Location: Starlight-class light freighter: Deathstick
Objective: Coin
Three hours prior...
Of all the things that you couldn't count on in this Galaxy; Crime was not one of them. It infiltrated every star system, every populated planet, moon, and asteroid. There was never a shortage, given to the nature of greed, pride, and Amaul's personal favorite -- addicts. Research had been done on the planet well before their launch date, and with some preliminary goals offered by [member="Cypher"], a plan was put into motion well before their dual forces arrived, combining the Black Sun's resources with that of the One Sith and their war against the Republic. None of that truly mattered to a drug trafficker working on the outer and mid-rim territories. There however was profit to be had, and that was one of the few things that would stir Blitz from his current escapades to assist in the collaboration project.
The Deathstick had landed planet-side several hours before the forces would arrive, and the job would be put in motion. Amaul had reached out to some contacts on the ground that dealt with some Ralltiiran resources he wanted to make use of. The meet was set, and soon after he touched down, his on-board security escorted his contact and cargo onto his freighter to discuss terms and come to an arrangement. Primarily the lot of the planet was made up of humans, and his guest was no exception. The man was well built, and held that certain air about him that let you understand that he was not a friend to any life -- unless they had coin. He called himself Taska'ar, but Amaul didn't really care whether he got a real name. Blitz was far from his own anyway.
"The specimens are as you instructed, eight of them in the prime. No damage, well fed, but far from tame." Taska'ar commented in an accent that gave him a slight twang to his voice. If not for the appearance of a more savage nature, with scars along his face and a highly tanned complexion, it could of been mistaken for comical. The man passed over a datapad, the edges of it worn and tarnished, and the screen a little worse for wear. All eight monitored by internal video and shown to be just as he described. Leather gloved hands touched the edges of the datapad and pulled it in for an inspection. Behind the digital shades, a scrutiny passed over the feeds as he swiped his finger across to look at each feed individually. For a few moments he was silent, just studying and going over mentally what he had read about.
"If they are as you say my man, than today's little run should warrant a bigger deal. I trust you can get more of 'dem?" Amaul asked as he sat back on his chair, steepling his fingers together as he watched Task'ar's movements and reactions to his own way of speaking. He hadn't been entirely clear what he intended to do with the shipment, but the promise of future orders normally intrigued clients. It also ensured he wasn't about to attempt anything on the man's life. Criminals normally found favor in that regard.
"Aye, shouldn't be a problem -- given enough notice. Native species and all. But let's talk price. This condition, 500 hundred a head." A sneer rose on his face he rested one hand on his knee, looking Amaul dead in the glasses. The price was 200 more than he had said in their first initial off-world contact. There was a reason he was upping the ante, but it wasn't given that out loud just now.
There was no visible reaction from Blitz's face, but he wasn't pleased. For a while he just stared at the man as he kept on grinning before his own lips curled into a smile. Steepled fingers interlaced as he leaned forward a bit, the digital shades over his eyes shifting and changing color to a dim red that flooded the dual screens.
"Sixteen hundred more than bargained. You're a bold one -- because you think you've set me to twist. You're not the only bloke on this rock that can get me product, but the ace up yer sleeve ain't holding much water." Blitz said in a calm and cool voice.
"Krieg." The man said with a grin, prompting his pick-pocketing pet beak monkey to scamper around the side and jump onto his lap. In the primate's paw was a device clutched, that made Task'ar give a flinch on his face.
"Ah yes, this was the rub wasn't it. Remote opening for all the cages with my men standing right outside the loot. One click and you thought you'd turn tables. And that smell - clocked you well before you got in here. Tracker urine I'm assuming. Immunity enough to get you outta dodge if things went south." Amaul said flicking his nose to the side.
"Don't mess with a chemist and his nose. We go three hundred a pop like promised, or I take the product and leave you to twist...in one of those cages."
