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Timana sat at in his podium, unlike most Hutts where his visage was purely repulsive he was physically dominating enough to be even intimidating. Not many Hutts could say that, the scar running down and over his left eye just helped contribute to the horrible visage of the one who was arguably one of the most militant and easy to anger Hutt. He had a reputation in Hutt Space, he controlled the most violent Hutt Faction with various fight arenas in the grounds of his palace alone.

He spoke in a thick Huttese accent, a droid translating in a mechanical voice. [It is said that you have brought great Timana a gift. Timana demands you tell him what it is.]

Being that Sirka was not part of the conversation, her concentration fell off of the Hutt and onto the more dangerous guards around them. Her eyes watched their movements, while her nose gauged their intentions. Right now, most everyone was fairly calm, apart from Boqo. Even the Hutt himself, as disgusting as he was smell, was not in the worst of moods. That, she imagined, would change quickly, and in short order. It was her job to figure out a way of the mess if something went wrong, which would be a tall order for basically anyone. They were surrounded, after all. Part of her wondered if she had been hired just to give Boqo a false sense of security to get him to accept the job in the first place. Few mercenaries would be able to do anything at all against such odds, but fortunately for Boqo, she was one of those few who might actually be able to do [i]something[/i]. She could take more shots than they would expect, and she could get up to surprising speeds in a sprint. 

Sirka paid more attention to Timana directly as Boqo started to speak. “This gift comes from my employer: The Golden Exchange.” He said simply before pressing the button to automatically open the box.

Timana roared a little, pushing a nearby slave off his podium as he moved forward. He was surprised to see one of his most trusted spies lying on the ground, at Timanas obvious outburst of rage the guards around the room all raised their weapons at the two individuals. The droid spoke up translated Timanas speech as soon as he had finished speaking. [Timana demands to know how the Golden Exchange found out about his most trusted agent? And what right Koren Graeff has in killing an agent of the Great Timana? Koren was the one who refused payment to assassinate, the Great Timana had to take matters into his own hands.]

Again, Sirka flicked out her tongues. The reveal had the predictable effect on the Hutt, which meant that Sirka had to be on guard. Being that she grew up on Nar Shaddaa, she understood Huttese, so she would not need to wait for a translation to know what orders he gave. Boqo remained both professional and confident in his outward demeanor. “We are just the couriers for this message. There is little that escapes Koren’s eye, and he feels this message is self-evident.”

By virtue of their scents, Sirka could feel how both the Hutt and his guards were reacting to the developing scene. Anger, confidence, worry. Everyone was on a blade’s edge, but she had a feeling the Hutt was hesitating to lash out at them for a reason. The Golden Exchange was a capable and frankly frightening entity to face. That was not to say that others, even Timana, could not stand against it with sheer might, but the balance of power in the region was so divided that no one could truly afford to make an enemy of them. That was a fact of which Sirka suspected the Hutt might need to be reminded. She had not been specifically told to speak, but she also had not been instructed [i]not[/i] to speak. She could read a situation, and she felt that threat could be just what was needed to force a peaceful resolution. “It’s wise to...respect the Golden Exchange’s neutrality.”

Timana had a long inhale of breath before laughing in the age old Hutt obnoxious laugh [i]‘Oooooooh, ho, ho, hoooo.’[/i] The guards all lowered their weapons, all most likely used to this form of trading in the Hutts domain. Timana began to speak closely followed by that of his translator. [Koren [i]is[/i] a brash one. The great Timana advises that you take this time to leave, [i]now[/i] and relay a message to the [i]great[/i] Koren Graeff. He should be careful of whom he threatens.]

The guards relaxing was not enough to take Sirka off her guard, though she did try to avoid looking any more directly threatening than usual. Until they were out of Timana’s compound, or really, off the planetoid, they would not be truly safe. Still she took it to be a good sign, particularly since, as Boqo’s response indicated, they would be leaving shortly. “We will take our leave. Koren is always willing to do business, as long as conflict is kept away from his property.”

With that, there was nothing more left to say. The message had been delivered, and it would be hard for Timana not to understand it, even if they had said nothing at all. It was abundantly clear that the angry slug wanted them out of his sight, and for Sirka, the feeling was mutual. The pair started to make their way out of the chamber, though just in case, Sirka kept herself between Boqo and the guards.