Nar Shaddaa

"Have you seen the latest season of Jedi Knight? I binged it yesterday. The plot is getting more frayed by nonsense, and they have less and less regard for realism. When Vera ground the interceptor on Tatooine she almost wedged into a herd of banthas, and they did not react! In normal circumstances they would go fucking crazy. I know Jedi powers are always a convenient plot glue but this time she didn't do any Force woosh-woosh, just dusted off and went to meet the Jawas. That's nonsense. I wish luck to anyone who would try this IRL. C'mon, drive a ship into bantha balls!"

Moyr was trying to chat up while waiting in another crowd of seemingly aimless people.

"I mean, the acting in the show is good, even if the plot is rubbish."

That sort of small talk continued for a short while before another stranger slipped her a note, much like what had happened last time. A door, the code to open the lock, and the location.

Moyr discreetly followed the instructions to the new meeting place, already familiar with the procedure.

Everything was similar enough to before. The woman in charge before walked up to meet with Moyr and nodded. "They want the chemicals. Well, they said, 'find out more' but that means they want them. We have the credits to meet the price as long as they aren't ridiculous."

She offered her hand for a handshake. "And good work."

The Wraith shook her hand.

"Great news indeed. We're talking about two canisters o Sarinto-RH from a reliable, corporate source. Each of those is 3,500 liters at 2,200 pounds per square inch. The market price is 7,000 credits per canister, but I managed to bring it down to 5,500. I gain nothing in this, no kickbacks. At the moment I am even willing to co-sponsor the effort by throwing in 1,000 of my own to make it a round sum for the rest."

She paused.

"The canisters have a pressure valve with a small pump to help with the dispersal. Though please remember that such weaponry is most effective when released into confined spaces. So if it goes through the ducts, the possible leaks should be sealed off first."

"Where will be meeting with this source? And is this source aware of whom he is selling to at all? Are these containers traced in any way?" The woman then shook her head. "The capital we can produce will suffice. Your information is enough. Thank you for the offer, though."

She nodded. "We know what we're doing with the ducts and such. Where do you think you are right now? These are out-of-date maintenance tunnels re-purposed for the cause."

"The meeting with the source can be established following your protocols. I am happy letting this be done your way. It can be here, on Nal Hutta, or even elsewhere in the system. I may liaise with exchanging details of transaction but do not have to be present on the spot. My business partner is quite flexible about modes and places of delivery, and confidentiality is a signature of his company, so they should be untraced." Moyr nodded. "I am glad you know what you're doing. This way I don't have to inquire about the details of the operation. All I count on is that you'll make it count, make a real difference."

"You may come to the exchange if you wish. That may be preferable if you believe your contact will want to 'see' a familiar face. We will not be doing so at one of our meeting rooms. Instead, it'll be at another secure location." A pause. "Likely on Nal Hutta."

The woman gave a small laugh. "We have a list of targets for the next few days. It will be a 'reaping season' or something of the sort. I don't write the speeches myself. But anyways, the chemicals will be used to make an excellent reception for one our dear Hutt 'friends.'"

"It sounds like a carnival, I could just sit and watch the fireworks." Moyr laughed. "Nal Hutta then. How will I learn the coordinates?"

"With those chemicals, it won't be flashy. Just a slow death." She shook her head. "Not nearly slow enough compared to what some of us have gone through." The woman then nodded and placed a coordinate on the map. "Make sure only your friend comes. If he brings and help, we'll bail."

Moyr nodded. "I'll make sure he's absolutely clear about it." Moyr quickly checked where these coordinates were pointing to.

"Good. The time stamp should be reasonable enough for you to reach the meeting if you want."

"All right." Moyr suggested an hour, then nodded. "See you tomorrow then?"

The woman nodded. "Certainly. Remember to be prepared for the weather. Damn Hutts polluted the planet."

"I won't be my first time on Nal Hutta, I know what to expect. No outside interference should be a primary concern. The rest is just an inconvenience."

The Wraith bowed, then made her way out.

/exit