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Business Transaction - Commission and Story by Zannah

Business Transaction - Commission and Story

Zannah

This is actually sort of a prequel to a much longer story, but I haven't illustrated any of the rest... Yet. =D Takes place in chaser617's Reluctant Master universe, a version of Star Wars. Story by perdikitti, characters belong to perdikitti, colblackwolf, and chaser617.

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Mat knew something was wrong when the boss fell through the heavy curtains, wheezing for breath. He had his blaster out of his holster before she made it to one of the matching chairs.

The slinky feline waved him off, still wheezing with -- laughter, he realized. The boss was laughing. Ice snaked through his veins. He sat, but kept the blaster out. “What is it?”

“Jedi,” she snickered, dragging her palm over her spotted face. “There are Jedi at the bar.”

His eyes narrowed. The new order was better than the old one, but Jedi were bad for business all the same. “Where?”

“The dancing girl and the Gamorrean.”

What?” Mat twitched the curtain aside. A small feline in Gamorrean leathers was perched atop one of the tall stools, harassing their bartender. The tightly coiled leash in the child’s hand led to the golden collar of a slender dancing girl, a husky with gold hair and red fur. There was something familiar about that one, and it wasn’t the costume. “I know her.”

“Not the way you know her master,” Karysma purred.

“...wait.” Mat let the curtain drop. “That’s Zannah’s girl?”

“The very same. Their ship is at a registered landing pad,” Karysma added, sliding the datapad she carried across the table. “No sign of life, but it’s been searched by guards in some sort of uniform. I have people working on it.”

“Interesting. Zannah?”

“No sign of her, but the little one is offering two slaves for sale. The husky, and an older vixen.”

The Zannah he knew would never let herself be caught by some pint-sized slaver. “Interesting.”

“Isn’t it?” Karysma grinned. “I think we should entertain the prospect, don’t you?”

“Might be worth a second look. What did you have in mind?”

“Oh, it’s very simple, really…”

.......

Perdi yanked on Roura’s leash to keep the older girl moving. She was a lousy dancing girl, and she didn’t even have louses in her fur. She kept talkins back, though, and she didn’t much like what Perdi was doin, even though it was all necessaries.

The dark-furred wolf who met them at the door of the private booth had a dancing girl of his own, one with awful big chest-things. Perdi hissed at her and hopped up onto one of the chairs. “All rights, I’s not doin’ any business with ya ’til I sees yer credits.”

The wolf sat down slowly, spreading a wealth of credchips out on the table. Perdi squirmed and yanked her gaze away ’fore he could figure out she wanted his money well enough to gives him a discount. His dancing girl was giggling and drapin’ herself all over his shoulders. “You should acts more like her, iffin’ you wants me to find ya a good place to be,” she told Roura archly. The older apprentice blanched. She’d been doin’ that a lot ever since Perdi an’ her new swoop gang had libertated her from the slave pens on the lower levels of Nar Shaddaa, even though she was awful lucky Perdi an’ her new friends had found her at all. When those armed guards had come at the ship, Roura an’ their master had both been caught, an’ it was only lucks an’ the Forces that Perdi had found ’em.

Gettin’ em back was the real problem. Roura was for sale, an’ the prize from winnin’ that swoop race Perdi had entered with the nice swoop she’d liberated from a Gamorrean thug an’ his kid, whose clothes at least fit her all nice-like, had taken all her winnings. She needed more firepower to get Zanny out of the hole she’d been tossed in by those thugs, an’ on Nar Shaddaa, that meant credits.

“Do tell,” the wolf drawled.

“It’s likes this. You pays full price up fronts for this premium slaves-girl, right here, an’ you gets her right aways, but she’s part of a two-fer.” Perdi slapped her holo-emitter down on the table, and an image of her master, stolen while Zannah was in the ’fresher a few weeks back, shimmered into being. “You gets this’un in a little bit.”

The wolf and his girl exchanged a look that made Perdi scowl. “I knows she ain’t got real big chest-bags like yer girl there, but she’s qual’ty goods, I swears it. They boths is.”

“And your asking price?” he drawled, leaning toward the hologram.

“Um… what’s the goin’ rates for Mannalorians?” Perdi asked. There had been a couple of them out at the bar. The grown-ups exchanged another look while Roura made a panicked noise. Perdi glared at her. “You could tries smilin’,” she growled. Roura clenched her teeth together and pulled her lips back. It was sickly-lookins, but it was prolly the best her fellow ’prentice could manage.

The wolf’s eyebrows were doin’ a weird flexy up-n-down thing all at once. “Why do you ask?”

“No reasons.”

The man cleared his throat. “I see. We could cover the starting costs of an enterprise with a Mandalorian or two, in exchange for merchandise.” He gestured toward the hologram of the nude vixen. “After all, you are presenting us with quality goods.”

With a couple Mannalorians, there was no way those nasty guard-types could keep her master locked up. This was the best rescues plan ever. Perdi gave him her most winningest smile. “Eggsalent. You’s gots yerself a deal, misser.”

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