Cleo stepped off the Agesilaus II, fully armored with his helmet on. The grav vehicle was stationed just beside the exit, with a Bith in the front seat. One of the more peaceful aliens in the galaxy, Bith were dome headed and practically hairless, eyes as glossy and black as saucers. Cleo knew them as fine people, at least all of the ones he had ever met. The Empire might be corrupt, but they hired good help. Across the small sand covered yard, Cleomenes caught sight of someone more noteworthy approaching.

An old friend. 

The Dug loped toward them, wearing a jacket worn upside down to accommodate for the Dug's strange anatomy. He walked on his hands as used his feet as his primary limbs, as most Dugs did. Still was a strange sight though. Small tendrils framing his snout gave the look of facial hair, and he spoke in his harsh language. "Toogi! Chuba! Ni chuba ni?" Cleo motioned for Leyla to push the first crate down the ramp as he turned to speak to the hanger master. 

"Volpa, how long has it been?" Cleo asked. "Still the same rates?" 

"Cleo?" The Dug asked as the first crate slid down. The Iridonian halted the floating crate with an impressive show of stance and strength, dragging it to the Grav vehicle to hook along it's back. They'd need to hook them in a line and drive around Mos Elry. Luckily the hanger was located on the outskirts. Vola followed Cleo with his unusual walk, grinning like a rabid dog. "Eh, che bana do mullee ra." He said, and emmited a throaty laugh. "Toe hoga wupe upee."   

"Imps got to you too." The Iridonian sighed, and he turned away when he realized he couldn't bargain a better price. "Well, it can't be helped." Cleo wen to catch and continue to move the crates as Leyla shoved them. R5 slid down the ramp as the work continued, the Bith staying in the Grav vehicle listening to a catchy jingle they would likely hear in a Cantina at some point. "Keepo pa peet droid nah cho-passa! Peet droid joka shag." 

"For the last time, you can't have R5, or the one shoving my crates out to me." He said, testy. "But if you keep my baby safe and I finish this job, I'll give you something extra between friends. You can buy how ever many slaves you want to with it." 

The Dug waved his feet around comically, as if to mockingly worship Cleo. "Tooney! Cha porko ootman geesa!" He said with a bow, one hand taking the small cap he had off in reverence. Cleo laughed, and kicked his remaining hand out from under him so he fell on his alien ass. The Dug cursed and snarled, but Cleo didn't take it seriously. "Keep it up, Dewbacc and I might not pay you. Maybe I'll tell the Imps the shipments you've been running." 

"Choy! Spateelya Zabrakki sleemo?" He cried, but with less enthusiasm. Next moment, he gave a smile that even a newcomer like Leyla knew was a sleazy one. "Aaaah, un ni joka Cleo..." 

All of the crates were now hooked and ready, the Bith poking his head out of the window, indicating for Cleo and Leyla (who now approached) to sit atop the back loading port, just in front of the trailing crates. "Konchee? (Where)?" He asked, his voice sounding like gravel. Cleo patted the backside of the vehicle. "Fifteen miles out, near the Krayt skeleton! R5, guard the ship." 
[@Penny]