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"I'm a mercenary, a gun for hire." He said trying not to explain that he specialized in assassination. "But usually I am hired to do rather unique tasks that don't require alot of combat, but more single accurate shots." He laughed a little. "So you do the political dirty work, you must be payed alot."

More static came over the com, though now it began to come in clearer, as he fine tuned the frequency. "This -- Fire one hailing unknown shi-. What is it you --- doing here? And if you would no- -ind, can you tell me whe-- this i-?"
Reptilian eyes looked back at the black-domed droid, then turned back to the console in front of him. Sensors showed a diversion of power on the smaller ship, and he rested his hand over his own shield controls, just in case.
With his other hand, he flipped a switch. "Thisss isss the unknown ship," he hissed, not bothering to give out his registration to anyone who didn't need it. "I am heerrre in the Bessspin ssysstem on... businessss." He smiled wryly to himself. "Arrre you in need of... assssissstance? Sensors show damage to yor sssship."

A heavily Modified Freighter cruised through the aproach vectors to Cloud City. It once was a Yt-2400 but years of wear and tear have run their course on it. It had mismatched hull plating, a quad laser on the dorsal turret, and the bottom of the craft had a pair of cargo pods welded to the frame, making it seem like it had pontoons. a pair of laser canons were slung under the cockpit, completing its visible weapons. despite her battered looks, the ships thrusters hummed like a raceship as it moved toward the floating city.
In the ship's cockpit, a lean looking fringer sat in the Pilots chair. It was the Gunman from the Bar in Mos Espa. he handled the ship with a well honed familiarity, adjusting levers and switching switches on the bastardized control panel before him while still keeping the craft on a direct path towards Cloud City. suddenly he heard a thump next to him. his co-pilot had placed his boots on the control panel.
The gunman narrowed his eyes."What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Putting my feet up."
the man reached out with his own foot and kicked the Co-Pilot."This here's a Lady. show some respect. I'd think you'd know better by now slick."
"sorry Jarik." the Co-pilot said.
Jarik shook his head."Kid, you're depressing me. not an easy thing to do. when you asked if I needed help on my next run, I took you on with no questions asked, cause we're almost family. But ever since Tatooine you've been quiet as space, you've been treating my baby like she's an imperial cargo barge, and you've even turned down my galaxy famous cuisine."
"Jarik, your "cuisine" could give a hutt a heart attack. all grease and fat."
"Theres nothing wrong with my cooking."
"Ive never seen your wife eat your cooking..."
"She's exempt."
"And thats because?"
"she's a better cook. Now tell me kid, what the hell happened?"
Cale shut up right away.
The elder outlaw arched an eyebrow."Let me guess, your favorite Paranoia?"
Cale said nothing.
"should have thought of that earlier. anyother time lady luck throws you a curb, you b***h and moan till you're blue in the face."
"I do not." he said.
"Do too. Like what about when I first found you stowing away in my cargo hold those years ago. after I locked you in the closet, you whined so loud I heard it up here. You're lucky I didn't turn your scrawny a** in to the Truant officers that were looking for ya."
"Shut up Jarik, before I have to kick your choobies."
The older man laughed."big words little man. you got the strength to back them up?"
Cale leaned forward and stared out the cockpit."Probably."
the smuggler turned his attention to the landing bay he was aproaching and began to maneuver the unweildy ship into position."Kid, Probably never cut it. My grandad was always quoting some jedi he had met, Long ago: Do or Do Not, there is no try. you either go through with it, for good or for bad, or you don't do it at all. its a gambler's philosophy, to take risks or to not."
"Don't talk to me about Jedi." The young man snarled.
"Kid, look- I don't know what your beef is with the jedi. sure they're like super cops and the law is never our friend, but thats not a reson to hate them. they do a lot of good work in the galaxy."
Cale wasnt listening. the ship shudderd as it set down.
Jarik toom his gloves off and shrugged on his duster."Come on kid, Lighten up. lets go find our contact, get our Tibanna gas, and then we'll hit a berry patch or two in the casinos. that'll cheer you up." Cale didn't move.
"we can always go fleece some snobby tourists...thats always fun."
cale godt up and slipped his jacket on. "yeah, guess I better get over it. Im gonna go find some marks. You handle the contact. I'll meet you in the Trest Casino. ok?"
"sure." Jarik tossed him his blaster."But try to keep the jedi crap off your mind. relax. theres not a force user within a hundred lightyears of Besbin. Smugglers honor."

Ky laughed softly and nodded. "If people get tangled up in much fighting, they obviously aren't good assassins, I'd expect you to be more... subtle. And as for my pay... They pay what I want."

As Lobot left the room, Neb surveyed the room.

"Armed guards are never enough if the assassin does his job right." He muttered, taking a lotus position 11 feet from the pool tub thing.

((sorry about the Long Post FP, but I needed a way to get Cale to Bespin))
"What Do you mean that Bespin is for Sale?" A Dressed in the height of Core-world fasion asked.
Cale looked around casually and motioned the man closer. when the man came nearer Cale said in a low voice,"Keep it down will ya? you're gonna get people's attention. thats the last thing the Baron administrator wants. listen, the truth of the matter is, the Gas mines are starting to pan out and the Investors are starting to lpull out. we need money to keep us running for a little bit longer until we hit a fresh vein of tibana gas, and with your help we can pull it off. we need help in the worst way possible. Bespin aint for sale, but a generous donation would defenitly get you some prime real estate when we get back on out feet. Im only asking for an investment of 25,000 credits. that ought to be enough to hire some more miners, get more equipment, and interest more traders to come here. this is a one time offer sir, so are you in?"
"well I don't know..."
"think about it sir. Cloud City would be forever in your debt. we would even name a casino after you."
"Oh really? Fascinating! here:" the man took out a cash card and pressed some numbers on it. he gave it to Cale."there you are, 25,000 credits. The name is Nejaa Sorrens by the way my good friend."
Cale took the card and shook the man's hand comraderly."You have my thanks and the thanks of the Baron Administrator, Nejaa." the two parted ways. after acertaning he was alone Cale smiled."Nerf herder...easiest 25 grand I ever made."

"Really? Maybe you aren't working for the right people." He turned and stops, eyeing the man. "I'm curious, sir, as to why you wished to... talk?"