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''...and jawa, barbecued'' he would add to [member="Miss Blonde"]'s order. Ke'Cholo retracted his hand and sat back down. He gave a look towards [member="Nyx"] to see if she wanted anything. ''Expect 20 pounds of phrik'' he would call into Qaeth ''Make sure it's weighed'' he added, not trusting the dock hands but fully trusting Blonde.
 

Miss Blonde

Trying to be straight in a crooked Galaxy
[member="KeCholo"] [member="Nyx"]

"Charming." she said to Ke as she remained on her comm link.

"Just grab some nerf ribs, barbecue them and smother them in sauce. Yes sides as well, all the fixings. Groovy, thank Waldo." The woman hung up then looked to her guard captain.

"Dinner will be served at sixteen hundred if decide to stay, if you need anything else please let me know." Miss Blonde smiled then turned to Nyx swiveling in her chair a bit.

At the docking ports the droid crews were moving twenty pounds of refined Phrik ingots over to the man's freighter where it would be handed off to their crew for weighing. Blonde didn't mind the man for wanting to make sure he wasn't stiffed, she'd of done the same thing so it wasn't a big deal at all.

"Now as for you Black Hat, any questions. We need to pop into the refinery to sign some forms and get the smelting process going." She said to the young woman and tented her fingers.
 
Ke'Cholo tipped his hat to [member="Miss Blonde"] and [member="Nyx"] as left the office. He was very satisfied with his payment. As he was walking towards the loading bay he looked down at his phrik sword, it was quite nice. He would most likely carry it on every mission as he did his DL-44's, as it was useful in many scenarios. It was clear a lot of work had gone into making it and he forgot to thank Blonde for it. He would do it over dinner, he told himself. He arrived at the bay just in time to watch the weighing and loading of the phrik bars. He nodded in approval. He would smoke a cigar or two while he waited for dinner, he was very hungry and nerf ribs sounded great.
 

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