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<blockquote data-quote="Iron Sky" data-source="post: 5284531" data-attributes="member: 60965"><p>Blondie returned and nodded to Ishmael. “Got the deal worked out. Some Sullustian will take us. Room and board as the base price. A little insurance both ways; we get 10% of the value of any Isalis crystals he finds, he gets 10% of the bounty on any pirates we nab if they try to board him. He says there's this Rodian named Badoo Hado or something that has been targeting him for months. With any luck, Badoo will make a move this time with us aboard.”</p><p></p><p> “Badoo?” Ishamael said, thinking back to the Cartel bounty board. “He had a thousand on his head or something like that.”</p><p></p><p> Blondie nodded. “He agreed to us going in secret too, none of the usual fanfare. We'll slip on one at a time over the next hour or so. Airlock 75b, <em>Utha's Pride</em>. See you on the ship.”</p><p> </p><p>***</p><p></p><p> The ship was tiny and smelled like rust, dust, and an unpleasant damp, alien smell that Ishmael couldn't quite place. The cargo hold was empty of everything but a couple big black droids that looked space capable. <em>Scrape</em> and <em>Clank</em> Utha had said, gesturing towards the bulky droids as he'd led the three of them on. The numerous small chisel, drill, and scoop arms on said droids made their purpose pretty plain.</p><p> </p><p>Beyond the cargo hold airlock was a short hallway, leading straight to the cockpit with doors branching off on either side. One room seemed to be Utha's sleeping quarters – the damp alien smell was much stronger there – and the other a hastily-cleaned out junk-storage room that might have once been another livable crew quarters, but now was debris littered, filthy, and dark since only one flickering light worked in the whole room.</p><p></p><p>Christian had claimed it, of course, snarling and throwing things at anyone who came in - when the kid weren't climbing through the ship's ventilation ducts or trying to tinker with the Sullustian's droids that is.</p><p></p><p>The cockpit was small, barely big enough for Utha, so Ishmael ended up spending most of the first three days hanging out in Utha's quarters with Blondie, staring out the one small porthole at the seemingly endless crystal rings of the Shroud, trying to ignore the alien smells and Blondie's endless cigar chomping and spitting. The fourth day was when the excitement started.</p><p> </p><p>Utha started chattering to himself. This wasn't unusual since Utha apparently kept himself company by talking to himself constantly in Sullustian, but he drew Ishmael and Blondie's interest when his chatter suddenly increased in amplitude and frequency.</p><p> </p><p>To Ishmael's non-technical eye, nothing seemed to have changed inside the cockpit or out. They were still plodding through the seemingly endless glittering expanse of the Shroud, the blue sun still gleaming ahead of them, the cockpit still full of buttons, switches and blinking lights. There was one small screen that seemed a bit more active, but Utha was glued to it, so Ishmael could barely even see that. He was about to go back to the room when Utha suddenly brought the ship to a lurching halt and sprinted past them towards the cargo bay.</p><p> </p><p>Ishmael glanced at Blondie and the gunfighter shrugged as they followed after the Sullustian.</p><p> </p><p>Utha already had the two droids activated and was sealing the cargo hold's interior airlock by the time Blondie and Ishmael got there. Utha squeezed past them again back to the cockpit, leaving Blondie and Ishmael peering out the small airlock window into the cargo hold.</p><p></p><p>The two droids were moving slowly towards the rear hatch of the cargo hold, now open to space. It quickly became apparent that rear hatch wasn't big enough for both droids at once, but rather than solving the problem by going through one after the other, the droids tried to push through at the same time, a flurry of small arms on each droid flailing away at the other as they tried to squeeze through the hatch simultaneously.</p><p> </p><p>“I don't know whether this is funny or depressing,” Ishmael said.</p><p> </p><p>Blondie spat in reply.</p><p> </p><p>Finally one of the droids fought its way free and began circling the ship, the other tagging along close behind.</p><p> </p><p>Ishmael headed back to the cockpit, standing at the doorway and watching as the two droids floated slowly over towards what looked like a large geode floating amidst the pale blue crystals that surrounded them. There was a tremendous amount droid of activity around the geode, finally resulting in one of the droids pulling a gleaming blue crystal from the geode's center and floating back towards the rear hatch of the ship.</p><p> </p><p>Utha leapt up again, running back to the airlock and practically bouncing up and down as the droids made their ponderous way towards the rear hatch. Unfortunately, they both tried to enter at the same time again, resulting in the same ferocious frenzy of little darting, slapping arms as they squeezed and scraped their way in.</p><p></p><p>The Sullustian was practically foaming at the mouth with anticipation by the time the droids managed to make it all the way inside, sealing the outside hatch and cycling the airlock with a triumphant shout as they did so.</p><p></p><p>To make matters worse, Utha couldn't get Clank to let go of the crystal. Utha tried screaming, pleading, crying, threatening – all to no avail. He finally had to resort to shutting the stubborn droid off and dismantling its gripper hand. After all that, Ishmael was unimpressed with the fist-sized crystal the Sullustian held out towards them with glee.</p><p></p><p>“How much?” Blondie said, squinting at the crystal as it seemed to pulse with its own internal light.</p><p></p><p>“For you?” Utha thought for several minutes, staring up, fingers flitting around like he was making figures in his mind. “200?”</p><p> </p><p>Ishmael turned to Blondie and raised his eyebrows. “Not bad, now let's just see if we can get our other jackpot.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Iron Sky, post: 5284531, member: 60965"] Blondie returned and nodded to Ishmael. “Got the deal worked out. Some Sullustian will take us. Room and board as the base price. A little insurance both ways; we get 10% of the value of any Isalis crystals he finds, he gets 10% of the bounty on any pirates we nab if they try to board him. He says there's this Rodian named Badoo Hado or something that has been targeting him for months. With any luck, Badoo will make a move this time with us aboard.” “Badoo?” Ishamael said, thinking back to the Cartel bounty board. “He had a thousand on his head or something like that.” Blondie nodded. “He agreed to us going in secret too, none of the usual fanfare. We'll slip on one at a time over the next hour or so. Airlock 75b, [I]Utha's Pride[/I]. See you on the ship.” *** The ship was tiny and smelled like rust, dust, and an unpleasant damp, alien smell that Ishmael couldn't quite place. The cargo hold was empty of everything but a couple big black droids that looked space capable. [I]Scrape[/I] and [I]Clank[/I] Utha had said, gesturing towards the bulky droids as he'd led the three of them on. The numerous small chisel, drill, and scoop arms on said droids made their purpose pretty plain. Beyond the cargo hold airlock was a short hallway, leading straight to the cockpit with doors branching off on either side. One room seemed to be Utha's sleeping quarters – the damp alien smell was much stronger there – and the other a hastily-cleaned out junk-storage room that might have once been another livable crew quarters, but now was debris littered, filthy, and dark since only one flickering light worked in the whole room. Christian had claimed it, of course, snarling and throwing things at anyone who came in - when the kid weren't climbing through the ship's ventilation ducts or trying to tinker with the Sullustian's droids that is. The cockpit was small, barely big enough for Utha, so Ishmael ended up spending most of the first three days hanging out in Utha's quarters with Blondie, staring out the one small porthole at the seemingly endless crystal rings of the Shroud, trying to ignore the alien smells and Blondie's endless cigar chomping and spitting. The fourth day was when the excitement started. Utha started chattering to himself. This wasn't unusual since Utha apparently kept himself company by talking to himself constantly in Sullustian, but he drew Ishmael and Blondie's interest when his chatter suddenly increased in amplitude and frequency. To Ishmael's non-technical eye, nothing seemed to have changed inside the cockpit or out. They were still plodding through the seemingly endless glittering expanse of the Shroud, the blue sun still gleaming ahead of them, the cockpit still full of buttons, switches and blinking lights. There was one small screen that seemed a bit more active, but Utha was glued to it, so Ishmael could barely even see that. He was about to go back to the room when Utha suddenly brought the ship to a lurching halt and sprinted past them towards the cargo bay. Ishmael glanced at Blondie and the gunfighter shrugged as they followed after the Sullustian. Utha already had the two droids activated and was sealing the cargo hold's interior airlock by the time Blondie and Ishmael got there. Utha squeezed past them again back to the cockpit, leaving Blondie and Ishmael peering out the small airlock window into the cargo hold. The two droids were moving slowly towards the rear hatch of the cargo hold, now open to space. It quickly became apparent that rear hatch wasn't big enough for both droids at once, but rather than solving the problem by going through one after the other, the droids tried to push through at the same time, a flurry of small arms on each droid flailing away at the other as they tried to squeeze through the hatch simultaneously. “I don't know whether this is funny or depressing,” Ishmael said. Blondie spat in reply. Finally one of the droids fought its way free and began circling the ship, the other tagging along close behind. Ishmael headed back to the cockpit, standing at the doorway and watching as the two droids floated slowly over towards what looked like a large geode floating amidst the pale blue crystals that surrounded them. There was a tremendous amount droid of activity around the geode, finally resulting in one of the droids pulling a gleaming blue crystal from the geode's center and floating back towards the rear hatch of the ship. Utha leapt up again, running back to the airlock and practically bouncing up and down as the droids made their ponderous way towards the rear hatch. Unfortunately, they both tried to enter at the same time again, resulting in the same ferocious frenzy of little darting, slapping arms as they squeezed and scraped their way in. The Sullustian was practically foaming at the mouth with anticipation by the time the droids managed to make it all the way inside, sealing the outside hatch and cycling the airlock with a triumphant shout as they did so. To make matters worse, Utha couldn't get Clank to let go of the crystal. Utha tried screaming, pleading, crying, threatening – all to no avail. He finally had to resort to shutting the stubborn droid off and dismantling its gripper hand. After all that, Ishmael was unimpressed with the fist-sized crystal the Sullustian held out towards them with glee. “How much?” Blondie said, squinting at the crystal as it seemed to pulse with its own internal light. “For you?” Utha thought for several minutes, staring up, fingers flitting around like he was making figures in his mind. “200?” Ishmael turned to Blondie and raised his eyebrows. “Not bad, now let's just see if we can get our other jackpot.” [/QUOTE]
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