Counting Electric Hutts

[Jak Skirata]

"...and his info is usually good." Gil's voice droned on and on over the voice only com.

"What do you mean usually?"

"Well, he doesn't like Mandalorians much, but he hates Hutts even more, so you should be fine. Just...watch your back."

With a grunt more characteristic of his older brother than himself he gave his brother a send off in Mando'a and shut off the com. How his older brother ever worked with a man that hated Mando'ade he had no idea. Wasn't that counterproductive? He shook his head and sighed in exasperation and flipped a few switches to prepare for his drop from hyperspace. Zip's ears perked up from the copilot's chair as the scattered starlight began to shift in shape again.

They dropped over Terminus, a backwater trade world where two prominent hyperlanes crossed bringing in goods from the deep core into the unknown regions and Wild Space. It was also where Kruva the Hutt was hiding from the Black Sun. Both groups had taken a shot at playing the game of major government and failed, but their remnants were still incredibly powerful in the underworld and still held considerable pull. The two factions were at each other's throats and it just so happened that one of Gil's old contacts had managed to track the Hutt to this world.

The Black Sun was putting down some hefty credits for the Hutt alive. A bargaining chip or something for the Black Sun.

One Daro Tarsi had forged his docking permits and was supposed to meet him at one of the hundreds of starports that dotted the planet's surface. When asked he gave his credentials which, surprisingly, checked out. He landed without much issue and walked down the loading ramp to who he hoped was Tarsi. Zip followed close at his side. He wore a lose brown tunic underneath a green, dented and scratched chestplate of beskar'gam and spacer's pants. A crude lightsaber dangled at his waist, hidden by the cloak he wore. A T-shaped visor sat on his head, several dozen kill scratches etched into its side.

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Davin Skirata"]

The Hutt had gone stupid.

Not a rare affair when a Hutt was involved, but even Daro had raised his eyebrows. See, when ya go into hiding, ya better go into hiding rather than move places an' end up just starting the same ol' chit all over again. Kruva had been a slaver baron back in the old days, gotten a sweet, sweet cut of the Ryloth pie that was straight funneled into the spice transit of Spice Terminus. He had gotten filthy rich, but as was often the case... success had a way of making someone's head a few pounds too heavy.

Rather than just lay low here on Terminus and wait for a few decades (he could afford to wait it out, no?) within three months he had already seized up a profitable smuggling venture here. A couple of warehouses, landing platforms with a deep connect back towards Taris.

Oh, they had been good, yeah.

Shell companies, fictional identities, fall guys, da whole wazoo, but they hadn't counted on an old man with all the time in the world an' a grudge da size of a rancor, eh?

He had been planning in mopping up this situation himself, until he discovered a sizeable bounty on the Hutt's head. What's more? The bounty had been co-claimed by Skirata and that was what send him back towards memory lane. Hadn't been a difficult choice to contact ol' man Skirata and provide him with an opportunity. Gil had been skeptical, of course, and Daro didn't blame him! He might have been too, if the roles had been reversed all those years ago.

Either way-

Davin wouldn't find any Daro Tarsis in the docking bay, but... there was a mouse droid that zipped in from one of the corridors and beep-boooooped at them. Then it speeded away again. It froze halfway through, inching back a bit and then boop-twaang? at the mandalorian.

Clearly it wanted Davin to follow them.