Driven to Excel
Andosha II
Yuria watched from above out the window of a dingy office as a fight broke out below between a towering white Harch and two squat Aquala. The Promised Land was a sorry excuse of a bar that had come to earn a reputation as a stop over for those with something to hide and after some 'tough negotiation' with it's previous owner she had acquired the office space above it. She smirked as the Harch was quickly overpowered by the Aqualish who proceeded to beat the spider with their finned fists, a good omen if she'd ever seen one.
The thud of mechanical footsteps filled the room as a towering droid entered although Yuria was not concerned though, she could recognise the cadence of IG-09's gait from a mile off. The droid stood motionless in the doorway and spoke.
"Ms. Braay, my sensors indicate the spider is dead."
Yuria turned around to see her droid staring at a brown Harch who was slumped over in a chair in the corner of the room. He was dripping with blood and sat motionless. "They're called Harch IG, it is rude to call them spiders." she replied, her tone like a mother scolding a child.
"Ms. Braay the spider was our only lead. You said you would keep him alive." the dull monotone voice of the droid had somehow sounded annoyed. Perhaps it was the phrasing.
Yuria walked over and untied the ropes that kept the Harch bound to the chair and the hulking spider simply slid off and hit the floor with a thud. If it wasn't dead it was a convincing display. Yuria however didn't seem too annoyed. "He had already told us everything we needed to know. Associates from White Orb Industries picked up our stolen deflector shield schematics days ago, they're probably mulling over the designs back on Secundus Ando using their little brains to try and figure out how to get around it. This one was just the thief who forgot the job doesn't end once the package leaves his hands." she kicked the corpse with her left foot, satisfied the Harch had well and truly expired she returned to the window.
"But don't worry IG, the Ando contacts worked out and they are very excited to meet us." Yuria continued sounding rather pleased with herself.
"And where have you arranged the meeting?" IG-09 asked although Yuria suspected the droid already knew the answer.
"Why here of course, I don't want them to get the wrong idea of the kind of business we'll be conducting." If Yuria had a mouth she would undoubtedly being smiling from ear-to-ear. "In fact." her cybernetic eyes flashed briefly. "They should be arriving very shortly."
Yuria swore she could've heard the droid sigh. Was that even possible? Droids don't have lungs so how could it express such a human action. Before she could question such a philisophical matter any further the sound of footsteps coming up from the cantina filled the room again. If Yuria could guess it was her guest and a sentient with great potential. As the door swung upon she spoke.
"Mr. Ka'bo!" her tone seemed cheerful and contrasted far too greatly with her current surroundings. "Apologies for the mess, this fine Harch industrialist and I had some... business that we needed to take care of." as she spoke IG-09 ripped one of the curtains off the wall and covered the Harch's corpse with it.
"It is business that I was actually hoping you could help me with, some trouble I had on Secundus Ando. If you agree I think you'll find a most ripe opportunity for Ando Mining to expand further afield." her eyes were filled with devilish intent and as always she was careful not to lay all her cards on the table at once.
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