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"Okay. Let's see what the good ol' bounty board has for us today."
Tulip Tauphuuch was sitting in the reverse direction on her swivel pilot's chair aboard her ship, the Down N' Out. Her front was pressed against the chair's back support, and her head and shoulders were peering over it to see the readout on her secure comm channel.
In the background, a heavy bass and synthesized twang eminated from the private quarters of her shipmate, Elrood 'Gygas' Goroson. The four armed Besalisk was as usual listening to one of his people's less than appreciated music genres: Blorthgrass, which could be best described as a rustic combination of heavy percussion, country strings, and vuvuzelas.
Elsewhere on the ship, at her own decked out comm setup, was Zin Mossel, a clawdite slicer by trade, who dabbled in an extrawebcam business and was an on again off again fraudulent runner of a space hook up service. The three spacefarers were in desperate need of a job, and business had been thin lately.
Tulip, a Mandalorian human skip tracer, was hoping to change all that with a nice easy bounty hunting job. They were on the edge of Hutt space right now, and for the moment didn't have any trouble breathing down their necks. They were free to choose their next mission.
"Hrmm. No. No way were getting messed up with THOSE guys. Hrm... oh this might be... ugh, Jabba? That slurmo creeps me out. Pass... hrmm..."
By the way Tulip was muttering, it was clear that her chipper hope for a nice easy bounty job was not presenting itself. Zin, meanwhile, was drinking some space booze and writing some new slicing code when a secure comm message appeared on her screen.
The message read:
Zin! Answer this right now! If you don't, I'm going to make your life extremely difficult. Holo connection JU9-889O. This is Yolee. PS: You are such a bitch!
The clawdite pondered this. The name didn't strike her as all that familiar, but the post script was a telltale sign that this was probably one of those women she'd wronged so many times.
[Obligation triggered: Philanderer]
Tulip Tauphuuch was sitting in the reverse direction on her swivel pilot's chair aboard her ship, the Down N' Out. Her front was pressed against the chair's back support, and her head and shoulders were peering over it to see the readout on her secure comm channel.
In the background, a heavy bass and synthesized twang eminated from the private quarters of her shipmate, Elrood 'Gygas' Goroson. The four armed Besalisk was as usual listening to one of his people's less than appreciated music genres: Blorthgrass, which could be best described as a rustic combination of heavy percussion, country strings, and vuvuzelas.
Elsewhere on the ship, at her own decked out comm setup, was Zin Mossel, a clawdite slicer by trade, who dabbled in an extrawebcam business and was an on again off again fraudulent runner of a space hook up service. The three spacefarers were in desperate need of a job, and business had been thin lately.
Tulip, a Mandalorian human skip tracer, was hoping to change all that with a nice easy bounty hunting job. They were on the edge of Hutt space right now, and for the moment didn't have any trouble breathing down their necks. They were free to choose their next mission.
"Hrmm. No. No way were getting messed up with THOSE guys. Hrm... oh this might be... ugh, Jabba? That slurmo creeps me out. Pass... hrmm..."
By the way Tulip was muttering, it was clear that her chipper hope for a nice easy bounty job was not presenting itself. Zin, meanwhile, was drinking some space booze and writing some new slicing code when a secure comm message appeared on her screen.
The message read:
Zin! Answer this right now! If you don't, I'm going to make your life extremely difficult. Holo connection JU9-889O. This is Yolee. PS: You are such a bitch!
The clawdite pondered this. The name didn't strike her as all that familiar, but the post script was a telltale sign that this was probably one of those women she'd wronged so many times.
[Obligation triggered: Philanderer]