[Several of the resulting actions and conversations were determined by the roll of a D20]
The walk from the bounty hunters ship was not long, but it was heavy with an uneasy silence. The Rodian was clearly terrified. Not of the hunter, or the armed guard, but more of the woman, and the man she walked next to. Whenever he would cast and upward glance it was in their direction, and every time, like clockwork, the woman’s head would turn to match his gaze, and he’d drop back down, staring at the floor
When they came to a halt it was in front of a door, years of wear had worn off any labels, a few splotches of yellow and black were visible around its perimeter, but nothing else. Pressing a button on a panel beside the door it hissed open, and the guard casually shoved the Rodian through the threshold and the door sealed shut behind it, it turned back, looking through the port hole of the door, and let out a squeal of terror.
“Shut up,” Vincent responded, taking a step direct center of the port hole, glaring through at the Rodian. “Answer my questions, to my satisfaction, and we let you out.” He crossed his hands in front of him, “Do not and you’ll learn what fear really is.”
Tskeeta nodded, his shoulders slumped.
“First question, who hired you to attack the ship?”
The big bulbous eyes looked away for a moment, glancing around the small room they were in, trying to find a clue or some out. He knew there wasn’t one tho. If he told the Echani the truth, his employer would kill him, if he didn’t the Echani would. But a life on the run was still a life? Right?
“Gridora the Hutt.” It’s long snout of a mouth drooped, “Your client hadn’t paid Gridora for protection that month, so he ordered me to take out your shipment. He chose you specifically.”
“Because you represent a rival security company, he can now bluster about that he took out one of your shipments.”
The Echani’s hand clenched, the leather in his gloves creaking. “And why did you kill the crew?”
“I didn’t… Gridora did.” There was a quiver in the Rodian’s voice, he was telling the truth, and he didn’t like it. “After I captured the ship Gridora’s barge showed up, he had them marched in front of him, and his Enforcers… well I wish I hadn’t stayed and watched.”
At this point the woman spoke up, picking up where Vincent seemed to angered to continue. “And what did you do with the ship and it’s cargo?”
“I was given it as part of my payment, Gridora’s a cheapskate like that. I sold the cargo at Ord Mantell and was going to dump the ship when your hunter got me.” He listed off a set of coordinates on Cato Nemodia and Vincent glanced at the woman.
“One of the more mountainous cities.” Vincent nodded, and then looked at the bounty hunter. “Bonus is being granted, I’d task you to go get the ship but my guess is Cato Nemodia is a place you should avoid for now.”
The Rhodian interrupted, “What about me? You said you would let me out if I answered.”
Vincent slowed turned back to the Rodian, nodding his head. “That I did.” The woman stepped up to the console by the door and hooked her datapad into it. A moment later the inside of the room the Rhodian was in began to light up, yellow flashing lights. A second door came down, one between him and the original. The Rhodian screamed something in it’s native language, Vincent didn’t care to translate. “We’re letting you out, and sending you right back to Gridora. With a message. You will tell him this…”
Placing a hand over the door frame he leaned forward, nearly pressing his nose against the transperasteel viewport. “You will burn.” The woman pressed a button, and the corridor shook. The room Tskeeta as in shook, and slid away from them, after a moment it floated free in space, revealing that it was an escape pod.
Thrusters fired, orienting the pod as two small engine pods slipped out from the side as the pod rotated to it’s port. It’s engines flared, and for a split second the pod seemed to stretch on forever before it snapped away into a burst of light, into hyperspace.
Stepping away from the door Vincent smoothed his coat and seemed to regain a calm demeanor. “Callista, send a retrieval team, an armed one, to fetch the ship, and order the Vision of Confluence to rendezvous with us at the next jump point for this ship.”
He then turned back to the hunter, “The bonus is being transferred, as I said. However how would you like another job? A, ‘the better you do, the more you earn’ job?” He placed his hands behind his back, “We’re going to go visit the little criminal empire of a Hutt. Bring me proof of execution of every lieutenant you can, and I’ll pay you 10,000 credits a piece.”
His expression went stone cold after that, “Bring me the Hutt’s head, and I’ll refit your little Helix at not cost.”
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