838 ABY
"I told you, there's no way in the Seven Hells that I can outrun anything in this junk pile!" Rix Lorsan shouted over the communications blister. A string of angry Huttese flew back out of the speakers and Lorsan banged his head on his fist.
"Yes, the Millennium Falcon was a YT-1300. Yes, the Lorsan Tekka is a YT-1300, but the Falcon was faster! Do you know what Han Solo did to that shi-" he was cut off by a grumble and what sounded like a question.
"I don't think anything could be as fast as that ship except starfighters, but I know a few tricks that could bring the el-tee into the current century. You paying? Of course you are. I'll bring her in." he clicked off the switch, yelled some profanities about stupid Hutts, and set course for Nal Hutta.
The YT-1300 arrived at the Hutt world after a few hours and pulled into a private docking bay. A team of engineers immediately swarmed the ship, taking scans, writing notes, and even already removing panels. Lorsan let out a low whistle and strode through the halls to the Hutt's 'throne room'. The large double-doors swung open to reveal a courtish audience chamber with a raised dais which the Hutt lounged upon currently. In the background, a young boy was polishing the horns of some dead animal.
"So I see you've already got some goons to screw up my ship." Rix called out while he walked the ostentatious distance to truly converse with Tekka. The Hutt replied in his native language, sounding amused.
"Yeah, yeah, better smuggling. More money. Got a foreman I can talk to?" he asked the Hutt.
On cue, a man wearing a Corellian Engineering Company uniform strode out from behind a pillar. Lorsan looked the man up and down, his eye twitched critically, then he wore a massive grin and patted the CEC Foreman on the back jovially.
"So the stingy bastard actually hired professionals! Come on, I've got great ideas to lay on ya!" Rix gripped the other man by the shoulder and led him away toward the hangar.
"I told you, there's no way in the Seven Hells that I can outrun anything in this junk pile!" Rix Lorsan shouted over the communications blister. A string of angry Huttese flew back out of the speakers and Lorsan banged his head on his fist.
"Yes, the Millennium Falcon was a YT-1300. Yes, the Lorsan Tekka is a YT-1300, but the Falcon was faster! Do you know what Han Solo did to that shi-" he was cut off by a grumble and what sounded like a question.
"I don't think anything could be as fast as that ship except starfighters, but I know a few tricks that could bring the el-tee into the current century. You paying? Of course you are. I'll bring her in." he clicked off the switch, yelled some profanities about stupid Hutts, and set course for Nal Hutta.
The YT-1300 arrived at the Hutt world after a few hours and pulled into a private docking bay. A team of engineers immediately swarmed the ship, taking scans, writing notes, and even already removing panels. Lorsan let out a low whistle and strode through the halls to the Hutt's 'throne room'. The large double-doors swung open to reveal a courtish audience chamber with a raised dais which the Hutt lounged upon currently. In the background, a young boy was polishing the horns of some dead animal.
"So I see you've already got some goons to screw up my ship." Rix called out while he walked the ostentatious distance to truly converse with Tekka. The Hutt replied in his native language, sounding amused.
"Yeah, yeah, better smuggling. More money. Got a foreman I can talk to?" he asked the Hutt.
On cue, a man wearing a Corellian Engineering Company uniform strode out from behind a pillar. Lorsan looked the man up and down, his eye twitched critically, then he wore a massive grin and patted the CEC Foreman on the back jovially.
"So the stingy bastard actually hired professionals! Come on, I've got great ideas to lay on ya!" Rix gripped the other man by the shoulder and led him away toward the hangar.