"Come on Gatto," Max whined slightly as he leaned on the Toydarian's counter. Max had known the information broker for many years and always come to him when he needed work. In the past, that meant little slicing jobs, repair work, and even acting as the occasional go-between for Gatto and his clients. Since the last job that had nearly gotten him killed, however, Max hadn't needed to come back. That was until the docking fees for his ship started to outpace his income.
"You have to have something, I need the credits. Besides," Max said standing up and placing his hands on his hips.
"You owe me after that last job."
"Yes, yes," the Toydarian said fluttering his wings and hovering off the chair he had been resting on towards the large cabinet in the back of the shop. From the outside, the old durasteal cabinet looked like all the others that lined the back of the shop, even if you opened it inside looked like a pile of useless junk, old parts no one would want. As Gatto moved a few items and touched some hidden controls that even Max hadn't figured out, it made a clicking sound and a holoscreen suddenly came to life on the counter. Max knew from experience that the cabinet contained much more than some holo-controls, but for now, it would do.
"Let's see," Gatto said as he floated gracefully back to the counter, and Max stood up straighter.
"Not much, yes, yes, not much right now."
"There has to be something," Max repeated, trying to hold in his annoyance and keep his hope at bay all at the same time.
"I just need a few credits to tie me over."
"Weeeeeeell...," Gatto started stretching the word out for a long time while he chewed on a toothpick in his mouth. Max could almost smell the hint of mint that came from the little stick as Gatto mashed it between his teeth.
"I could give you a little courier gig," he finally said as he allowed his bottom to rest once again on the stool before he reached out with his small hand and flicked the holoscreen causing the image the flip through a few different lists before settling on the one Gatto had been looking to find.
"It's not much, pick up a small package and deliver to one of the lower levels, no questions asked."
"What kind of package?" Max asked, knowing that not all of Gatto's jobs were quote-unquote legal, especially after the last gig. Max had no desire to be on the wrong side of the law anymore. Especially after meeting the Jedi. He hadn't decided what to do about them yet, but he doubted getting on the wrong side of the Galactic Alliance would be a good idea either way.
"That boy," Gatto said with a laugh that made his little snout giggle.
"That is defiantly a question."
"Fine," Max sighed rubbing his face and eyes before looking back at the Toydarian.
"Where do I go?"
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As Max and
Blue, his little BD-Unit companion made their way down the winding streets and pedways of the lower levels of Galactic City, Max couldn't help but crinkle his nose in disgust. He didn't mind dealing with a variety of different species in the galaxy, but the two Gamorrean's that he had just picked up the package from struck him as off. They were too eager, too excited, and almost giddy as he walked away. From his experience, they were defiantly up to no good. And Max just hoped he got paid and got out before anything bad actually happened. He was still half tempted to just throw the package in one of the waste disposal units and get out while he could, but he really did need the credits and the drop-off point wasn't far.
As the two got closer to the designated drop point, Max caught sight of... something. He wasn't sure what he was looking at. In this part of Galactic City, there were many different people engaged in many different types of interactions, not all of them pleasant, some even downright violent. Most Max was able to ignore it. This one, however, made that weird tingling sensation in the back of his skull go off. When the one individual pulled out a crowbar and moved towards the other kid, Max stepped forward on pure instinct.
"Jerry!" Max yelled out as he jogged over to the pair, acting like he was out of breath.
"Hey, Jerry is that you buddy! Man, you are one hard dude to find with that mask on all the time. Do you know how many people like to wear masks down here? A lot. You need to add some stickers or something to that thing. Make it more personal. Give it some pizzazz."
Max knew he was rambling, knew he was speaking fast and acting weird, but he was trying to create a little confusion/ He wanted to get the thug, or whatever he was, off his train of thought and give the other kid time to act or time to think. Anything really. He just needed to help, even if he didn't know what he was doing. It was the only way to make the tingle stop.
"Anyway," Max said as he got closer.
"Jerry buddy I have that package you ordered."