masshysteria
Explorer
“The Gamorean’s been stowed in an empty hold.” Toth says, returning to the common area. “And I got this.”
The Bothan tosses a bounty hunter license on the table and a sly grin appears on his face, “Anyone else thinking what I’m thinking?”
“Yeah” says Kaldo, “If we take off now, we should be able to shake most of the bounty hunters. If we bounce between the mid rim and outer rim—“
“What?” Interrupts Toth, “No. I mean we collect on our own bounty.”
“Yeah, that’s what I meant.” Kaldo sheepishly replies.
“And how do you propose we do that?” Tam cuts in.
“We get a good slicer to change the ID on the Gamorean’s license.” The Bothan explains, “We fake our capture and get someone we trust to collect. And last time I checked, there’s someone in this room we can trust and isn’t on Faynor’s recording.”
Once again, all eyes are on Xule.
Tam takes a look at Xule and grabs a blast helmet from the shelf and places it on her head.
“But with the blast shield down—“ Xule whines.
“Oh, sorry. There ya go.” Tam flips the shield back.
Standing there with a blast helmet and vest, two heavy blasters strapped to her hips: Tam’s and Kaldo’s, and Toth’s modified carbine slung across her back, in the right circles, Xule could pass as bounty hunter. He compares the image to the one on the sliced license and has to admit it’s pretty good. This may just work.
“There’s no way this is going to work.” Kaldo mumbles as the crew hands over the last remaining bars of currency to a group of Ugnaughts. The Ugnaughts quickly go to work powering up the carbon freezing chamber. Kaldo watches one adjust a regulator valve. The Ugnaught turns it one way, turns is back the other way, scratches his head, turns it back the other way again, shrugs, and then walks off.
A few moments later, the crew of the Vagrant Heart and one Jawa are frozen in blocks of carbonite. Xule dons her helmet and goes to collect on the bounty.
The Bothan tosses a bounty hunter license on the table and a sly grin appears on his face, “Anyone else thinking what I’m thinking?”
“Yeah” says Kaldo, “If we take off now, we should be able to shake most of the bounty hunters. If we bounce between the mid rim and outer rim—“
“What?” Interrupts Toth, “No. I mean we collect on our own bounty.”
“Yeah, that’s what I meant.” Kaldo sheepishly replies.
“And how do you propose we do that?” Tam cuts in.
“We get a good slicer to change the ID on the Gamorean’s license.” The Bothan explains, “We fake our capture and get someone we trust to collect. And last time I checked, there’s someone in this room we can trust and isn’t on Faynor’s recording.”
Once again, all eyes are on Xule.
Tam takes a look at Xule and grabs a blast helmet from the shelf and places it on her head.
“But with the blast shield down—“ Xule whines.
“Oh, sorry. There ya go.” Tam flips the shield back.
Standing there with a blast helmet and vest, two heavy blasters strapped to her hips: Tam’s and Kaldo’s, and Toth’s modified carbine slung across her back, in the right circles, Xule could pass as bounty hunter. He compares the image to the one on the sliced license and has to admit it’s pretty good. This may just work.
“There’s no way this is going to work.” Kaldo mumbles as the crew hands over the last remaining bars of currency to a group of Ugnaughts. The Ugnaughts quickly go to work powering up the carbon freezing chamber. Kaldo watches one adjust a regulator valve. The Ugnaught turns it one way, turns is back the other way, scratches his head, turns it back the other way again, shrugs, and then walks off.
A few moments later, the crew of the Vagrant Heart and one Jawa are frozen in blocks of carbonite. Xule dons her helmet and goes to collect on the bounty.