"Don't jinx it," Levi replied to Judd. It seemed anything was possible with these slimy little agents of chaos. Thankfully, they'd be out of their hands soon. The captain headed to his chair, and set their destination for the meeting coordinates given. At this point, Levi wasn't evens sure what to expect. Between the underhanded nature of the job, and the contrast of its actual contents, it left him feeling decidedly befuddled. Would there be some heavily armed escort? The same client who had given him the job? Would anybody at all show up? He sighed, and let the Outrider descend into atmosphere.
They arrived at a vast grassy field. A simple homestead rested on the golden green waves, and in the distance more farms could be surrounded the edge of an even more distant town. Levi alerted the others, and together they hauled walked down the ramp, the first container descended from the cargo elevator at the same time. At first it was just thing, and the devaronian wringed his hands impatiently. Just when things were getting suspicious, the door of the homestead opened, first, a trandoshan man stepped out, seemingly middle aged but otherwise indistinct in his features. Following him was a much more corpulent trandoshan women, bound to a hover chair for transportation. The two of them approached cheerfully,
"At last!" The man spoke,
"Thank you for taking this job. It means so much to us."
"Right..." Levi scratched his head,
"Can I ask why you were transporting Gizkas?"
The woman blinked,
"You know?"
"Yes. There were so many of them they busted out of their container and took it upon themselves to dismantle my ship!"
"Oh dear," the trandoshan took off his sun hat in shame,
"I'm dreadfully sorry for the trouble. Perhaps we should have had you warned, but, we were afraid you wouldn't take the job if you knew."
Levi laughed incredulously,
"Well, you're probably right about that. It was absurd. We've been forced to lock some of them up in the escape pod just to save the rest of the vessel. I think at the very least we ought to know why."
"We'll make it worth your while," the woman said, rubbing her hands,
"I promise. We'll pay for the extra gizka and for the damages." Levi looked back at his crew, smugly impressed with how easy it was to wrangle more money out of them. At the same time, the trandoshan man looked back at his while tensely, like he was being roped into an agreement he wasn't quite prepared for. They looked back at each other at the same time.
"It's simple really... they're a delicacy," The man admitted,
"Standard freighters doesn't permit their shipment to Stewjon because of their uh, invasiveness or something. So we get them brought in from folks like you. Sounds like we'll have quite the haul this time at least," He chuckled awkwardly.
"My wife'll be mighty excited."
Levi looked up at the large woman, who was practically salivating at the prospect. His eyebrow twitched. It seemed they had been made glorified delivery drivers.
