"Now my girlfriend trolls me as well and I get ganged up on, not fair," Siobhan whined a bit in mock annoyance.
"You know you like being trolled. Hence you hanging out with girls that do it," Heli pointed out matter-of-factly. Well, when one thought about it, there was a certain logic in that argumentation. "You get more than enough twisted sex in return."
Heli grabbed a small, expensive looking handbag and started looking through it. "Straight to business, yes? So alike. I can see why Siobhan likes...serving under you. Instant satisfaction."
Siobhan sat down on a sofa, propping her boots up. "Instant. Right. Actually she makes me work for it...a lot!"
"Now, where was it," Heli continued searching through the bag, several items landing on the small table. Cosmetic articles, fake IDs, holopics. "Ah, there...no, that's the wrong one..."
Indeed it was a holopic of Siobhan...wearing a slinky dress, with her hair done up and with lipstick. One assumed this was from Hapes, where alas going to fancy parties in trousers and leather jackets had been frowned upon.
If looks could kill, Heli would have spontaneously combusted right about now from the death glare Siobhan shot at her. "I'm so gonna kill you for this. Tegs, can we punish her when we're done?"
"That was innocent, I swear," Heli drawled sarcastically, then finally found the right holopic and presented it to Tegs. It showed a human male in his early forties with a distinguished moustache dressed in an expensive suit meeting with elegantly robed Gran leaders. Those in the know would identify him as the Vice President of Massive Dynamic.
"Qassim, charming fellow. Now you want in on the fuel business, everyone here does and wants to cash in on the big race. Seems like your competition wants some insurance and has been holding secret meetings," she pointed to a conniving looking Gran. "Asif Moe, old money, expected to be the next head of the Gran Protectorate. Needless to say he's got his own price racer. Whose pod was built by a sub-company of Massive Dynamic."
Another holopic landed on the table, showing soldiers in red and blue armour disembarking a transport vessel. Their armour and the markings showed them as Mandalorian, a few Wookiees could be spotted as well, in the distance a repulsorlift tank could be made out.
"Mandos, our favourite philistines. Officially just hired to help out because there's been some unrest among the Dugs in the western resettlement zone. Wouldn't want them to suddenly crash the party. Only...you don't need hefty firepower to keep those little rascals down, do you?"
Siobhan pointed at one of the Wookiees. "Ain't many Wookiee mercs in the Galaxy. Let me guess, Zardok exiles?" Not all furries had been able to accept the fall of the Great Chieftain. Unwilling to shed more blood Talbaak and Graz had exiled them.
"Correct. Ironic really, they hate off-worlders and wind up serving one. But credits make the Galaxy go round."
