Popo
I'm Sexy and I Know It
He'd not called in a long time. At least, by her point of view, he was sure. Years, probably, though for Popo years weren't that long. He'd plenty to spare, at least. Unfortunately, human women were odd when it came to that sort of thing. Granted, it was always business between them, though the Force only knew there was once a time he'd have forcibly grown legs to chase the red head across the galaxy and back if he could.
As the line dialed, he sat back and pondered. He needed materials and supplies to make ends meet. Not just for him, but for others. He'd be fine, if only a bit lighter in the pocket, but the survivors on his station needed quite a bit. Rations, water... Everything from foodstuffs to toilet paper until proper supply lines could be re-established and reliable power set back into place. And that was just the basics. He also needed medical supplies and basic repair materials. Holes needed to be patched, wiring redone, plus the equipment to boot. Tenloss had some, of course, but it was spread out and used in portions, not as a whole. Thankfully, he knew Danger dealt in that sort of thing in bulk. She shifted goods and materials across the galaxy in numbers that would make a logistics officer's head spin off his shoulders at a glance.
He also knew that she shifted it across his own supply lines and that of the Wheel's, which made the choice exceptionally simple. Hopefully, she was up to the task. Hopefully, so was his wallet. As the commlink connected, he cleared his throat and attempted to sound less weary than he actually was. With luck, it would actually work.
"Hello, Mrs. Arceneau," the Hutt's deep voice rumbled. "This is Popo."
[member="Danger Arceneau"]
As the line dialed, he sat back and pondered. He needed materials and supplies to make ends meet. Not just for him, but for others. He'd be fine, if only a bit lighter in the pocket, but the survivors on his station needed quite a bit. Rations, water... Everything from foodstuffs to toilet paper until proper supply lines could be re-established and reliable power set back into place. And that was just the basics. He also needed medical supplies and basic repair materials. Holes needed to be patched, wiring redone, plus the equipment to boot. Tenloss had some, of course, but it was spread out and used in portions, not as a whole. Thankfully, he knew Danger dealt in that sort of thing in bulk. She shifted goods and materials across the galaxy in numbers that would make a logistics officer's head spin off his shoulders at a glance.
He also knew that she shifted it across his own supply lines and that of the Wheel's, which made the choice exceptionally simple. Hopefully, she was up to the task. Hopefully, so was his wallet. As the commlink connected, he cleared his throat and attempted to sound less weary than he actually was. With luck, it would actually work.
"Hello, Mrs. Arceneau," the Hutt's deep voice rumbled. "This is Popo."
[member="Danger Arceneau"]
