A Completely Legal Proposition [Mia]

[Jorgo]

Nar Shaddaa Skyline - Jorgo's Yacht

Jorgo had just been given ownership of a massive shipment of spice -Glitterstim, one of the most valuable- and now had the task of smuggling it across the galaxy to a buyer on Tatooine. The spice had been given to him in return for a small group of Twi'lek slave dancers. He'd had been sad to see them go. They were a fine bunch.

Nonetheless, he'd been unable to turn down the offer. The glitterstim was certain to make a profit when sold, given the value it held in comparison to the Twi'leks. He'd be making thousands of credits. The only hitch was that glitterstim was a wee bit... illegal. He'd decided to entrust a Mandalorian with the job.

They were known for their abilities, and it seemed only logical given the value of the payload that he should entrust a skilled merc to smuggle it across a very busy trade route, peppered in law enforcement. The Mando was due to turn up soon. Then they would talk prices, and hopefully by the end of the day there'd be a very happy buyer in Tatooine, and a very rich Hutt back on Nar Shaddaa.

For the time being, he waited in the main lounge of his yacht. His personal bodyguards had been instructed to allow a Mando matching @[member="Mia Monroe"]'s description in, and she would then be walked to the lounge, where they would talk prices. The spice was in the storage room out back.

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Huts were disgusting beings. They smelt bad and the looked even worse but they paid well and provided you didn't screw them over you were almost always guaranteed to get regular work from them. So when she received word form her contact on Nar Shadda she had leapt at the opportunity to get her hands dirty. Clad head to toe in her amour her hird transport approached the yacht and she climbed aboard. At first the guards moved to stop her, but she removed her helmet so they could see her face and let her through.

Helm under arm she followed her escort to Jorgo's lounge a small smile creeping onto her face. "Achute Jorgo." she said her huttese flawless despite how long it had been since she last spoke it. "I understand you're looking for a smuggler."

 

[Jorgo]

Jorgo looked upon @[member="Mia Monroe"] with scrutiny, smiling as he became fully confident that he'd chosen the right man (or woman) for the job. The Mando had been wearing full armour. That was a good sign. Beskar armour didn't come cheap. Jorgo couldn't help but be impressed that she also knew Huttese. That was a skill you didn't find among common-garden mercs. "Perhaps I am." Taking a deep breath and fully examining the woman for any apparent weaponry in line with the law, he didn't see anything obvious.

Nonetheless, Jorgo decided to check Mia for bugs. he'd learned to be cautious of bugs since the police had come by the other day on suspicion of drug possession. He'd shooed them away with a few credits in the back hand, but nonetheless it had taught him a valuable lesson. Nodding to the right, a Merc came from the wings, quickly scanning Mia with a device that would detect any form of bugs. It didn't show anything. "The spices are out back. First- name your price. I'm willing to give you two-thousand five-hundred credits max."

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Mia flicked her eyes over the merc as he stepped forward with a scanning device. Mia raised an eyebrow at the gesture but said nothing. If the hutt was nervous that was his problem not hers, she had nothing to worry about aside from how much money she was to be paid. She smiled at his first offer. "Naming a price without giving me details?" Mia shook her head "Not how I do business."

She surveyed Jorgo for a moment before continuing. "You've answered my first question, without me having to ask it. But I have two more for you. How much spice are we talking and where am I taking it?" She didn't like the way he said 'max' and that instantly put the price up.

 

[Jorgo]

"Of course. How rude of me. You're taking roughly ten kilograms of glitterstim to Tatooine. Feel free to use your own ship. You'll have 3 days to get it there. I expect all of it to remain intact. I won't tell you the exact details for security reasons, but we're talking big money here. The glitterstim is locked inside a highly secure durasteel crate. You'd be an idiot to attempt to break into it. I won't hesitate to send a squadron of Trandoshans to capture you if you do, or if you sell it someone else. You don't want to spend the rest of your life as a Hutt slave, I'll tell you. I've got a few spaces for dancers now, come to think of it."

Jorgo was confident in @[member="Mia Monroe"]'s abilities, but threats were still a good idea, given the potential for betrayal. You didn't see many cowards in full Beskar. "Now you've got the information, name your price." The Hutt smiled, settling back on the massive marble slab that sufficed for a throne.

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Mia gave Jargo a cold smile, threats were always expected from a new customer. They all suffered from the same paranoia brought on by multiple idiots that like to screw everyone else up. Mia wasn't a fool. The first things she learnt working with her father was this:

You don't feth with a Hutt.

"Well, first off, the questionable legality of this bumps up the price. Secondly, you threatened me and that always causes a tax and thirdly, I always use my ship and I need cover for any potential damage." As she counted things off in her mind she found herself thinking of Ranger and a grin formed on her face.

"Five thousand, credits. Half now, half when the drop is done. Screw me over and I will come for you myself." It was double his first offer, but it was always good to aim high and settle for a realistic price in the middle.

 

[Jorgo]

"Tax for threatening you? Seems like you owe me some money already then." Tax for threats? @[member="Mia Monroe"] was already pushing it. Leaning in slightly closer, he exhaled slightly. "...I'm not going to give you any money for 'making threats.' Those weren't hollow threats, I must add. Your first demand is only logical. However your third..." Pursing his lips, Jorgo wondered how to respond to this. It was rather unnecessary.

"My opinion of you cannot help but be lowered. I presumed you were good enough to make a relatively short distance from planet to planet, along a well-established trade route, no less, without risk of damage, given your Mandalorian status. Apparently I was mistaken. "I'll give you three-thousand credits. Fifteen-hundred now, fifteen hundred once I get a response from my client."

"Should I fail to get a response within two days, you won't get the money, and you'll be on the wrong end of one of my previous threats."

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Mia shrugged she didn't care what opinion Jorgo had of her. It wasn't her intention to become friends with him. Thi ws a job, nothing more and nothing less. How she did the job would be what left a lasting an opinion on Jorgo. Everything before was just a game between business people. One she had almost forgotten how to play.

"Oh, I'm good enough. If i wasn't you wouldn't have contacted me. My concern is that you hutts surround yourselves with mercs and being one myself know how much they love to talk." she left the rest unsaid. If a merc spoke with a member of the republic she would have them all over her tail.

"Four thousand. Two now, two when I make the drop." She countered.

 

[Jorgo]

Jorgo saw where this was going. Four thousand credits was a bit more than he would've liked to pay. Perhaps it would be good to soften @[member="Mia Monroe"] somewhat, given her less than optimal mood. Nodding to the Twi'lek slaves by his side, they briefly stepped from the now silent lounge before bringing back a tray of Tarisian ale. "The Mandalorians hold Taris at present, or so I believe. I hope this will be to your taste." The slaves handed her a full glass and Jorgo gestured to a nearby seat so that she could sit. Jorgo smiled to the slaves as they passed him the other glass, taking a long sip. "Back to business." Using his massive tongue to wipe his lips clean of the liquid, he gave Mia time to drink.

"Four thousand is indeed generous." Too generous, in fact. "I'll make a gentle compromise with you. One-thousand, seven-hundred and fifty credits each way. Three-thousand five-hundred credits total." Jorgo was a bit unhappy. His last offer was both generous and reasonable, but the Mando had still refused. The spice had better turn up on time in perfect condition. If it didn't, Jorgo would place a bounty on the woman's head faster than she could apologise. The spice was worth at least ten-thousand credits, if not twenty or even thirty.

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Mia liked that Jorgo was unhappy. She wasn't a fan of the huts so working for them always made her bump up the prices, and considering this was a ne contact the price would always start high. If things went smoothly and both parties were happy with the delivery, then she would lower her price.

"Three thousand five hundred it is then." she said raising her glass and taking a sip of the ale. It wasn't normally her drink of choice, but it was nice enough. Now for the details. "Do you have a specific drop point in Tatooine or is that my choice and how do I get hold of your contact?."

 

[Jorgo]

Jorgo let a small smile spread across his face as the haggling came to an end. He couldn't stand bartering. He liked fixed prices, set in stone. Kept things consistent. Mercs were always keen to squeeze every last credit out of things, no matter how trivial. @[member="Mia Monroe"] had better deliver the spices on time, given the price he'd payed for her services.

"Hammerhead. Land your ship in the main docking point and ask for a transfer from your ship to the Interstellar Queen. If they ask who you're delivering for, say Jorgo. Once I get a response from my contact, I'll have the remainder of the credits transferred to your account. If I don't get a response within exactly two days starting from when you leave this yacht with the glitterstim in your ship, be warned-"

"-I will find you. And then I will kill you."

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Mia chuckled at Jorgo's final threat. "Always a pleasure to do business with a hutt." she replied setting th glass of ale down on the table before them. Mia was a woman of her word, and she wad damn good at what she did. Jorgo's cargo would be there, and it would be early. If she made it worth every last credit he paid, he'd ask he would become a solid contact.

One could always use a solid contact within the huts. Not only for work, but for information too. They had there slimy thumbs in all the pies and that was too good an opportunity to pass up, especially if she was to start down her route of removing Alleria from her positions at the top. "Shall we get the cargo loaded then?"