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http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?searchall=Star+Wars%3A+Fortune+Hunter“Rhys!” Jennis D’Leer the Zygerrian scavver addresses you over the holocomms. “Nice to see that y’all and yours are doin’ spiffy! I’m due in Coru-scant in ‘bout a couple hours. Once I’m landed, y’all give me a looksee, alright?”
You nod, smiling to her. “Thanks, Jennis. I’m sorry that I’m making you run around the Galaxy like this.”
“Ah, pish posh!” She waves it off, smirking. “Y’all are basically the only customers I’ve had in a long long while so y’all are just keeping me quite well-fed.” She pats her belly, smiling. “Can’t wait to see y’all in the big city down there, I got some new wares for y’all. I’m surprised more people don’t subscribe to my better products you know? I guess the Zygerrian thing is real hard to shake off.”
You shrug. “Some people just can’t see past species.”
“I know, the notion that all of us are slavers absolutely riles me up!” She huffs, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. “Tell you what though, when I land and you come on by, I’ll treat ya with a little bit of Zygerrian hospitality. Yes, it does involve a lot of gravy, you put gravy on everything, ya know?” Her holopad beeps, and she looks down at it. “Agh, dang it. I need to get back to the cockpit, but I’ll see ya soon, Rhys.” Her image disappears, the call over.
Always an interesting thing talking with Zygerrians. And people say you have an accent.
For now though, you were 40k credits up. Potentially 100k if you were ever to take that job with the Zann Consortium. You’re not looking to just yet, but it is a tempting prospect. Especially if you were to get those ingots for market value. That much money, you could retire quietly to a planet way out of the way, buy yourself a nice airspeeder, find a sweetheart to have kids with, the good life. You sigh a little as you step down the boarding ramp of the Lion’s Share. Not from bliss mind you though.
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