Post by Puppetmaster on Dec 29, 2010 9:41:12 GMT -5
Kan Rook was laying in his bunk, secluded in his quarters, and listening to music he had been introduced to back before he became a warden. The music was completely synthetic; no ‘real’ instruments had been used in its composition. As he stared at the dark grey ceiling above him, the electronic sounds washed over him as the drums and bass throbbed in his ears. He closed his eyes and started to methodically relax his body, when his music was temporarily muted and he heard, “Captain, sir, Narcalla the Hutt has just contacted us about a job. Would you like me to put him through?”
The Kel Dor sighed. One of these days he’d get to relax. “Put him through, audio only.” Kan muted his music, just in time to hear, “Kan, my old friend! You’re not dead yet, I take it?”
He chuckled, “No, I’m still alive, no thanks to the jobs you keep sending my way. Who is it this time, Narcalla?”
“Ah, that’s what makes this job fit for you alone, Mr. Rook. Not just a single person is your target this time. If it was just one of these men, one of my bounty hunters could take care of it. No, no. I need you to take down WookTrade.”
Kan paused. He was really glad he had this conversation on audio only, because he was sure that the look of shock on his face could be read by even the most brain dead Hutt. “WookTrade, as in the highly successful slaving company, WookTrade?”
Narcalla laughed, “Yes, that WookTrade. Don’t worry though, I’m not talking about storming their HQ and purging the building one floor at a time, as much as that would please me…” The Hutt trailed off, wistfully picturing such a scene, and then quickly resumed the conversation. “No, what I want you to do is take out all of the major players in the company. I will invite all of them to my club on Nar Shaddaa, Nocturnal Transmission, in one weeks time. All I ask is that you kill or capture everyone in the VIP section, and then the company will collapse in on itself, with a little help from myself of course.”
Nodding to himself, Kan said, “I’ll take it. I’m going to require extra pay for each executive captured, though. Speaking of which, how many will there be?”
“There will be nine executives, with each of them having an unknown amount of bodyguards. These guys are very cautious, as they should be.”
“Very well, these executives will be imprisoned on my ship in a week’s time.”
Narcalla laughed again, a deep, hearty, satisfied laugh. “Such confidence! It is always a pleasure doing business with you Mr. Rook. I look forward to hearing of the downfall of WookTrade!”
The Kel Dor sighed. One of these days he’d get to relax. “Put him through, audio only.” Kan muted his music, just in time to hear, “Kan, my old friend! You’re not dead yet, I take it?”
He chuckled, “No, I’m still alive, no thanks to the jobs you keep sending my way. Who is it this time, Narcalla?”
“Ah, that’s what makes this job fit for you alone, Mr. Rook. Not just a single person is your target this time. If it was just one of these men, one of my bounty hunters could take care of it. No, no. I need you to take down WookTrade.”
Kan paused. He was really glad he had this conversation on audio only, because he was sure that the look of shock on his face could be read by even the most brain dead Hutt. “WookTrade, as in the highly successful slaving company, WookTrade?”
Narcalla laughed, “Yes, that WookTrade. Don’t worry though, I’m not talking about storming their HQ and purging the building one floor at a time, as much as that would please me…” The Hutt trailed off, wistfully picturing such a scene, and then quickly resumed the conversation. “No, what I want you to do is take out all of the major players in the company. I will invite all of them to my club on Nar Shaddaa, Nocturnal Transmission, in one weeks time. All I ask is that you kill or capture everyone in the VIP section, and then the company will collapse in on itself, with a little help from myself of course.”
Nodding to himself, Kan said, “I’ll take it. I’m going to require extra pay for each executive captured, though. Speaking of which, how many will there be?”
“There will be nine executives, with each of them having an unknown amount of bodyguards. These guys are very cautious, as they should be.”
“Very well, these executives will be imprisoned on my ship in a week’s time.”
Narcalla laughed again, a deep, hearty, satisfied laugh. “Such confidence! It is always a pleasure doing business with you Mr. Rook. I look forward to hearing of the downfall of WookTrade!”