[right][h3]Jast[/h3][/right][hr]
Jast and Telsa stepped to the center of the Hutt’s throne room. They were at the heart of Khulbe’s criminal empire on Nar Shaddaa now, and they found it to certainly look the part. The Hutt lord’s entourage was as alien and diverse as ever, a throng of sentients from across the universe gathered together in this nexus of criminal darkness, all eyes fixed on the captain and his officer. 

Jast smiled, looked over to Telsa. His first officer stood at attention, face an impassive mask and the black case in her hands.  

“Khulbe the Great,” the captain began. “It is a pleasure to see you, and an honor to join at your court today. I come before you to offer you an opportunity to bring the most lucrative recreational drug product of the Core Worlds to Hutt Space. Telsa, would you kindly?” She opened the case, revealing a glittering sea of what seemed to be shards of glass, or diamonds, all of them a rosy pink hue. 

“Pink Kyber,” Jast introduced the product, selecting a single, large, irregularly cut crystal from the case and holding it up in the light for Khulbe to see. The crystal looked like a pink ruby between his thumb and forefinger. “This is a unique, enantiomerically pure strain of tethylenedioxytethylaphene that binds with the receptors of over two dozen of the galaxy’s most common species more efficiently than standard TDT. To put it simply, this is the best stuff on the market, currently produced by one laboratory on Ord Mantell that holds a monopoly on its production.

“In the spirit of the free market, which I know you love, I think there’s room for some competition.”

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[right][h3]Boqorro[/h3][/right][hr]

“Would you be careful with her? She looks like she’s half dead.”

While Jast and Telsa made their case to the great Hutt lord, Boqorro led the stowaway through the ship and to an airlock. The blue skinned chief engineer, Valera Syndulla, walked with him, repeatedly urging him to be gentler with their new prisoner. 

The Raven didn’t have a proper brig, but an airlock worked well enough. It sealed from the outside, and with a single push of a button could either release a prisoner or evacuate them into the black of space. The giant security chief pushed her into an airlock and sealed it. 

Boqorro and Val considered the Zelosian through the airlock’s transparisteel viewport. She did not look like a particularly dangerous individual. In fact, she looked very much like she was in need of food, water, and sleep in something that was not a crawlspace deep in the guts of a starship. Boqorro pressed a button, opening the intercom between the airlock and the ship's corridor to allow him to speak to her.

“You need to tell me everything about you right now,” he ordered. It was a simple enough request, he figured. “The more you tell me, and the more honest you are, the easier this gets for you.”