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07.17.2012 , 08:46 PM |
Mix It Up
, with my smuggler Nic and my old Giradda the Hutt homegirl Crezelle! No spoilers.
Nic didn’t like the look of the docking bay the
settled into. It was mostly okay, except the Chagrian contact who had paid for her shipment of reactive duraplex casings wasn’t there; instead there was a voluptuous Chiss woman in practical work clothes.
Reactive duraplex casings were a little too expensive to be playing loose business with.
She settled down and signaled Akaavi and Risha to come with her to meet the stranger. “Hiya,” she called. “Name’s Nic. Can I do something for you?”
“I had to take over the pickup,” explained the Chiss. She had a shameless Imperial accent. “I’ve got your credits.”
“I have some reservations about surprise pickup switcheroos,” said Nic.
“You could try to reach your original buyer, but he’s a little too dead to answer. I’ve got your asking price, and I’ll be out of your hair.”
Um. Nic eyed the scar running down one side of the Chiss woman’s face. “…Great! I think we can do busin…hello, what have we here?”
The reason for the subject switch was a tall slim human male…probably human? His eyes were black, all black. He was strikingly handsome and possibly less crazy than the Chiss.
The Chiss smirked. “This is my associate Vector. I’m Crezelle, by the way. Vector here helps me with diplomatic relations.”
“Really? Facilitating diplomatic relations is a specialty of mine.” Nic was pretty sure she actually heard Risha rolling her eyes. “I’m Nic. We should trade tips.”
“Greetings. This could be a constructive exercise,” said Vector cautiously.
“I sure think so. Whaddya say? Drinks, stims, and other interesting activities over at the cantina tonight?”
“Ah…tonight is less than practical for us,” said Vector. He looked down at Crezelle. “If we are to make the Dance of Gathering, we will have to depart soon.”
Crezelle tilted her head and grinned. “Where are your manners, Vector? If our new friend wants interesting activities, we could invite her.” She looked to Nic. “You girls can come along, if you want to see how Killiks party.”
“I do not want to see how Killiks party,” said Akaavi levelly.
“What are Killiks?” said Nic.
Crezelle’s grin broadened. “Oh. Oh, I think you’ll like it.”
“Um. Imperials who ‘know what I’m going to like’ very rarely give me things I like.”
“You ‘Pubs are awfully uptight about that kind of thing. Come on, live a little.”
“I want to live a lot. Not trusting Imperials helps with that.”
“Your loss. Guess I’ll have to keep the membrosia for myself.” Crezelle giggled. “It’s a high like nothing you’ve ever had, I guarantee.”
Risha made a small alarmed noise. Nic perked up. “Is it, now?”
Nic and Risha reeled off Crezelle’s lovely ship with their arms wrapped around each other for support. Crezelle’s ship was really lovely. Her crew was lovely. The membrosia of the Killik hive was entirely lovely. The bugs, after the pheromones overcame her initial hysterical meltdown and gibbering fear of arthropods, were lovely.
“Thanks for the lift home,” said Nic, remembering her manners.
“We are traditionally the designated driver,” said Vector. “You’re welcome.”
Crezelle slipped her arm around his waist and hardly swayed at all. “Come back any time to enjoy the nest, sweetie. But next time, keep your hands off Vector.”
“I kept hands off,” said Nic. “There were no hands. Right? There weren’t any hands.”
“There were hands,” reported Risha.
“Oh. Uh, sorry?”
Crezelle chortled. “Well, honeybee, I do owe you one for Voss. So I'll be gracious this time." She winked at Nic. "As for you, I can’t fault your taste.”
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