For love and money, a star wars story

[milkmaiden38]

Aima

Aima had her doubts about her latest plan as she walked toward the local bar named P2-08. It was just before 1 am in the morning, a light rain was falling. She wore a rain poncho that kept her dry and safe. Safe, because Kesselstone was mined on the planet Kessel. Kesselstone was ground into powder, which was then used by criminals to create a powerful narcotic. The mining operations released toxins into Kessel's atmosphere. The rain brought the toxin back to the surface of the planet.

This rain made the northern hemisphere of Kessel barren. In the southern hemisphere where no mining was permitted the planet was lush with jungles and forests. A reminder of what the planet should look like.

P2-08 was a dump. Aima thought it had a stupid name too, "Pee-too or ate". But the place did have good drinks, and food that you could keep down. She entered the bar and looked around.

The counter was greasy and the floor had not been swept in days, maybe weeks. Old papers, empty glasses, half eaten food littered the tables. The few people in the place were drowning themselves in alcohol. A couple of miners... or criminals, were talking about business in hushed tones in one corner.

She ordered a glass Corellian rum and made her way to a dark corner. She cleaned off the table, moving the dirty glasses to another table and took a seat. She removed her rain poncho, but continued to wear her hooded cloak. She was carrying a combat knife, laser blaster and her light saber. The thick cloak covered all of her weapons. Display of weapons on Kessel was not illegal, but her light saber was a problem. The empire hunted down anyone using that weapon.

“I hope this smuggler is not a piece of shit.” Aima whispered to herself as she popped open her comlink and looked for messages. She found nothing. Then the door to P2-08 opened, letting in rain, wind, and a few scraps of discarded newspaper and ….

 

[JonathanBair]

Jon is a 36 year-old typical space baby. Who had grown up in the stars on a freighter. He could never get why someone would want to live in one place as he made his way to the bar that was well known for legit, but also known for the not so legit deals to. Jon stands 5'10 with brown hair and blue eyes while weighing 180 pounds. He loved the fact that he didn't stand out to anyone. Unless he really tried to make a impression on the person.
He wore a dark tan leather semi lose fitting pants and a normal looking shirt that could pass as a farmer shirt. He did also have a matching leather lose fitting jacket that stopped just above his two laser blasters in there holsters. The look says he is dangerous to fit in here, but not so bad to draw any looks on a street market.

When Jon walked into the bar as he stepped threw the door. He scanned the room, seeing who is there and also looking for a nice little table in the corner for him to sit along a wall and relax while keeping a eye on the room. He didn't see anyone jumping out at him on a quick scan, so he moved in closing the door behind him. He did notice entering the room drew a few looks.
he moved a side to lean on the wall and tpyed a text message to the contact he was to meet with no real set time. The text said " Just got at p2-8 looking foreword to meeting you."

Jon was kinda annoyed with blind meets like this, but when dealing with some of the cargo he had. Its best not to advertise who you are and what you got.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Aima

Aima gave the smuggler a good look. He was handsome in a roguish way. He looked capable and skilled. Certainly, the word on the street was he was one of the best. Her commlink beeped. It was a text message from him. She texted back “I’m in the corner with the cloak on” She replied. He looked over to her. She smiled and raised her rum glass. She pulled back her cloak hood to reveal her beautiful face. Their eyes locked… both looking to see if each could trust the other.

Aima was born on Eshan. In Echani culture it is believed that to know someone fully, you must fight them. Echani fighting was not only self-defense, but a form of self-expression, a means of communication similar to art. To truly know this smuggler, Aima would need to watch him fight… or fight him. Until then, she would learn about him from the way he stood and when he walked over to her.

 

[JonathanBair]

While Jon was standing with his back to the wall, in a very relaxed but confident pose as he scanned the room. He was kindda shocked to see he got a response, so soon. Jons face showed he was pleased as a fast response was ether a good thing saying they where there and ready to meet, or not there and would be a while. He grew up living on the go, so anytime someone wouldn't keep him waiting always was a plus in his book. Even tho he never just rushed in blind into a situation. Even like this on a blind meeting. His contact he knew had vetted him and the person he was to meet, so it gave him some safety.

When Jon got to read the text saying “I’m in the corner with the cloak on”. Jon seen this as a very good sign, and he had a idea where to look as he did remember his eyes drifting over someone in the corner with a cloak, but didn't really look at them at the same time to not to bother them. With his head turning to her he could see she was smiling and listing her glass. Another good sign to Jon as she seams friendly and relaxed. His eyes noticed she was also pulling the hood off to show her self. This also gave Jon good vibes about the Job. He couldn't help but to notice her beautiful face as there eyes locked on each other.

In his mind, he knew she would have to screw this meeting up for him not to take the job. Jon knew the contact only offered his name to ones that could/would pay in credit's or trade, so Jon never really used a "base price" to start with.

Jon nodded to her and turned to make his way to the table. In a relaxed normal pace, but a very direct way. Jon was sure his movements where relaxed enough to not to be taken as hostile in anyway, but yet relaxed and businesslike too.

In Jon' s mind a pretty face was always a perk, but also very common most dealings, unless it was with the likes of the hut. Looks would not sway Jon one way or the other.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Aima

She watched him make his way to her table. He was relaxed but direct. Businesslike she would say. He also was not distracted by her looks. She was glad to see that as well. Too many of these smugglers thought of themselves as romantic figures. She needed him to focus on the job, not her. As he took a seat at her table, she smiled at him.

“Aima” Aima said introducing herself. They shook hands.

“I’m glad you are willing to hear me out. It is a simple job. I have some sensitive cargo. It needs transport to Nar Shadaa. I prefer not to die in the Akkadese Maelstrom or become entangled with any imperial units. I’ll pay in credits. If my transaction on Nar Shadaa is successful, I might have a follow-on need for your services.” Aima explained. “How does that sound?” she asked him. Aima had not told the man what her cargo was. It was implied. They were at a major spice mining operation. He was a smart smuggler; he would figure out she had a load of spice she needed to transport. Too bad that conclusion would be wrong.

 

[JonathanBair]

Jon had sat still and upright, but attentive as he listened to her. When she was done Jon smiled and finally " My name is Jon, my cargo ship is a converted fighter. So if you got a shipment of spice then I am the wrong pilot for you. I often deal with smaller and more pricey loads. Like hushed deals/bribes or people smuggling. If your worried about tangling with the empire. Well being a fighter the capital ships main guns have a hard time hitting something so small and fast. *Jon smirks* and says ties got nothing on me too." Jon sits back using his chair back rest and he rubs his chin. Jon says "Being you got my name, I am sure its something other then spice. I would thing it has something to do with a group that the empire is looking for, so called rebels tho I never heard of them being to aggressive in there fighting." *Jon rubs his chin clearly in deep though for a few seconds and shrugs* Jon says in a warning tone " If you want me to haul something that is alive, it wouldn't be a pleasant trip." Jon studies her face for any reaction to see if he is close to what she has in mind.

Jon is watching for the normal shock hearing his cargo ship is a converted fighter. Some folks scoff at that in passing, but if the person is told he is the guy for there job from one if his network dealers. Then normally they know it must be fitting the job build they need, even tho its a odd kind of ship.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Aima

Aima was surprised the transport was a fighter. But as Jon explained some of the advantages of using a converted fighter she understood why he had selected that kind of ship. Aima was also surprised the smuggler had guessed the cargo was not spice. That was too bad, now she had to tell him. It could sink the deal, but she did not see a way to avoid telling him. He would insist on inspecting whatever she brought on board his ship.

“You have surmised correctly my cargo is not spice. I was hoping not to tell you about the cargo, but that is no longer an option.” Aima said and then waved him closer. As he leaned in, she whispered.

“The cargo is Coaxium, also known as hyperfuel, it is a rare form of hypermatter and very expensive. It is a container of refined coaxium. Refined coaxium is stable and does not blow up. It will fit in your cargo space. Since it is very rare and expensive, best not talk about it openly.” Aima explained. Then they both leaned back again.

“Hopefully the cargo is not a deal breaker. As for my customers, that is my business, and I will not disclose who they are. All you need to know is that you will get payed.” Aima explained.

As Aima finished talking 10 huge Gamorrean walked into the bar. Gamorreans were a sentient species of green-skinned pig-like humanoids that hailed from the Outer Rim planet of Gamorr. Gamorrean were employed by crime lords like Jabba the Hutt as enforcers. Aima was worried as they came in, but the Gamorreans started to order drinks, and did not seem to be here to cause trouble.

 

[JonathanBair]

Jon was kinda amused to see the shock that he had shot down the spice load... With her leaning in to talk in a hushed tone in his ear... Something that was all so regularly with his line of work. Jon tried to hide the look of shock of such a high priced cargo, but then again he only did top dollar runs.

When they pulled back to look at each other Jon just smiled and shrugged saying " It will be a first, but that kind of cargo is common for me." It is true as he had a load full of credits to buy a arm of droids and bribes. Also snuck a prince of a waring planet to see a princess of another a time or two.... So Jon wasn't about to turn down this money making load based on cargo. Jon had just asked " As long as you have it, I don't see a problem to me its just another load." Jons head turned a bit and his right hand went to his hip as he seen the camorrean crew walk in. Jon had some dealings with the hut and knew that kind of crew often worked for them. Jon relaxed as they passed going to the bar.

Jon smiles and says " Care to look at my ship, she isn't pretty but I got a spare seat thanks to my mods. You can make sure the load will fit in my hold. Tho from what I know of the kind of load. I don't see any problems....* a bit of hushed excitement in his voice as he say* Sounds like this could be a fun trip really."

Jon tries to run over his hut contacts. Some are happy and some are not so happy. But he runs over his list to make sure he cant think of any bad blood with them... Always thinking of things to prep for if they go wrong.... Even if they look like they are going right...

Jon stands up and offers his hand to Aima as he looks into her eyes with a smile. He is letting his dark blue eyes work there magic hopping to make this deal go sweeter with a bit of charm but not to much to be over bearing/out of line....

 

[milkmaiden38]

Aima

Aima downed her drink. She was happy that Jon was willing to transport the cargo and did not seem interested in stealing it for himself. Jon offers his hand to Aima as he looks into her eyes with a smile. She took his hand and smiled back and stood up.

“I think this will be a profitable arrangement in many ways” Aima said with a small naughty look on her face. They both started to walk out when a meaty hand of a Gamorrean grabbed Aima's shoulder.

“Where you go?” The Gamorrean asked.

“None of your business” Aima replied trying to shake off the meaty hand. The hand did not release her shoulder.

“We want cargo” He stated simply. Jon looked like he was about to pull out his weapon.

“I got this” Aima assured Jon and she pulled her shoulder away from the Gamorrean. She took off her cloak and handed it to Jon. "This will take but a minute" She told him. Jon could see her amazing figure, black and silver combat clothing, a large green gem necklace, and her combat knife, laser blaster and light saber. Aima turned to the Gamorrean.

"I’ll give you the cargo if any of you can defeat me in hand to hand combat." Aima stated boldly.

All of them started to laugh "You are just one woman..."

"I know that druk head" Aima declared with a dose of snarkiness.

All the Gamorrean looked at each other and move to attack her.

With a throaty purr of laughter Aima slammed her fist into the closest Gamorrean's face. The huge Gamorrean crashed down upon the flimsy wooden table. The massive creature crushed it. Aima gleefully spun into her next victim, with a blow to his knee and an elbow to its head. Her strikes, footing and moves were meticulously and measured … although there was a wildness and recklessness that shone through her fighting art form.

“What you failed to realize … is that I, as a Sublime Warrior of the Eshan Monasteries, have read your body movements and analyzed them with my highly trained sense of combat. I have fought this battle in my mind … and already know that I shall defeat all of you!” She commented more to herself than the low intelligent Gamorrean fighters. Nevertheless, taking on 10 of them with no weapons but her hands and feet was a challenge. The few people in the bar were staring at the beautiful woman, who now had a coy smile on her oh so kissable lips as she tossed another Gamorrean onto the ground with a flying kick. Her silver eyes and silken white hair on her head rotated to move out of the way of two charging fighters … allowing them to crash into each other. Both knocked out cold. Jon watched her fighting style … but also the woman’s voluptuous and ravishing figure, taut and toned from a life of battle and training. Echani fought with little armor preferring speed and agility over protection. Aima’s long sexy legs clad in the skin tight combat suit delivered a powerful blow, knocking the wind out of the 9th Gamorrean opponent. There was only one left.

“As I predicted … this fight is almost over!” She said as she turned to the last Gamorrean. This was when she was hit with stun weapon at close range. The blast took her completely by surprise and spun her half way around. It was amazing she was still on her feet after the weapon discharge.

“What …??” She gasped in surprise as the last Gamorrean fighter dropped the stud weapon and rammed into her at full speed. The blow sent her flying into the side wall of the bar with a thud. The big Gamorrean came towards her sprawled figure to beat her senseless. Aima stud body could not to put up any defense.

 

[JonathanBair]

Jon didn't want to risk his big payday of this cargo. He set her stuff to the side and called out loud and clear " Yo meat head, Don't look behind you" As Jon crouched in a spring ready to drive his shoulder into the last guy side. Just as the last Gamorrean started to turn around saying " WWWHHATTTT?" Jon had launched his attack. With Jons spring driving his shoulder into the guys belly just above his hip. A "OOFFFFF" could be heard as Jon sent both of them into a near by wall. Jon had used the Gamorrean to soften his impact and protect his head, while adding a fully body blow from the wall. The semi softness of the brutes belly also sent Jon skidding back now that the wall was holding the Gamorrean in place. Jon skidded about a foot back, just about out of arms reach. Jon ducked low with a charge again this time at the guys left knee. The charge was to a side a bit and Jon used this to pull the foot out from under the brute.

After Jon got a few feet away and about a foot from Aima. Jon says " I am with her, unless anyone objects this is still are load." Jon glances around the room. He is a much better pilot then hand to hand fighter, but he can hold his own. Jon also has the gift of seaming to have the gut feeling of how to get out of trouble. Be it by hiding and playing hide and seek or a full run/fight when in a fight.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Aima

The pain in her head was only compounded by the embarrassment of her sprawled out form on the floor. Not the normal location of a Sublime Warrior of the Eshan Monasteries. Jon had effortlessly removed the last Gamorrean. At least that is what she thought she saw through the sparkling dots dancing in her vision.

Normally, Aima would have been content to just lay there until the ringing in her head stopped. But the man had saved her, and she needed to get off this planet! Although the great throbbing pain in her head increased, she pulled her feet under herself.

“Thanks for taking out the last Gamorrean” Aima commented. Then added "I should pick my fights better. I took out nine of them… would have gotten the last one except for that stun weapon ... very unsporting of him.” Aima groaned as she put her cloak back on. She tossed a credit chip to the bartender. “That’s for the damage… and bus some tables! This place is disgusting”

“I’m ready to see this cargo fighter” Aima suggested to Jon

 

[JonathanBair]

Jon watched the room while Aima got her stuff and put the cloak back on. When she said she was ready to see his ship. Jon turned half way and opened the door for the lady as he smiled at her and held his free hand out infront of him. Jon also shifted his head to scan the room as he seen some of the Gamorreans getting up and dusting them selfs off. Clearly they are not ready for a fight just yet and he hopes to be out of there before they are.... Jon says to the left on the street softly but clearly so she could hear him, but no one others could.

Jon closed the door behind them keeping a eye on folks seeing them get back to drinking. When the door is fully closed, He turned and taken a few steps to catch up to Aima on the street. Jon says " She isn't pretty, and you will never see anything like her again I bet." Jon starts to chuckle knowing no self respecting x-wing pilot would dream of doing something like that to such a sweet craft.

A few seconds later Jon says "Next block first hanger is where shes parked"

 

[milkmaiden38]

Aima

Aima headed to the entrance bay not knowing what this weird fighter space ship was going to look like. They passed a bay containing a new Allanar N3 light freighter. The ship looked new and modern, boasting the new hyperdrive system, three sublight engines, and multiple forward facing laser cannons.

Then Aima entered the hanger bay Jon had pointed to. There was an odd-looking X-wing starfighter in the hanger. It had the distinctive S-foils that resembled the character "X" it was named after. It was heavily armed with various weapons, but also equipped for long ranged missions. It was not shiny and new like the Allanar N3.

“Wow… can that thing even fly?” Aima asked. She really did not know what to say. Luckily, an FA-5 valet bipedal droid walked up to her. The droid handed her a large cloth luggage bag.

“Thanks” Aima replied getting out her payment chip.

“Thank you for using the Droid valet service” The droid said as Aima provided the credits.

“The item for transport and my personal belonging are in the bag” Aima told Jon.

 

[JonathanBair]

Jon lets out a chuckle hearing her ask if it can fly. Jon opens up the nose of the fighter. The nose section is the same thickness as the back and just as long as the normal X-wings nose would be. Jon opens a hatch door on the side and says " Cargo hold is here, as you can see. She' s not going to win any beauty pagents but got the room for a good amount of cargo that needs some TLC.

Jon then moves to where the cock pit area is and folds out 2 ladders. Jon chuckles and says this cockpit belongs to a Y wing, but the back seat is a better ride then the hold." Jon starts to look around and calls " Taya, got someone for you to meet" Out of the corner is a human looking droid. As she walked to us in a very micanical way even tho she is a flesh toned. Jon says " Aima, this is my droid Taya. She will be sitting behind you. She helps with navigation and can run the top turret that's in the middle of the X-wings engines.

Jon says to Aima, "If your all set we can take off in a few minutes, I will double check the ships tanks and stuff like that then get under way. Unless you got something to do before we go?" Jon turns to Taya and gives a nod. She starts to climb the far side of the fighter into her exposed seat. Soon she is in there a soft hum can be heard as the APU starts up giving the ship basic power for the computer.

Jon waits to make sure Aima don't want to run off anywhere so he can check the fuel and weapons' connections along with the normal preflight check for a X-wing fighter that is done normally by the ground crew. As its just Jon and Taya most the time, they got into a good snyc of list of jobs to be done with out saying much.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Darth Saqol and Darth Dultash

Darth Saqol had always preferred to pilot the small space transport herself. She was an excellent pilot so why should she trust her life to someone else. The Quarren Sith lord looked at planet Kessel through the front view port.

Her deep turquoise eyes stared down at the planet. Her four tentacles that protrude from her jaw wiggled wildly showing her frustration. Another report of someone seeing a light saber. Her fellow Sith lord, Darth Dultash, dressed in a red and black armor came into the cockpit of the transport.

“I do not sense any Jedi.” The Kaleesh dark lord reported. Dultash had reddish-brown scaly skin, wore the traditional mask which obscured some of his facial features however his large pointed ears, long nostril and large tusks protruded from his upper jaw, and shorter ones jutting from his chin could be seen. Kaleesh had very keen olfactory sense and he detected the brine odor his Quarren partner Saqol gave off. Kaleesh could also detect heat signatures.

“Land and we’ll investigate.” He ordered. He headed over to the communication station in the cockpit and pushed some buttons to transmit a message.

Saqol descended into Kessel atmosphere and navigated the ship into city’s space dock. She landed at one of the many private hangers at the complex. Saqol and Dultash exited the ship following the lighting on the floor of the hanger. Dultash looked at the various ships at the facility. There were no republic ships there. Then he noted a modified X wing fighter ascending to orbit. It looked like a junker. Still it made him wonder.

Aima

“Nice to meet you, Taya” Aima said to the droid. Then to Jon question about being ready she said “I’m ready to go”

She tossed her bag into the cargo hold and climbed up the ladder into her seat. She watched as Jon did a few checks and then climbed up to his pilot seat. Taya also completed her checks. It was about at this time she sensed the dark side of the force approaching. There were two dark signatures and they were powerful. Sith lords if she had to make a guess. She glanced up and saw a small incoming imperial space shuttle. It descended and docked at hanger facility close their hanger.

“My spider senses are telling me, it’s time to rock and roll. Let’s go to Nar Shadaa!” Aima urged Jon.

 

[JonathanBair]

Jon got on the radio to get clearance to take off from the tower/port controle. Jon hits the button closing the hatch with his left hand that starts the hatch over the 2 seats leaving Taya exposed in her normal droid spot. With Jon's other hand. He starts to flip the two switches. A whine can be heard as the two engians start to spool up before they erupt to life and this puts them in a low hover.

Jon now start to retract his landing gear with his left hand then runs over the weapons' status switch to make sure the safety is on then throws the power switch. Jon looks back over his shoulder and says " Just waiting for take off clearance, soon as the shuttle is out of are way. I bet we will be given the all clear." Jon then hits the intercom button to Taya and says " Taya can you swing the turret around to make sure its working" A few seconds later her droid voice comes over the intercom saying "full range of function as normal."

Jon moves his head a bit back and to the said to say to Aima "She is peace meal of a craft, but the old Y-wing cockpit has perks over the X-wing." Just as he finishes they get clearance to depart. Jon gets on the radio and says "Roger, beast is departing to space now" With that he closes his radio mic and start to pull up out of the hanger. Jon flys normal speed as he climbs up into orbit. Jon says on the intercom " Taya want to pull up the cords for Nar Shadaa and get it in the jump computer so when we are free in space we can jump right away."

 

[milkmaiden38]

Aima

Aima watched as Jon skillfully maneuvered through the Akkadese Maelstrom. Then the ship jumped to hyperspace.

“Nice flying” Aima commented. She was starting to like this 36 year-old human. He was cool under pressure, smart and clever, and understated. He was handsome too.

“Since we have some time to kill, and are going to be working together, I’d like to get to know you better. And perhaps you wish to know me a little better. My full name is Aima Edo and I was born on Eshan, the homeworld of the Echani. I grew up in the monastery and learned all their fighting techniques .

By the age of 25, I was assigned to a special combat assault team. I was fired after my first mission. I took too many risks. Now, I do odd and end jobs for people.

What about you? And Taya too?” She asked

 

[JonathanBair]

Jon hits mic intercom and says " Taya take the stick, and give me a shout 2 mins before we get there." Jon mutes the intercom to Taya's area in the back. Jon turns to his side resting his right shoulder on the cockpit side and left to the seat. Jon says, I was born in space. Mom and dad where cargo shuttle pilots. Well I grew up around Taya. She was my moms old droid. When I was 14 I had been told to collect some scrap and repaired the X-wing to fly cover when needed. Few years later, my parents got killed on a deal gone bad. Then over time, I tinkered with this... First pulling the nose off and replacing it with the cargo hold and in time replacing the cockpit area with the Y-wing. *Jon shrugs* I been flying runs from 15 for 21 years now. Always been doing the odd jobs as you can see *Jon chuckles and pats the side of the cockpit* This old girl and Taya has log allot of hours in flight time together. By the way, I am Jon Gordenson." Jon shoots a smile while looking at Aima. He made sure to give her a good flash of his dark blue eyes.

Jon couldn't help but to be interested in this woman. Sounds like they are cut from a the same cloth. Tho Jon's skill is piloting and being able to talk to most anyone.

After a second Jon says in a friendly but frank tone" Not that you gotta tell me, but who is the fuel for? You don't really seam to strike me as a pilot kind of woman. Not that it maters to me, Just nice to know who we will be meeting." Jon gives her a wink.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Aima

“I’m going to meet with Fat Wu, an arms merchant. The amount of refined coaxium, requires a person with deep pockets. If you know Fat Wu, he has deep pockets. He is also an asshole, but an honest asshole. I’m currently negotiating the deal with him." Aima answered.

“I’d like you to be with me during my meeting with him. I know that was not part of our deal, but I will pay you to be there.” Aima offered. She had not planned on him being there, but she liked him and wanted him around her.

1 hour later

Jon’s ship dropped out of hyperspace. In front of him was Nar Shaddaa. The moon’s polluted atmosphere covered most of the surface, but between the clouds and smog he saw the ancient refueling spires and loading docks. In between these structures was the massive city. The urban areas on Nar Shaddaa were known as vertical cities since new layers of housing and entertainment buildings were built on top of older layers, like what was found on Coruscant and Taris.

But unlike Coruscant, the entire moon was dominated by decaying urban landscape and congestion. Anything illegal elsewhere could be bought and sold on Nar Shaddaa, and many young smugglers, pirates and criminals started their careers on the moon's other name "Smugglers' Moon". Various sections of Nar Shaddaa were controlled by the Hutts and other criminal organizations.

 

[JonathanBair]

As they there flying, when Jon heard Aima say she would like Jon to be there. He put his hand up to his chin and rubbed it as he weighted the pro's and cons... A second later Jon smiled looking back at Aima saying " Never hurts to have someone watch you back, I am in. *Jon winks as he says* I will be your silent shadow."

Jon smiled as he stat back leaning partly on the back rest of his seat and cockpit and glanced back at her now and then. Jon couldn't help but to think how odd it was for him to have something more the pick up-drop off and scoot out... Jon was also enjoying feeling like he belonged to something more then just him and his droid. The company was enjoyable...

A minute later Jon said "Just wondering, how often do you need a ship? And how often do you deal with Fat Wu... Ya he is a ass but you always know where you stand with him, one of the few things I respect about him, tho I trust him about as far as I can throw him *Jon chuckles a bit at his joke."

After some small talk.. Taya spoke up on the intercom. Jon moved to sit properly in his seat as he went to double checking his gages and what not. Jon turned on his mic for the intercom saying " Taya I got the stick". Jon keeps his come open as he comes out of hyperspace. As he flys he says " Taya scan the ships, see if we can spot any of Fat Wu's ships."

Jon dose a low but normal flying high as he keeps glancing out at the streets below to get a idea what they look like before he touches down on a open docking pad. When they land Jon says " Taya stay with the ship, try and keep a lock on us. I am not expecting trouble, but this isn't a place to leave a ship by its self. Taya take the controles and stand by, we should be back in about half a hour." With that Jon pops the hatch lock for the top of the cockpit and he starts to push it up. This triggers the small motor to kick in and lift it up fully.

Jon smiles and says " Aima, after you." Jon would take this time walking behind her to keep a eye on her back. He partly wished her cloak was off to have a better view of her back side but knew it helped hide her belt and the light saber. Even in this criminal hole, its not a good idea to walk around with one of them, As it would draw some attention. The empire wouldn't have troops here but bounty hunters and the likes may take a shot at a free payday from the empire.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Aima

She was glad Jon wanted to come with her. But she was about to blow his mind. She hoped he did not take offense and would play it cool.

“Jon, thanks for coming along. However, I will need you by my side.” Aima said. They walked out of the docking facility and were now on the streets of Nar Shaddaa. It was busy and noisy. Speeders move by on the street as they walked on the side walk. Jon had moved up next to her. Aima explained more. “Ok … I know where Fat Wu likes to hang out… we are headed there now”

They only needed to walk 10 blocks to reach the club. It was in a seedier part of town, as if that was possible for Nar Shaddaa. Aima and Jon ended up standing in front of a sex club.

“This is it. I hope you are not offended. The establishment does cater to humans” she explained as they entered the place, they were stopped by a pretty young human girl in the entrance lobby. The girl looked Aima over and a frown appeared on her face as she noticed Aima voluptuous and sexy figure.

“Sorry but no street workers allowed” The young girl said to Aima, thinking she was an independent sex worker.

Aima smiled “I’m not a street worker” She said and then looked at Jon “We are into some kinky stuff… we’ll probably need a room. But for now we’d like to go to the bar area.” She told the young girl, who was smiling now. “Please enter” she said opening the door to the main bar area. The inside of the place was much nicer than the outside, it reminder Aima of an old time brothel to include the purple velvet wall paper. The waiting/bar area was a place to relax and pick out any woman, or man for that matter, you liked. There were couches and table set up in a casual and relaxed way. There was food that could be ordered as well. Of course, there were also many rooms to rent for an hour, a night, or a whole week. The place was about half full.

Aima nodded towards a corner booth “That Fat Wu in the middle of the booth… the twins on the outside are his body guards… they are deadly, go by the names, Pleasure and Pain.” Aima explained. Fat Wu was dressed in rich silken robes. He was fat and bald… under his left and right arms were two Twi'lek prostitutes. Outside of the prostitutes were two more, very pretty twins, brunette, humans. They were very sexy looking, but Jon could see the blasters strapped to their thighs.

Aima and Jon headed over to a booth, but before they got there a Cathar approached them. She had striking green eyes, long black hair, and a radiated smile. She was dressed lightly only covering just enough. She had the air of a prostitute.

She smiled at Jon and purred “Do you want a pussy to join you? Three is more fun!” She said and waited for his response. Aima butted in “We want to talk to Fat Wu, when he has time. Please tell him.” She said then she let Jon give his answer.

 

[JonathanBair]

Jon smiles looking at the prostitute and says " This vixen is all I need, she knows how to please me" With that Jon gives Aima a playfully pull so her ass presses into his hips. He grinds his hips a bit for a few seconds then says " Isn't that right hun." Jon hoped she would be cool with him improvising a bit, as she had hinted at the door they where "together"

Jon nodded his head in a dismissive way and said in a firm but flat tone"I don't think Fat Wu would want to miss this deal. If you where smart, you will slip over there and say Jon Gordenson is at the bar with a deal for him." Jon put his hand around Aima letting his hand rest on her belly, so none of the guys would think shes a "working girl"

Jon had heard of places like this, but his life keeps him in his ship and on the go. So he never really was in a place like this before.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Aima

The cat woman walked away from Jon, sad he turned her down. She was headed towards Fat Wu. Aima and Jon sat down.

“Honey… is it ok if I get a glass of Corellian rum? You know it turns me into a tiger in bed!” Aima said as her adoring eyes looked at him.

Jon nodded in agreement as the cat woman returned.

"Fat Wu, would be honored to meet the great Jon Gordenson” The woman purred.

“WOW, That was fast” Aima commented as both of them got up. “The great Jon Gordenson?” Aima questioned. But Jon only gave her a small smirk in reply.

They walked over to Fat Wu's table. Pain and Pleasure studied their every movement. Fat Wu's face lite up as he stared at Jon “Jon Gordenson… your reputation proceeds you. I have tried to hire you many times. Now you walk into my club. Why?” He asked.

“Actually, he is with me. I have a valuable item and wish to trade it to you.” Aima said.

“And who are you?” Fat Wu asked.

“Aima Edo” Aima replied giving the man a small bow. “I sent you a holonet message a few days ago.” She reminder him.

“Oh, yes. A bag full of refined coaxium, you stated. That is worth a lot. Approximately Sixty million credits.” Fat Wu explained. “You will be a very wealth woman”

“I don’t want the credits. I want to trade it for an arms shipment. I’ll send you the list of arms and the drop off location. Jon and I plan to escort the shipment as well.” Aima explained.

“Do you have the coaxium here?” Fat Wu asked.

“It is not here, that would be foolish.” Aima said “but I can make arrangement to have it dropped off, after I inspect the arms shipment. Then you can release the shipment to me.” Aima suggested.

Fat Wu was looking at Aima and then to Jon. He seemed to be reviewing the facts and finding the angle which was most profitable.

“I shall only give you 50 Million credits for the coaxium or I’ll report you to the empire. You fool no one, Aima, I know you wish to supply the rebels with weapons. I do agree with the rest of your plan.” Fat Wu stated.

Aima nodded “Your deal sucks! But I accept.” She said, adding “I’ll need time to get the coaxium here to Nar Shaddaa.” Aima lied.

“Then, I shall offer Jon and you the best room in my club. Everything is on the house. Enjoy.” Fat Wu said waving his hand to dismiss them.

Aima and Jon walked away from the table.

“I think that went well. I figured Fat Wu would take a cut, and 10 Million credits is not too bad” Aima said. She hoped she was right about that. "Plus we get to stay in the best sex room in the club. I hope you are UP for it" She giggled. The cat woman came back up to them and handed the key to the room.

Kessel

Darth Saqol placed her light sabre back on her belt. The Quarren sith lord looked down with her deep turquoise eyes at the dead humans sprawled around the bar. Her four tentacles that protrude from her jaws wiggled wildly as she looked over to her fellow sith lord stating “They taste good breaded and dipped in tarter sauce”

Saqol was dressed in a grey and red cloak, so the majority of the steel grey skin could not be seen, however the cloak did not hide the smell of brine so typical of Quarren. Darth Dultash did not react to Saqol statement. The Kaleesh dark lord was Saqol partner following the “rule of two.” He wore red and black armor which matched his reddish-brown scaly skin.

“It appears that old x wing fighter was our prey. Let’s head to Nar Shaddaa” He ordered.

 

[JonathanBair]

Before Jon got up from the table in a stern and very cold tone. Jon says " Oh next time you try and get in touch with me, don't send a bounty hunter." Jon shoots a firm glare to the two body guards for half a second each, then in a much warmer and affectionate tone Jon says " Let go enjoy are self hun." With that he puts his hand around Aima's hips

As they walk away Aima says “I think that went well. I figured Fat Wu would take a cut, and 10 Million credits is not too bad” Aima said. She hoped she was right about that. "Plus we get to stay in the best sex room in the club. I hope you are UP for it" With a giggle.

It was a interesting twist of a job, having a good looking woman posing as a lover. Jon wasn't about to count on anything coming from this in a relationship, as Jon wasn't sure he would want one. Aima didn't seam the kind of woman to want one also, so Jon wrote the flirting off as part of the job. Jon was happy to be used for this and glad to play his part of the job. Jon wondered if Aima woud ask about the bounty hunter thing....

First staff member Jon did see he Jon did ask for a Corellian rum. Jon smirked at Aima after he ordered the drink. Then said, " I don't like this place what do you say we only stay here for the time we need, or make plans to meet for the cash at a better place?" Jon's eyes scanned the room for anything that looked out of place while being relaxed him self other then a hint of a formal vibe.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Aima

Aima looked around deluxe sex suite; it had a wet bar, hot tub, 3d holo-protector machine, and a “zero gravity” switch.

“I can’t believe you don’t like this place. This is not sleezy, it is nice!” She stated in surprise. She noticed Jon looking around the room for spying equipment. She pulled a small electronic device out of one of her many pockets. She turned it on. A moment later she told him “No bugs, the room is clean, no monitoring devices or the creepy crawling type of bugs either” and then tossed the device over to him. He caught it and looked at the screen, confirming her statement.

“Oh look!” Aima gasps and pointed to a bottle of alcohol at the wet bar “It’s a bottle of Chandrilan Blue '439!! That is expensive. Fat Wu is trying to butter us up.” She walked over to it. Popped the cork and poured herself a glass. She walked back over to Jon and “clinked” his rum glass.

“So you are the GREAT Jon Gordenson!” She said having a bit of fun with him. “It is an honored to meet you!” She teased him further. She took a drink of the excellent wine. “Wow this is good!” Aima gasped after tasting the wine.

“So here is what I’m thinking. We enjoy this excellent wine, you tell me about the bounty hunter Fat Wu sent after you. Then…” She looked around the room. “We actually used this room for some sex! There are a lot of toys that might be fun to try out.” She picked up the remote for the holo-protector and pressed a button. Suddenly there was a holo list of porno movies available. She scrolled through the list and selected a movie call “Debbie does the planet Rodia”.

“Oh I love this one!” Aima said and put the movie on. It was a 3D holo-movie. A blonde human wearing a cowboy hat was having sex with lots of humans and Rodians. Then she pressed the off button and the 3d protector disappeared.

“Look Jon, we’ll only spend one night here. I drop off the bag tomorrow morning. Fat Wu should have the arms ready for me to inspect. Then we take off and leave this shit hole planet.” Aima suggested

“Until then… let’s have a wonderful night together. You might enjoy it sooo much… you’ll give me a discount on the price I’m paying you for your serves!” Aima said with a big naughty smile on her face.