn't damage any tissue. She grabbed it and walked towards the exit her droids following her. Afterwards they exited back out into the humid jungle air and pollution of the city and walked towards her shuttle where the cages of the baby Amphistaffs were being loaded up to.

Taking her new hand she smiled and handed it over to the robot and got inside the cabin of the shuttle. She sat back and relaxed in the seats comfy and ready to go. She was elated to be leaving this planet again and soon she was going to head home. But before that she grabbed her long range communicator and got ready to send a message over to Ethan.

 

[Miss Blonde]

Send message//
Contact// [member="Ethan Alde"]

Message//
I just got something from the trandoshan's you're gonna love. A shaper's hand, it's not a master class hand but it's adept to say the least. You owe me two million, I'm going to send this over to you, I recommend you start the cloning process before the hand dies. I'm headed home for the evening but the hand will be on it's way and be there in a few hours so be ready.

Message sent//

Patricia sighed and laid back on the comfy seats as the ship blasted off headed for Relovian. After dropping her off she would have the shuttle make it's way over to Ethan's headquarters to drop off the hand.

 

[Darth Vulcanus]

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

Ethan sat back in his office, eyes locked onto the beautiful landscape outside. It had been a long day of firing scientists who didn't lack the proper amount of moral objectivity that it took to work at Spaarti. There were no such things as ideals or morals in Ethan's office. Nope, forward was the battle cry and profit was the spoils he was after.

As he sat back musing to himself, a message suddenly popped up on his holoscreen.

Message From: Patricia Susan Garter
I just got something from the trandoshan's you're gonna love. A shaper's hand, it's not a master class hand but it's adept to say the least. You owe me two million, I'm going to send this over to you, I recommend you start the cloning process before the hand dies. I'm headed home for the evening but the hand will be on it's way and be there in a few hours so be ready.

Ethan re-read the message twice to make sure he had caught everything. The coat over the back of his office chair fluttered in the air as he spun towards the window, snake oil smile on his face. "A shaper hand? Oh Mrs. Garter you are too kind."