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Chapter Fourty One

Meklin Suul walked back into his office. He had been busy working out the arrangements for the fleet with the Corellian Ship Builders Union. They were bothersome people, but they held all the power when it came to negotiating with the various shipyard corporations. As he sat back in his chair and glanced at his terminal, he noticed that there was a priority message waiting for him. “If this is another shipyard flagging their message as priority, I am going to ban all their sales to the defense force,” he grumbled.

He started playing the message and sat up right away. This was no ordinary message. It was one of his informants down at the spaceport. He was a slimy little man with eyes that nearly bulged out of his head and watched everything; judging how much it was worth to someone else. Never good for much else, he did seem to have a knack for finding any kind of illegal activities and reporting them to the person willing to spend the most for the information. Mek had thrown credits at him in the past. Sometimes just to keep his info flowing. And judging by how nervous and sweaty he appeared in the message, this street vrelt might have just earned himself a big bonus.

“Hey, got some good info for ya. Seems a certain someone is stopping in on his way through the Sector.” He glanced around so quickly, that Mek half expected his eyes fly out of his head and bounce off the camera at any moment. “A someone you been looking for… He just landed at a certain docking bay. So, I want triple my usual fee. You want the full deal, call me back… I’ll be at the terminal waitin’ for an answer.”

Mek sneered as the recording ended. This little swamp toad had gotten way to big for his own good. If this isn’t awfully good, I am going to throw that blasted vermin into a detention cell and forget where I put him.

Mek called up the terminal, and the little dung beetle answered right away. “So we gotta deal?”

Mek had to hold his tongue for second. “First off, since when do you have any right setting a price with me… Second, before I start handing out credits like candy I want something more than someone, somewhere. Spill it, or I’ll have my men pick you up where you stand.” Suul was certain that he would either give him what he wanted or bolt immediately.

Looking even more ill at ease than would be considered normal for this very skittish man, the informant wipes his hand across his mouth, takes a deep breath and begins. “Look, I ain’t lookin’ for any trouble. I jes’ didn’t want to be slingin’ that name around, lest I knew you was payin’.” Once more he wipes his hand across his face in a nervous manner, “’K, I’m goin’ on faith here… Orion is dirtside… One a Higaeri’s pads… And he ain’t gonna be here long… I heard him tell the fuel dealer to step it up, so he could be out in a hurry.” The scruffy looking street dweller begins looking around again.

Suul pauses a moment to digest this information, “You of course have proof… Solid proof and not just your word this time.”

The man seems happy at Mek’s request, “Lucky, I was expectin’ you’d want that and so I got a holo, of him and his ship. That should be enough, right?”

Mek is now anxious to have confirmation, “Forward them to me.”

Mek waits until the images have transferred to his terminal. He studies them while the pest waits. It was him.

Mek switched back to the comm. “Good work. Expect payment the usual way.” And with that he signed off.

This info meant a great deal to his plans for a certain person. In fact, this could mean the turning point in his plans in general. “The tempest I could stir up with this individual…” Sitting back in his chair, Meklin Suul contemplates his next move. “This will require a certain finesse, a delicate touch… I wonder if she has returned from my latest errand yet…” Reaching up to his transceiver, he begins to leave a cryptic message for his unwitting accomplice.

Creator: Jedi_Knight_Birr (Mac)

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