Mission Are you going to eat that

[Quin Vista]

"Alien?!" Quin shouted as he stood in the line. He looked around wildly at the plethora of various species in the starport customs waiting for entrance to their destination world. His lavendar skin darkened as a flush crept up his neck and heated his face. "Blast it or something! Where is it?!"

"I meant you, miss." The customs agent, a fleshy pink skinned human, said, "You're not a human from this planet, and you're not a citizen of this world. You are an alien here."

Quin calmed, his shoulders relaxing and the darkening of his skin slowly subsided with the heat leaving his skin.

"You scared me there." Quin said with an exaggerated sigh, "I thought you saw like an xenomorph or something."

"A what?" The pink flesh man asked, face going oddly placid with confusion.

"You know. From holos and stuff. Scary, acid blood, eat people. Like Banthas but murdery." Quin replied as he held out his identification again.

The man paused and shook his head as he took the Identification and scanned it.

"There is a lot to unpack there." The man said as he handed back the I.D., "Do me a favor and don't come back on my shift. I'm tired of getting the weirdos."

"You get aliens AND weirdos?" Quin asked with sincere concern, "I'm sorry, pink guy. That must be tough. Well, I'll just get going. Be safe. You're pretty fleshy, aliens would gobble you like Atrisian dumplings."

Quin walked by the gawking customs agent and collected his luggage. The smells of speeder grease, body fluids, and hot duracrete filled the air. Quin inhaled deeply and gave a pleased sigh.

"Smells like money." He said to no one in particular before he saw a droid sparking slightly near it mobility system. It looked like it was emptying trash from the streets and…Quin looked around, not doing a very good job.


He walked up the the droid causing two speeders to crash as they avoided him. He put down his luggage, overloaded the droids power supply to force a shut down and started pulling the droid apart to fix it. It was a weird droid. He had no idea how it was supposed to work but he was sure he could figure it out.

"Wait," Quin said as he stood and looked back at the starport, "Did that pink fether call me 'miss'?"

 

[Harajuba]

Slithering or rather trying to slither through the streets, the ornate 'walking' cane he carried clacked against the hard streets below with each movement forward. A different planet. A different spaceport. Same old attempts at recruiting newcomers into his business. Harajuba was on the lookout for a pretty face in all species - his clients liked a variety after all. Whom was he to judge?

Honeyed colored eyes immediately caught something unusual however. They narrowed behind red sunglasses, as if trying to discern what he was seeing was correct. So far it appeared to be so.

'Walking' stick clacked against the street once more as he slithered in the direction of the man pulling apart the waste management droid. An odd thing to do in daylight, even on a planet such as this. Bold. Unusual. Brazen. Which meant in typical Harajuba fashion he was going to say something, even if the other didn't understand Huttese.

[[ Attempting to chop a droid in broad daylight? You've got a pair on you. ]]

A deep belly laugh, pleased at his own joke.

 

[Quin Vista]

Harajuba

Quin had bent down and was angrily putting tools back in his luggage. He had to go and set that human straight. He wasn't a 'Miss'. That was somehow sexist, racist, and probably some other 'ist' all in one statement. The guy had scanned his I.D. for kark's sake!

He stood as he put gis last tool into his case and looked back to see an accident in the street. Bad drivers, man. They were everywhere. He was moments from crossing the street when he heard a clack-cllacking and a voice clearly directed at him.

"I was just about to go tell that pink customs guy the same thing!" Quin said as he tossed his hands out in exasperation, "My pair are bigger than his!"

He grabbed his case to storm off when he saw he was talking to a well dressed Hutt with a walking stick.

"Why do you have a walking stick?" Quin asked, "Is it the sound? Clack clack let's them know your coming right?"

He pointed a finger gun at the Hutt, the droid in pieces forgotten.

"That's pretty smart."

 

[Harajuba]

"Why do you have a walking stick?" Quin asked, "Is it the sound? Clack clack let's them know your coming right?"

He pointed a finger gun at the Hutt, the droid in pieces forgotten.

"That's pretty smart."

Another laugh and a final clang on the streets as his massive form came to a halt to speak to this gregarious stranger. Harajuba was not so worried he would be pick-pocketed, after all, it was hard to reach into his might fat folds and find his credcards. One upside to being large ; most tended not to mess with him, despite his slow mobility.

[[ If one cannot see my form coming, then they must be blind. ]] Amusement danced in the Hutt's eyes. [[ More for fashion, the walking stick. Part of a curated look. I want to be noticed. It seems to be working. ]]

Walking stick pointed to the droid.

[[ You have talents that far exceed mere droid theft. Swindling would do you well. ]]

Quin Vista

 

[Quin Vista]

Quin looked at the Hutt fashionista and tried to figure out what the hell they were talking about. Quin's violet eyes squinted, and he tried to mentally run through what he could have done that he wasn't…wait, droid? He slowly looked back and saw some dismantled droid sitting in the sidewalk. What kind of moron just leaves a broken droid on the ground, outside, in public? People on this world are pretty dumb.

"Someone should probably put that thing back together." He said, as he thought about what he would do to put it back together and likely make it better. "Looks like a trash collection droid, probably about a hundred and fifty galactic standard years old too. Vintage."

Quin turned back and faced the Hutt and had completely forgotten about the swindling or much of anything aside from the fact that this was probably the best dressed Hutt he'd ever seen. He held out his hand somehow recalling some sort of manners once again to shake, got distracted and pinched his fingers into the Hutt's collar and felt the fur.

"Wow is this real?" He said with genuine amazement, "It's so soft. What kind of animal has this kind of fur? Wait! Did you eat it? How did it taste?"

Harajuba

 

[Harajuba]

Harajuba reached a short, fatty arm out to shake the others hand - only for the Nautolan to get distracted and touch the collar of his fur coat. However, the mighty Hutt was not offended. Instead he was more impressed that finally someone had taken an interest in his carefully curated look - one he had spent a lot of time and credits on.

[[ Real as you and I my friend! ]]

Posturing a little in his outfit, Harajuba continued.

[[ Wampa fur my friend. The headhunter had to skin two due to my great size. Unfortunately, I did not eat the beast. ]] The Hutt paused and gestured to himself. [[ The outfit befits a souteneur , no? ]]

Honeyed eyes looked Quin Vista up and down once more.

[[ What are you doing on planet friend? ]]

 

[Quin Vista]

Quin had begun to lean in to smell the fur and suddenly realized the Hutt was still there. He stepped back to give the guy some room and kept admiring the snappy duds. He nodded and mouthed the word 'Wampa' with wide eyed exaggeration, silently dragging out each syllable 'waahhhhmmmpahhhh'. The guy didn't eat the animals it came from, which was a huge surprise, but whatever. Quin didn't actually remember what a wampa looked like, but he didn't really think chunky was opposed to gobbling some ugly creatures. Wait...what? Suitenur? Oh!

"Suit-en-nor!" Quin said with a serious nod as he finally came back to the conversation. "Yeah, you look like the type that makes great clothes. I'd buy one. Not the same size. That would be like a four room pavilion tent for me, but it looks great."

He looked around suddenly. He couldn't remember where he had put his travel case!

Oh.

It was in his hand.

"I'm on planet looking for work and I need to pick up the ship I bought on the holonet." He said thinking about the big de-militarized gunship he had found on a market website, "It's going to be expensive to restore it and add a hyperdrive. But I'm pretty good at making stuff."

Harajuba

 

[Harajuba]

"Suit-en-nor!" Quin said with a serious nod as he finally came back to the conversation. "Yeah, you look like the type that makes great clothes. I'd buy one. Not the same size. That would be like a four room pavilion tent for me, but it looks great."

Harajuba blinked once. The one did not get burdened with an over abundance of brain cells. Perhaps his mother had drank when he was forming....or did this creature spawn in swamps? Difficult to tell, he wasn't familiar with the offspring process for most species. Wasn't important.

[[ A souteneur is a pimp. Why else would I dress this way. ]]

The man was looking to pick up ship. Harajuba had no real plans for the day. Some business but when one was at the top of a small pond, there was no reason to keep to a strong schedule. He commanded, people came to him.

[[ Mind if I come along? ]]

Quin Vista

 

[Quin Vista]

Pimp? This guy? Well, it takes all kinds, he guessed. Quin shrugged at the Hutt and lifted his arms in a single helpless flap. He didn't think there was any reason not to dress in a fancy coat but maybe he'd been wrong. How often did he ask the various weirdly dressed people around the galaxy if they were a pimp? Not once. That's how often.

"Come along where?" He asked as his train of pimp thought was derailed by the question. "To eat? You're probably hungry, huh?"

He grabbed his bag and started to turn in a circle looking for a place with food.

"There has to be something around here."

Harajuba

 

[Harajuba]

"To eat? You're probably hungry, huh?"

[[ Why do people think we always want food? ]]

His massive size had something to do with it. However, it wasn't as if he couldn't eat. Harajuba was mighty and had a very mighty appetite to go along with it. His newfound friend was looking in a circle as if food was magically to appear. It gave the Hutt pause. Either the man's mother had taken drugs during pregnancy or the man had warped his brain huffing speeder fumes during his youth.

Maybe both.

[[ It can be a challenge to find somewhere to serve my mighty hulk. Credits are of no concern, however. Let us break bread together, my treat. You pick the place my friend. ]]

His massive hand pointed his walking stick forward.

[[ There are some ahead. I noticed earlier. Lead the way, you are faster. ]]

Quin Vista