[right][h3]Khulbe’s Palace – Jast[/h3][/right][hr]
Jast took his seat across from Khulbe as directed, looking over to Telsa and shooting her a roguish smile and a wink. She did not return the nod.

He poured himself a couple of fingers of the brandy. “I have seventeen thousand liters of TDT precursor,” he started, “a chemical called pseudoteth, in the Raven’s cargo hold. That’s enough to kickstart a TDT operation, provided you acquire some supplementary reagents and get a few chemists on your payroll, but shouldn’t be a problem. The pseudoteth is the only regulated component of the TDT formula. The rest of it—red phosphorous, anhydrous ammonia, lithium, hydrochloric acid—that’s all easily obtainable. So, Khulbe, your first problem was getting the pseudoteth, and I’ve taken care of that for you already.” He pressed on, making his way to the heart of his pitch. “There’s a second problem, though. Any chemist can make TDT; not just any chemist can make Pink Kyber.”

He pulled a crystal form inside his coat, slowly, so as not to worry Khulbe’s Wookie guardians, and held it up in the light. It was translucent, colorless, and shot through with impurities. It looked like a piece of dirty glass. “This is ordinary TDT. Kyber, Pixie, Starglass. This stuff is easy to make. Any high school chemistry teacher on Coruscant could cook this garbage in a basement lab. Hell, there’s swoop bikers on Corellia cooking this in their garages right now.” He turned the shard in the light, hoping to emphasize its impure nature. “About forty, fifty, maybe as much as sixty percent of this is the wrong kind of TDT—the left-handed enantiomer, which is useless as a recreational spice. Only about fifty percent of this crystal’s chemical makeup is the active drug. 

"Now, there’s nothing wrong with cooking regular Kyber and selling it. It’s cheaper than genuine spice and works well enough to sell, so it has a market,” he tipped the brandy back and took a drink, “but this chemist on Ord Mantell, guy by the name of Trithemeus, came up with a new process, a way to achieve what they call ‘chiral selection.’ With the Trithemeus Reaction, the process only produces right-handed enantiomers. Pink Kyber is ninety-five, ninety-six percent pure, right-handed enantiomer TDT. Powerful, clean, and it sells for forty, sixty, even eighty percent above the market price of ordinary TDT, depending on where you sell it.”

“The problem is that no one knows how the hell this process—the Trithemeus Reaction—no one knows how it works. Except for Trithemeus.” Jast pulled a long draught of the brandy, putting it back until he completely drained the glass. He began pouring another, and said, “My proposal, my good friend, is that we steal the Trithemeus Reaction.” 

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[right][h3]Raven Trespass – Boqorro[/h3][/right][hr]
“It’s an intravenous glucose drip. Sugarwater. If we understand your physiology correct, this should get you back on your feet pretty quickly,” Val said. Zelosians were, basically, plants, even engaging in photosynthesis, which produced glucose form carbon dioxide and water. They couldn’t put her out in the sunlight, so an artificial source would be good enough, they imagined. 

“No one is interested in drugging you,” Boqorro added. Probably a good idea to mention that, he figured. “We’re going to be holding onto these,” he said, referring to the blaster and stun baton, which he removed from her person and handed to Val. “Stick these in a storage locker somewhere, please.”

“Be nice to her, please,” Val said, tone pointed, before taking the articles and leaving Boqorro with the Zelosian. He nodded to her before she left. He’d do his best. 

“So, T’a,” he said, arms folded. “You said you’re a stowaway. Where exactly are you trying to stowaway to?”