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11.27.2012 , 12:03 AM |
Sigh, double posting again.
: Home Ec
: Taking Out the Trash
: Rixik, Gault, Skadge
Occurs directly after
. Spoilers for BH Belsavis. Not quite 530 words.
Technically, this doesn’t qualify as Home Ec in the strict sense, since it really deals with removing an unwanted crew member, as opposed to say, unwanted odors or stains. Even Rixik can’t stand Skadge.
Rixik pulled the scrambler circuit off the holoterminal feed and stuffed the trailing wires back in their compartment.
“That didn’t sound like it went well,” Gault said, safely out of reach on the catwalk overlooking the cargo bay.
“About what I expected,” Rixik said, kicking the compartment closed, “Hey Skadge!” he yelled, “Getcher face out of the chiller, I want to talk to you.”
Gault winced, “You actually want to talk to him?” he asked.
“For this I do,” Rixik said.
Skadge clumped up the stairs, bulled his way past Gault and marched straight up to Rixik. He glowered down at the smaller Twi’lek, “You got a lot of nerve.”
“Stuff it. I got a job for you,” Rixik said.
“I ain’t your gopher, puny Twi’lek,” Skadge grumbled.
Rixik stepped in closer, poking one finger in the middle of the Houk’s massive chest, “You got a problem? I can turn around and dump your *ss back on Belsavis. That was the deal, in case you’ve blinked since then.”
“Yeah, yeah. Maybe I’ll strike out on my own. I know people.”
“There’s the airlock. Go for it,” Rixik growled.
Skadge glowered some more, then laughed, a phlegmy, choking sound, “Funny. Alright, what’s yer job? I’m bored around here anyway.”
Rixik crossed to the data console and retrieved the holocap from his conversation with Andalar, “Want you to kill this guy. Andalar Greyson.”
Skadge tried to push past Rixik to the console, but the Twi’lek refused to give ground. “Heh,” Skadge said, looking over Rixik’s shoulder, “Just a human. No problem.”
“Glad you think so.”
“So you want anything special for this guy?” Skadge asked, “something fun?”
Rixik glared up at the mountain of Skadge, “Dead. Don’t get fancy. He’s a hunter so he knows the business.”
Skadge laughed again, “Ooo, I’m scared.”
“Don’t get fancy, Skadge,” Rixik warned, “It’s not going to be like popping the heads off scientists.”
“Heh. That was fun.”
“Gonna drop you at the next port with an expense chit. You blow it all on girls and booze and you’re walking back,” Rixik said, “then I shoot you in the face for being an idiot.”
“All right, I get it,” Skadge rumbled, “I’ll kill this Andalar guy for you.”
“Good. Get your gear,” Rixik said. Skadge stomped off, shouldering Gault aside again as he headed for his bunk in the crew quarters.
Gault snuck back into the main room, “Are you insane?” he hissed, “Andalar will
Rixik snorted, “That’s the point,” he said, “Meatwalls do have their uses.”
“Oh, stars, you’ve gamed this all out haven’t you?” Gault said.
“Of course,” Rixik said, listening for a moment to make sure Skadge was still rummaging around in his bunk, “I’m not going to miss him. If he succeeds, great. Meanwhile, we take out Andalar’s client. No client, no contract.”
Gault seized Rixik’s shoulder, “What if Kirya isn’t his client?”
Rixik shook him loose, “Then I use the bounty to bankroll a search to find out who is.”
“I hope you know what you’re doing, boss,” Gault said.
“Game’s no fun without risk,” Rixik said with a sharp-toothed grin.
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