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"Yeah. You get that lazy a** crew of yours to bring that cargo here. I aint got the staff to go and pick it up myself. Not in atmo at any rate."

"Alrit', but dun say I dun do notin' for yah," Xan replied. He turned to the crew, a wicked smile crept across his face. "Alright! Get dem trucks a loa' up an' o'er to mah shi', da Ruusan."

"We don't have to listen to you," one started up.

"Yah unloadin' dem crates, no? Yah tryin' to unpack te cargo? Just put 'em in te trucks. I'd be a drivin' 'em o'er. Tink of it tis way, you unload tis into te truck, I don't put yeh braves in'teh slammah. 'less yeh wanna gamble for it?"

"No way sucker, I'm not listening to someone other than the boss." Xan wasn't exactly enthralled by this steadfast rebellion. He fiddled with a pouch on his waist, and pulled out a small card.

"Know what tis is?" He asked, letting the young lad inspect the card.

"It's a sabaac card. Rather thick too. So what?" Xan placed the card back in the deck, and held it up to the young lad.

"Take one, but remember: Playin' for keeps is still playin', Mon Brave, so take a card...ANY CARD. Eventually, one of you mooks is gonna realize not to play sabaac wit' me, 'cause my hand will always win th' pot!" With that, he picked a card from the deck. In a swift motion, he placed a small charge on the back and tossed the card, as it lit up in a small explosion. A simple parlor trick, but one of his favorites. "Now, are yeh ready to pick a card, or will yeh load up the trucks and delivah te goods? O' shou' I be lettin' yeh play 88 card pickup?"

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It wouldn't take long for Xan to talk the crew into being more helpful. They came to see the reason of loading the trucks and delivering even two one-kiloton crates over to the Ruusan. They had more to pick up, and the use of the orange Akk Dog helped too. Turns out many fringers get scared of an orange beast with razor sharp claws and teeth charging at them that is resistant to blaster fire. Still, in spite of a few brown spots in their trousers, the space hands were rather happy they got off. Apparantly the customs agent was quick to come by to bust them for illegal pharmaceuticals on board, although with the last of the trucks headed for Xan's current carrier, they had nothing to really charge them on.

"Hay Jag? Tey'd be on teh way."

Tabula was tired, she'd been running for what seemed like hours. The guy on her tail was tenacious indeed but what else did she expect from Black Sun? She had lost the thug a couple of times but he always found her, it reminded her of a dangerous game of cat and mouse.
'I cant keep this up for long,' Tabula thought, 'I need someplace to hide now.' and then Tabula saw it, a spaceport.
'I can hide in there!' she thought again and ran through the entrance and searched for a place to hide, meanwhile the Black Sun thug was right behind her.

Tabula winded her way through some corridors and found a hangar with a large ship being loaded with cargo.
'Perfect,' Tabula thought 'now to get in there without being seen.' A large man man was infront of the ship but looked too concerned with the trucks coming and going to notice anything else. Tabula looked behind her and saw the thug again,
'I have to make this count!' The small girl ran through the doorway keeping low to the ground and near the trucks for cover, and when she saw her opportunity she rushed to the landing gear and climbed up it into the ship where noone could see her. Meanwhile the thug came through the doorway looking to see where the girl had gone.

A pazaak den was becoming harder and harder to find these days; Sabaac seemed far more the rage at least in terms of cards. But a generic casino was usually harder to find for Xan compared to a game in a Cantina. The other reason he sought a watering hole was just for that reason too. He needed a drink, and his flask of Ol' Janx Spirit had just been tapped dry, much to his own personal dismay.

"One bottl' o' Janx, 'keep," He muttered, as the grizzly human went to satiate the order. The atmosphere was less than desirable, more like a ghetto shamble filled with the smell of bad booze and horrid aftertaste of alien stenches. Xan was none-too-pleased at the place, but at least the bottle which came back was fresh..... for a joint like this.

"Know an' 'zaak dens 'round 'ere?" Xan asked, as he topped up the flask, and looked around a bit more.

"Not really any dedicated ones, sir. Mighty strange accent you got there, too. Where you from?" The keeper asked.

"Fondor. Toh, if yah like..." He gave a cough and reset his throat, "I can speak without it. Rather prefer the formal talk for formal negotiations and litigations made upon the potential parties."

"Wierd," The tender said, before he was drawn away for another customer. Xan didn't mind; it was getting harder to keep up his native accent anyway, the more he spoke the casual one. The quiet tones were growing louder and louder from one secluded corner of the room, something about sabaac. Xan swiveled in his chair, and watched the scene unfold.

"'retty lady gonna get 'er hide flayed wit tat attitude," he chuckled to himself, as a tap on his shoulder made him break eye contact with the scene.

"Excuse me, are you Xan Rood?" A burly Ubese stated, as Xan looked him right in the eye.

"Who'd be a askin'?" Xan said, with little effort. He was caught off guard, though. It shouldn't have been that hard to notice someone like this.

"You're making this too easy," the Ubese stated, as his hand went to his side. Xan automatically reacted with a punch to the face, at least, an attempt to, as the Ubese caught it. The weight toppled them both over, knockign another client and his drink, as the noise around the bar increased. The outraged Zelosian, whos drink was spilled, decided to split the two up. In the scuffle, the Ubese reached for his own blaster, but was bumped off his shot from behind by a stool from the said Zelosian.

"A goo' o' fashion bah fight," Xan stated, falling to the ground to crawl away.

After swabbing the lavatories, Gairus moved on to the infirm to continue his work. While this work was boring, Gairus was dead set on making a good first impression.

A sudden hand picking him up, Xan felt light for a very short while as he followed the voice above him guide him out the door. Taking to full stride run, he could hear the Ubese swear and curse, clearly frustrated that his 'prey' had gotten away. About twenty strides into the run, he turned to look at the woman, a familiar face from before. Still, a straight line was not the best way to lose somebody, as he searched for a way to turn.

"This way," he shouted, grabbing her arm and darting to the left.

"This way," he said again, darting to the right. He gave a whistle, calling for his orange Akk Dog to come to him. The beast would be able to sniff him out sooner or later, but angry hunters rarely let their prey run without giving some sort of chase.

"So," he began to say between breaths, "Whydcha.. save... meh... a**?"

"Just hauling osik. Some sort of Pharmecueticals for a chain store on Muunilist. We got two Kiloton containers out here. I want one in each docking clamp. Onces thats done get down here and help me load the other KT into the ship."
Watching the droids load things, he shouted at them and started directing the stacking for optimal space.