More spooks? Must be some sort of conference going on somewhere, why else would there be so many of them? The Zeltron was more accustomed to seeing only a handful of law enforcement officers at any one time, with the odd exception, usually major crime scenes or big raids, but this many operatives for an obese smuggler's ship? Why does Dojo get this much attention? For the briefest of moments, she wondered about it before blanching at the thought. It wasn't worth it.
When the man with the wide brimmed hat revealed his disdain for her methods at apprehending Dojo in a manner that alerted his supplier, Diri shrugged indifferently. "Then maybe next time you'll mention you have no intention of letting me do things my way to find the evidence you're after." The rest of the exchange went about as well as she could have anticipated, the plan being for Diri to take the ship with her spook companion, fly it to the arranged meeting place, exchange the cargo, question the intermediary and find the kingpin or his lieutenant running this particular smuggling arm. As usual, it probably sounded easier than it would turn out to be, even if the other spook was calling it a "simple errand" but for Diri, if a job was that simple, than it wasn't worth picking up at all.
"How many credits are we talking about here sug?" she asked with a little smirk. There was a moment of hesitation as the agent took another puff from his thick cigarra, blowing the smoke away before finally responding. The figure wasn't exactly lucrative, but Diri was already under contract with the ISIS so combined the payout would be potentially worthwhile. Looking at the vessel just past the agent, she nodded at last and accepted the deal. The agent moved aside and with a sweep of his arm, gestured for her to board the YT-2000. As she approached the vessel, she frowned in disgust, reading he name of the ship that was painted in very crude freehand just behind the cockpit canopy. "Ugliest ship I have ever seen..." The Yellow Pearl looked just like nearly every stock YT-2000 she had ever seen, and that by default made them the ugliest ship in the galaxy, right behind all the ugly starfighters she had ever vaped. What made this ship worse than every other YT-2000 was its previous owner.
Climbing aboard the ship, Diri was instantly hit with a sudden desire to turn right back around and disembark, telling the agent where to shove his credits. The ship was dirtier than the lowest brothel on Nar Shaddaa, dirt and grime coating the walls, floor and even the ceiling. The scent of used and burnt spice loomed thick in the air, a nauseating feeling coming over her even as she breathed through her mouth. "Seven veils, this place needs to be sent into the furnace of one of those World Devastator things..." Glancing back at the spook accompanying her, she asked, "You do have those still right?"
Though the New Republic claimed all the World Devastators were destroyed at Dac, Diri refused to believe the Empire would be so stupid as to not have kept one or two behind, a thought confirmed during the much vaunted and flaunted departure of ICE. The Feds were bound to have another one kicking around somewhere, ready to chew up someone's planet when other resources ran scarce. So long as the Feds left Zeltros well enough alone for their superweapons, Diri couldn't care less which government the monarchy threw their lot in with. Old Republic, Galactic Empire, New Republic, all of them had left her home well enough alone, content to let them do continue with their way of life without disturbing it.
Approaching the cockpit, she wasn't at all surprised to see an enlarged pilot's chair that could easily fit two people in it. Shivering at the sight of all the grime and molted skin in the vessel, Diri found another one of those incredibly rare times when she wished she had put on more clothes and wasn't showing so much skin. "I think I'm going to be ill," she said, gagging for a moment as she fought the urge to throw up. There wasn't enough fire in all the stars to sanitize this vessel and before she could back away, return to her ship and put on a hazmat suit- or the closest approximation to one she owned- the agent with the wide brimmed hat emerged inside the ship with something else to add.
Behind her she heard a familiar voice speaking in Rodese and Diri shivered in revulsion. Dojo was actually going to be involved in this stunt. Explains why the spook is still tagging along then... Standing aside, Diri kept a hand on her blaster, leery of the idea of letting the Rodian fly his own ship though she could sense Dojo wasn't too keen about this arrangement either. If there was one bright side to all this, it meant she could remain standing and wouldn't have to sully herself manipulating the dirty controls at the console. "Try something cute," Diri dared as Dojo slowly walked past, "Please."
"I'm not your enemy Zeltron," Dojo responded in his native tongue, glancing at her with his black eyes for a moment. "You shouldn't even be working with the Feds either. What do you think Lorga would say if he-"
"Shut up and fly," Diri hissed, cutting the Rodian off swiftly, gesturing to his oversized chair. The Rodian hesitated for a moment but probably saw Diri's hand on her blaster so he took his seat and powered the ship up. The man with the wide brimmed hat exited, wishing the group the customary "Force be with you". Pulling out her own comm, Diri didn't exactly like the idea of being taken to some place at the mercy of the fat Rodian. "Give me the coordinates to our destination," she ordered, adding with a casual glance at the other spook still with them, "I want to make sure I've got some backup of my own in case this supplier is the overly cautious type and fields an entire army."
The vessel departed for space, followed discretely behind by a YT-2400 which remained behind as the Yellow Pearl made the jump to the abandoned mine. It was a trip that was perhaps the most uncomfortable Diri had ever had to stand through, careful to not touch anything, fearing she might contract some sort of vile disease. Despite being only a few parsecs away, the trip seemed to take eons and when the YT-2000 dropped out of hyperspace at last in a large asteroid field that was situated along the trailing end of the Bilbringi sector, Diri could see a massive asteroid, about a quarter the size of Bilbringi itself which had been completely mined out, the massive rock really a hollow crust littered with old mining facilities, any one of them the meeting site. The supplier was smart, having probably picked this particular meeting spot in hopes of giving the ISIS more ground than they could cover, though if the number of spooks Diri had seen back at the space port and during Dojo's initial arrest was indication of anything, she somehow doubted the thousands of sites would give the ISIS any problems in covering each and every single one.
"Now we wait..." Dojo began calmly, as though this wasn't his first time being coerced into helping people he'd sooner kill.
"Wait?" Diri shot him a leery sideways glance but stopped short of persisting for details as to why. She didn't sense any sinister intent or ulterior motives though something was worrying him. Whether it was the blaster at her side or the possibility that his supplier's intermediary would be less than pleased to see him now that he had been caught, she couldn't tell. In either case, it meant Dojo had little to lose unless there was a possibility he could salvage his reputation and regain the trust of his bosses. And that could be through us...
"Yes, wait. I will receive a signal which will give me a location to the right mine."
Sounded plausible, Diri had done enough smuggling jobs to know how the game was played. The real concern on the back of her mind was whether or not the Feds were on top of their game or not. It didn't take long for a signal to be sent and Dojo throttled the ship up again and approached the asteroid. Looking around, Diri looked around for anything out of place. So far, she only saw rocks, space and stars. Glancing at the control console, Diri watched the scope, hoping to spot movement on it. If the Feds had drones or something watching them, the scope wasn't detecting anything but it was probably a stock sensor too which would be lucky to find a gas giant when the ship was in its atmosphere.
The ship descended towards the world, giving Diri a good view of the strip mining and deep boreholes that covered wide swathes of the world. Concern started to fill the cabin and Diri could tell something wasn't sitting right with Dojo now. "What's going on?" she began, dropping her voice down as though someone were listening in.
Dojo cursed under his breath, having forgotten for a brief moment about Zeltrons' ability to sense emotions and feelings. "You know, I've been caught by the Feds and now am about to help them bring down my supplier who's far more intelligent than those agents who's putting us through this..." In short, it was the usual concern about being shot on the spot for being stupid enough to get caught in the first place.
Diri wasn't quite sure how that was something worth getting increasingly worried about, but if it was remiss enough to make Dojo concerned, it was remiss enough to make her concerned and leery for an ambush. Sadly, the lack of population density meant she couldn't sense anything beyond the general mood within the Yellow Pearl so she couldn't pick up any other individuals if there indeed were any in proximity to the area. If the asteroid was inhabited like it once was back in its hayday, she'd probably feel the blood, sweat and toil from all the workers. The ship slowed down suddenly and started to descend down one of the deep boreholes, plunging everyone in a near complete darkness, illuminated by the glowing controls. Drawing in a deep breath, Diri exhaled slowly and said under her breath, "This was probably a bad idea..."
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