Private Black Medicine <Code-Zero>

[Kivah]

Das

Kivah swallowed the ball of saliva the reflexively filled her mouth at the mention of steak. It'd been a long time since she'd had real, fresh, meat. On Cathar they'd just go hunting and could start cooking it to perfection within minutes of a kill. Memories of trips with her father and sister doing just that swam up and she fought back the urge to go for a visit, laughing at Das instead. She was right, but Kivah didn't want her to know she was. "Easy guess, but as soon as I'm dry again I'll be fine."

The next few blocks passed in a blur of silence as Kivah gave thought to the question of what she really wanted. "Maybe a place of my own. I'm tired of living in cheapest rooms or seeing who'll let me crash in theirs." She'd been resistant to the idea so far. A more expensive or permanent place would hurt to leave and she liked to bounce around the Corporate Sector and occasionally as far as Coruscant, but she'd been having a few ideas.

Soon enough, Kivah was at the meeting place where she smoothly pulled the overloaded bobber in alongside a nondescript cargo skiff with faded rental markings plastering its rounded nose. She gave the three humanoids manning it a look-over before deciding they were alright. "Got a delivery for Mr. Johnson."

 

[Das]

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//: Tags: Kivah
//: District VI, ETTI IV

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“Ah, yes!” Das chirped. “Nothing beats owning the roof over your head.” The idea of a place to call your home was one that shifted a lot for Das. When she was little, home meant living with mom and dad in their two bedroom apartment on Denon.

That changed when they disappeared after the Denon Riots.

Home became the empty apartment at first, then her friend’s couches after the lease ended. It wasn’t until she found Darkwire that she got a place to herself, but that went up in flames -literally- when the CAD locked the planet down and manhunted Darkwire to extinction. Das fled the planet with some of her closest friends - Sam Kolburn the android, and Jude + Rhys the twins - but there was much she left behind.

Her thoughts came back to the delivery as she approached the meeting spot. Das pulled up on the opposite end of the skiff from Kivah and parked parallel to Johnson’s crew. “Heya, pal,” she said through the window. “Other half’s in the trunk.” She popped it with a click and then stepped out into the cool air that drafted from up the street.

 

[Kivah]

Das

Conversation forgotten, Kivah helped unstrap the three crates she'd gotten into the street and then started pulling more of the little vials out of her pockets. Nineteen had made the trip, and she found another three in the bobber's foot well, which quick math said was another eleven hundred credits her way. "Hold up," she said when one of the men went to load them into the cargo skiff and placed a possessive hand on her stack. "Cash on delivery." Kivah didn't place a hand on her blaster or make any threat, she was bigger and armored, she didn't need to. Besides, threatening your employer's people wasn't professional.

The man, a Rodian she saw now that he was outside the skiff, looked at her with those bug starry eyes of theirs and then nodded. "Alright, no problem. Then we load." He said in Huttese and waved his third companion forward. A hairy species she didn't recognize, this one counted out her vials and peeked into the crates before counting out the appropriate bars of credits from a pouch on his side. Kivah looked them over and came to the correct amount before giving him a nod. He then moved over to where Das had stopped and repeated the process. Twenty-six thousand and another hundred credits! All in a few hours in the rain! She still had to pool and split with Das, She thought the little slicer had nabbed more crates than would fit on the Bobber too, so maybe that number would go up. Well more than she'd make in a month of weekend fights. She tried to keep the elation off her face as she let the Rodian load up her crates now, but nothing could keep the spring out of her tail as she mounted her speeder again, the night's rain and the wet all but forgotten after such a pay-day.

 

[Das]

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//: Tags: Kivah
//: District VI, ETTI IV

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Thankfully, Kivah was there to help things go smoothly. Das wasn't so sure that the Rodian would try to gyp her, but she knew for certain that her smaller frame and lack of armor beneath her baggy raincoat would do little to intimidate the crew of medicine peddlers. She was much better with a blaster than her fists anyway, so the teen stood against the side of her Phantom while the aliens grabbed stacks of vial crates. When they were done, she tossed a playful wink at the Rodian, adding a "see you later, boys," before ducking into the cabin and immediately opening her comms channel.

"Holy chit, Kivah! We did it!" Not that she doubted their skills, really. But there was always a risk when working with a new partner - it was just as likely to be a CorpSec sting as it was to be an ambush at the end there with the Rodian's crew. Luckily for the girls, it was neither. "That was good work back there. And a feth-ton of credits! Are you down to celebrate?"

 

[Kivah]

Das

Kicking the starter, Kivah revved up the bobber and followed Das out. "Chit yeah!" She replied. "You pick the spot and I'll follow." Cruising in the night air, she was feeling quite celebratory. A pocket full of high-denomination credits helped with that. She'd worked her butt off running gigs to survive off of Cathar and now with this and a few other insanely dangerous merc jobs had finally gotten her far enough ahead that she felt like she was actually making it. Later she could pour over ship catalogs and go digging through second-hand lots. An entry level light freighter sounded just about perfect to her. The right mix of freedom and usefulness that being stuck in a tiny econ-box apartment would never bring. Tonight though she was ready to hit the town and lose herself to the late-night life of Etti IV with a friend.