[right][h3]Khulbe's Palace - Jast[/h3][/right][hr] Jast took another long drag on the cigarra, mulling over the Hutt’s offer. The upfront payment was less than he’d like. The twenty-five percent only came out to some seventy-five thousand. Considering the lengths he and the crew had gone to obtain it, it wasn't fair consideration for the services provided. Piracy was out of their usual area of operations, and this pseudoteth job, stolen from a Golden Mynock Chemical freighter mid-transit, had put them out of their league. The back end of the offer was very good, though. Too good to pass up, he decided. “That's a fair deal, Khulbe, we can work with that,” Jast answered with a smile. “I’ll take it. We'll offload the pseudoteth with your ground crew before we leave.” He wasn’t a fan of accepting an offer so early in the negotiation, but the back-end was good enough to make the low up-front worth it. There was some uncertainty to actually receiving that money, but the Hutt had never failed to follow through when Jast delivered on his end on the bargain. And with the pseudoteth in the [i]Raven[/i]’s hold, he didn’t have much in the way of options anyway. He finished his glass of brandy and stood. “Good doing business with you, as usual. Anything else I can do for you?” [[@Saix] [@The Wyrm]] [center]- - -[/center] [right][h3]The Raven Trespass - Boqorro[/h3][/right][hr] “Hm,” Boqorro intoned. It was plausible enough, he figured. All the same, the captain had his enemies, now more than ever. Imperial Intelligence, Pyxis, certain Hutts scattered across the Outer Rim. Any one of them would be willing to track down the [i]Raven[/i]. His spot on the ship had opened up because his predecessor had died on Nar Shaddaa, engaged in a shootout with Sith intelligence operators. They were in a dangerous line of work, made safer only be their efforts to minimize their risk of exposure to their adversaries. Jast believed they'd gotten away clearly, and it seemed they had, but Imperial Intelligence was not so easy to dodge. Some Cipher Agent, somewhere out there, had a file on their Nar Shaddaa deal and a vested interest in finding the [i]Raven[/i] and her crew. He brought his thoughts back to this Zelosian girl, unlikely Imperial spy she was. “Ship’s never stopped at Zelos,” he said. “What were you doing on Ord Mantell before you jumped on with us?” [[@Mistiel]]