Smuggler's Retreat (Baba Yaga)

[Susan]

”Permission to land granted, Redrum, proceed to dock 4.”

The robotic voice from the traffic control struggled to come through over the com, and Avanni made a mental note to have that system looked at in the next maintenance cycle. Whilst not the most important system on board, communications was still vital. He engaged the Bulls-eye class light freighter into landing procedures, and Miles to finish off the necessities.

The Echani discharged his safety harness and looked over to his co-pilot. The human, Miles Tanner, always looked angry. Avanni wasn’t quite sure why, but nor did he really care. They were both good pilots, and whilst they had more things than that in common, none of it was important. All that was important was where the next thrill was coming from, the next score. They had just finished quite a profitable assignment, delivery of a consignment of illegal weapon mods to Corellia. He wasn’t sure what his client wanted with the mods, and again didn’t really care. It wasn’t his place to question the client’s wishes, and in most cases he didn’t. He was paid, and paid well, to take a variety of goods from A to B. And that’s what he did. Often his specialised delivery methods involved running blockades and evading customs patrols, but really that was all in a day’s work.

The freighter clunked down on the landing pad, and Avanni felt the slight shudder in his boots as he walked the length of the ship towards the airlock. He enjoyed being on board his ship, but at some point you get fed up of recycled air. He stepped out of the ship and took a deep breath, which he then immediately regretted. It may not be stale starship air, but the atmosphere of Nar Shaddaa was hardly an improvement. He didn’t let it bother him, though. It wasn’t his first time to the Smuggler’s Moon, and he doubted it would be his last. He didn’t bother waiting for Tanner, they had just finished a mission and they were here on shore leave, of sorts. They spent almost every minute of every hour together on the same ship, so whatever social time they had, they spent separately.

Avanni didn’t know what his companion would do with the time, although he had a few theories. Tanner was often a fan of certain gentleman’s clubs that paraded flesh – many a credit chit had been squandered in those kind of institutions. Although Avi himself could hardly paint himself as superior. He didn’t like Nar Shaddaa, but it was a place for people like him and Tanner, and it was an easy place to relax. And so every time he came here, he always made a beeline for the same place. He had no idea what the bar was actually called, but it suited his needs. It was quiet, it was dark, and it was cheap. He entered the dive bar and a crooked smile hooked around his lips, he wasn’t sure why – but he liked this place. He took a seat at the bar and removed his gloves, securing them away in the top pocket of his grubby green flight suit. He ordered himself a drink and once it arrived, stared into its depths with a sigh of contention. It was nothing fancy, but it suited him just fine. Everyone needed to relax sometime.

[Poludnica]

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There was time she had hated this place, this rodent infested moon where rich Hutts and crime lords that swelled in power, feeding on the plight of misfortune, poor bastards. Like her father who made friends on Nar Shaddaa, powerful ones but it didn't come without a price and Cassius had also enemies on which kindness Danica counted, coming to the Moon. Her little art dealing organization, 'acquiring' rare artifacts for the highest bidder was still a small fish in comparison to Cassius' Livco but she was getting there. Slowly albeit, especially when one of her pilots got himself killed in a bar brawl. Pitiful creature...Still it would be difficult to replace him, as the Devronian had been as skilled as he had been ugly. The ever resourceful Lord Herchgrl found her a new name finally, an Echani pilot of quite the repute and called Danica the instant Redrum docked on Nar Shaddaa. It was time to do some personal headhunting...Hiring a pilot wasn't a light matter and certainly something a simple hireling could decide on.

Angry steps filled the docking bay where a certain, not so impressive ship had squeezed herself in. A moderately tall, elegant human woman looked up, green irises flaring up with sudden irritation. She tapped her foot impatiently, chocolate black pumps clicked against the reflective floor, betraying the woman's growing agitation . He was suppose to be here... Danica snorted, pulling away black curls from her face, securing them in a ponytail, deciding she didn't have to look this fancy for a simple business meeting. If any would happen at all...

The woman made a quick turn, with so much of vivaciousness she nearly stumbled forward. Short laugh escaped one of the dockworker but the vile creature immediately fell silent seeing cold, basilisk glare this stunt earned him. Two guards accompanying the woman didn't really look like merciful fellows. The Coruscanti woman adjusted her cocktail business dress, a strange mesh between an evening gown that's well fitted designed was a reminiscence of casual business style. All in all rather decent looking, considering the background consisting of women with unzipped cat suits that showed plenty of cleavage. Danica liked to believe she had class, even if her dress was tad on the shorter side than what on board meeting was considered appropriate.
With an indignant huff, the woman went on search for her pilot, starting from the nearest bars, asking around for an Echani man.

”I haven't seen him, lil' lady but I can promise you'll have way more fun with me.” One of the drunks slurred which earned him a hearty slap and later a beating when the guards interrupted this poor seduction attempt. Absolutely disgusted, Danica left the terrible hovel of a bar when her datapad beeped. One of her informants spotted an Echani entering some shady cantina near the docks. Scrubbing some imaginary filth off her black dress, Danica gestured at her men to follow.

Why this place made her feel so grubby?

As usually Danica made an entrance. She didn't even cross the threshold properly yet when loud, angry shouts could be heard from the open doors. ”You b**tch!” One of the strumpets called after the raven haired human who dared to comment on her profession, calling it filthy ass sellout. The Coruscanti woman turned to add even more unrefined insult when the doors closed, leaving most of the patrons staring at the noisy woman and the two guards that stood two steps from their employer. Danica swept her vivid green gaze around the establishment that was moderately crowded to say the least. It shouldn't be too hard to spot white hair, uncommon in any other species.

She cleared her throat before speaking up. ”Good people of Nar Shaddaa, I am looking for an Echani pilot.” Danica confessed, crossing arms on her chest cheekily, not even slightly concerned the alien she was trying to pry from the crowd didn't want details of his employment to be known.

[Susan]

There were three empty glasses on the bar before him, and the one in front of him was half empty. Or half full? He never could decide with that. Either way, he couldn’t give a damn – he just enjoyed emptying the glasses. Not that he really enjoyed the contents, he was fairly sure that the barkeep of this mighty fine establishment pissed in all the bottles at some point.

But it didn’t matter to him. The alcohol had alcohol in it, and end of the day, that’s the entire reason he came here. Well, that and to be alone in the dark and quiet. Just as he was thinking that, the door swung open and glaring, judgemental light flooded in, causing many patrons to avert their gaze. Avanni himself did this, shifting his entire body away from the door and the streaming daylight. Facing away from the doorway and polishing off his drink, he called the bartender over for another. He wasn’t even sure what the drink was called, he just asked for a drink. For all he knew it actually was piss.

As he received his drink, he heard the commotion at the doorway, but didn’t turn to see it because the light was still being an intrusive pain in the arse. The scantily clad woman that the Echani had taken care not to notice on his way in seemed to have taken offense to something. Must have been something bad, Avanni couldn’t imagine much could insult a two credit hooker. The door finally closed and the light stayed outside where it belonged. The smuggler silently wished that the designer of this shitty dive had thought to position the bar away from the doorway. In truth, there was a lot of booths in almost complete darkness, in the shadows at the back corners of the establishment. But that meant he’d have to go back and forth to the bar, and he didn’t want that. Plus, he’d probably get molested by a Trandoshan. And nobody wanted that.

Because he was nosey, and because the newest patron to the bar made a lot of noise, he decided to shift himself back around and look towards the now closed doorway. The first thing he noticed he was quite pleased with, it was certainly something he’d never get fed up of seeing. Cracking set of tits. He took a sip of his drink and slightly nodded his head in silent appreciation, but then he froze when the lovely top heavy lady began to speak. He shifted back around in his chair away from her, and hoped she wouldn’t notice him.

He was optimistic that his incredibly poor ruse would work, but those hopes were dashed when that damn Bartender got the attention of the woman and waved her over – indicating the silver haired patron at the bar. Avanni didn’t know what they wanted, but he never thought about running. For a start, there was no way he could get out of the door without them noticing. The chesty woman had brought herself some company, and they were probably armed. Avanni was confident he could take them both out if given the chance, but they were probably the shoot first types. And he wasn’t really that confident in that situation. Nevertheless, he moved his hand to the old pistol on his belt, and awaited his fate. Still facing away from the woman and her ‘friends’, he drained the last of his drink and stared mournfully at the opposite wall. So much for a relaxing break.

[Poludnica]

It was the bartender who turned out to the most useful person in the cantina as he waved at her and pointed at the patch of messy, white hair that could belong to nothing else but an Echani. Danica's crimson painted lips curved in a slight smirk – so, the near-human didn't really want to talk. Tough luck. The woman was a person who got used to getting what she wanted by various means. The patrons slowly returned to their talks, only couple of hungry glances followed her to the counter where she placed a hundred worth credit chit. Manicured nails pushed the money toward the Wroonian who appeared to be so helpful. The alien bowed his head politely and strolled off away, leaving the dark haired human to her business. Which apparently involved an Echani.

The girl pouted slightly, leaning against the bar, looking over the pilot with a critical appraisal. A simple flight jumpsuit was grubby, with oil stains here and there the Echani didn't bother to remove. Danica frowned, all his people she had met were nutcases about such things, even worse than her father. This one was handsome like his genetic heritage dictated but hid it well under a layer of filthy and unshaven stubby. The distinct stench of cheap whiskey floated around the near-human adding to the distinct impression of a piloting bum.

And he was suppose to be good?

”Avanni Silas?” Danica asked, wrinkling her nose, finally deciding she needed a drink to just start a proper talk with someone who alcohol aroma was too distracting. She could use a drink...The woman nodded at the bartender. ”Wine, dry.” Dany demanded, hoping the cantina had something a person with a delicate palate could ingest. Not that the woman hadn't had some vile ale in her life, years ago it was a form of rebellion against the father who would only taste the finest drinks.

She seated herself next to the Echani, giving clear signal she wasn't moving anywhere, no matter his cooperation. Her eyes briefly glanced at the blaster pistol and the male's tense posture. Danica sighed, her features twisting in irritation. ”That won't be necessary.” The raven hair girl snapped, tapping her fingers nervously at the metallic counter. ”I come with a business proposal, if you are even fit to talk about one.” The woman looked pointedly at the empty glasses with droplets of cheap beverage drying at the bottom. She clicked her tongue, her expression judgmental and displeased.

”I thought Echani are supposed to be disciplined.” Danica proclaimed with typical for her racist insensitivity.

[Susan]

His hand never moved away from his blaster, but even if it came to it, he wouldn’t use it. He wasn’t very good with the old thing, and anyway – he wasn’t even sure how effective it would be. He tried to carry out maintenance on it whenever he had the time – but who had the time these days? The woman headed towards him, and Avanni fought the urge to turn and face her. He did however manage to glance at her sideways. From what he saw, she was quite appealing. In fairness, most of what he saw was vaguely melon shaped, but that appealed to him. So it still worked.

The apparently human woman sat beside him, and Avanni made all efforts to pretend to be completely oblivious to this fact. He tried to catch the attention of the bartender again, mostly with a poisonous glare, but the bastard didn’t pay much attention. He was instead ignored in favour of the pretty girl with the lovely set of knockers. The Echani sighed internally, no matter what planet you were on, or what species in question – all bartenders were the same. ‘Serve the hot chicks first’ was probably the mantra of the Interstellar guild of Bartenders. Although Avanni doubted there was such a thing as that, he made a mental note to check it out though. It sounded like it could be fun.

She said his name, the pilot tensing up, his muscles bunching up in anticipation. His eyes darted past her to try and determine the location and general appearance of her bodyguards without actually moving. He couldn’t do it adequately – he could judge one, but not the other. And there was no way he was going in swinging if the other one was behind him blaster raised, that would just be suicide. He was confident he could take them both head on though, and if the situation presented itself, he would certainly consider that as a priority plan of action. For now, he would just have to vamp.

”You have me mistaken. I am Mr. Dust. A Toydarian manure salesman. Unless you want to buy some shit, I have nothing for you. All the breast. Best.”

He tried to remain composed in his clearly barefaced lie, but it more or less fell apart at the end. His eyes betrayed him and snuck off for another look at the goodies they had spied before, and completely confused his speaking face. He didn’t like it when his body parts betrayed him. It was his body.

He continued to glare at the bartender for a while, but the glare softened a fraction as the woman continued to speak. She wanted to talk to him about business, he wasn’t sure if that was worrying or calming. Either way, it brought her to the forefront of his attention. He turned in his seat and stared at her for several moments. He then moved his eye line a few inches higher to look her in the face. He had to admit she was quite attractive. And she certainly had the minerals marching in here like she had. He was impressed with how easily she found him, he wasn’t even sure if Tanner knew where he was. He highly doubted that she had trawled through every bar in port looking for him, so she must have had people watching him when he had been on the smuggler’s moon before. That meant resources. And resources meant lots and lots of money. His eyes strayed over her strategically displayed assets one more time, and then back to gaze her in the eye.

”You have my attention, for the most part. I’m listening.”

He wasn’t quite sure what she wanted him for, but if she knew who he was, then she knew he was a pilot. And if she came here to meet him, then she knew that not all of his cargo was legitimate. She wanted a smuggler, that much he could work out. She thought herself important enough to have protection with her, so she must be important enough to pay highly. He was technically on holiday right now, but a job was a job, and enough credits made his eyes go all shiny.

”Disciplined? You have no idea. These mutts that you probably pay an inordinate amount of money for would be on their arses in seconds. I’m just here to enjoy my drink.”

He injected a steel edge to his tone, and waved the bartender over when he finished. The Wroonian, obviously eavesdropping, quickly refilled the Echani’s order. He smiled gently at the woman before taking a sip of it with more pleasure than he usually would. He wasn’t sure why, but he seemed to be trying to impress this woman. His eyes dropped down a few inches again, and he remembered why.

[Poludnica]

Danica was a stubborn creature, most people would say it. When she wanted something, the woman sniffed after it like a hound, refusing to back down. The more Avanni chose to pretend she wasn't there, the more Dany insisted on her presence with fidgeting and tapping. This girl just hated to be ignored, it stirred all kind of anger in her, showing in flushed cheeks and stern, aloof expression paired with characteristic tension in the posture. She patiently waited for the Echani to react even if with an insult for each her guards could shoot him. On purpose Danica failed to notice Silas' attempts to order a drink, waving a bartender away. It was outstanding how much power money gave to an individual.

”A Toyd...” Danica's dainty brows rose up as gaze fell down to follow the Echani's cue. Of course...The woman exhaled, frustrated not even bothering to get annoyed. The alien was obviously drunk, to the point he couldn't make up a convincing lie. ”I assure you, if you don't stop this foolishness, you'll have to sell manure because no one else will hire your sorry ass.” Danica said with a low whisper, leaning forward slightly.

Apparently something about it worked because the pilot became a bit more cooperative , even looked up in her eyes instead of other places. Especially one place. Danica was always fond of attention but boorish, drunk staring didn't really qualify as legitimate appreciation for her. Maybe easy skanks did like it but not someone with class. ”Good. I am looking for a skilled pilot that can work for my company. “ Danica started, hoping the topic now can turn to healthy business instead of some odd crap. Slowly, the woman scooped out a slim cigarette case and opened it with a click. Graceful fingers took one cig, expensive and rich in tobacco smell.

”I pay well.” Danica smiled, lighting up a tip of her cig. Coaxing sweet, thick smoke between crimson lips. The Echani gloated about his prowess which forced a sigh from the girl, mixed with puffs of tobacco smoke. Men were the same... Trying to impress rather than listen and cooperate though the edge to his words caught Dany's attention briefly. She snorted, crossing her legs on a small barstool.

”Could you stop staring at my breasts?” Danica asked insistently, trying to shame the male enough to drop this silly behavior.

[Susan]

The woman leaned towards him, and the Echani felt an involuntary tightening in a specific place. He wasn’t sure if she positioned herself that way on purpose, but boy did he get a good eyeful. After hearing her words, he decided that she did not do it on purpose – not that he minded. He didn’t even mind about her words, it made him smile slightly. He had no idea who this self important well bosomed woman was, but she thought she could stop him from working. No one was that powerful, it was a big galaxy – and everyone needed a pilot at some point or another. If he was a legitimate flyboy, then maybe there would be some merit to her threats. But he wasn’t, and the funny thing about criminals, they didn’t follow laws laid down by others, they made their own paths. Freelancers did, at least. This woman could be Queen of the Hutts for all he knew, but it wouldn’t put him out of work.

Avanni watched the woman pointedly as she brought a cigarette out from somewhere and proceeded to light it. He had nothing against it, but it wasn’t a habit of his. What he didn’t understand is why bother with one during an apparent business meeting. He found vices like that overly distracting and an unnecessary detail. While she spoke, he drank more alcohol.

”Company? I don’t know who you think I am, but I work for me. I’m not a Corporate pilot.”

He was going to say stooge, or drone, or something more offensive, but decided against it. He was confident he could take down her fat arse body guards if need be, but he didn’t want this deal to go south. Not because he needed the credits, credits were always nice. But this broad was hot, and there was always an outside chance that they could do the Corellian Waltz. And it had been some time since Avanni had had a dance partner.

”That’s what I like to here. But I need to know more about the job. If you sought me out, then you know what I do. You came to this scum bucket because you need a scumbag.”

His eyes lingered on the lovely view for a few more moments, and then he turned away from her again, being far more interested in the half drunken contents of his glass. He pretended to examine the glass from different angles for a while, and then turned back to appreciating the view. She had quite an attractive body, and her face was rather pleasing as well. But the Priiiiiize. Her lady bumps were the real assets. His eyes lifted up back to her face when she scolded him, but Avanni didn’t for a second think she was sincere. Her outfit wasn’t exactly revealing, she left just enough to the imagination for it to be near intoxicating.

”I could, yes. But I don’t want to. They are nice to look at. And I’m sure nice to the touch, too. I’d like to find out.”

He grinned wickedly and slyly winked at her, but he made no move to grope her, as his words might well imply. He wanted to Waltz with her, but for now he would be happy for just a couple of twirls. He pointedly stared at her breasts again, before looking back up and addressing her properly.

”You still haven’t told me your name, Sugartits.”

[Poludnica]

It was never pleasant when one's serious threat had been shrugged off by a slight smile. The Echani didn't even bother to avert his silver gaze from her chest. Danica let out an irritated sigh, not even sure if that was angering or amusing in a way. She could be called a woman used to attention, who was well aware of own attractiveness. A feat she worked very hard to maintain with good cosmetics, nice clothes and modern surgery. Weeks ago she would have even played this card but things changed. Danica pulled free streaks of raven curls from her face and trapped them behind a right ear, exposing expensive diamond earrings. It was clear she came from wealth.

With a long sip of the piss they called wine Danica shook her head. ”Did I say my company was a corporation? Or maybe your attention was elsewhere?” She smirked, inconspicuously gesturing at her breasts with a gentle sway of a pale hand. ”My company isn't very big nor overly known but I make enough money to buy you along with that fancy ship of yours.” The woman said lazily, leaning on the counter like a spoiled feline. She wondered if Avanni got a hint by now that her business wasn't entirely legal and what new Livco needed was a skilled smuggler more than an aced pilot.

It was time to make final offer. Danica inhaled deeply, thinking over the payment before putting out the unfinished cigarette in the utmost decadent manner, blowing out puffs of smoke through parted lips. ”I can offer you five thousand hundred credits of monthly, stable pay plus twenty thousand for every run.” She finally said, looking at the Echani. Flickers of interest suddenly flared in her gaze. ”The conditions are – you fly only for me and don't ask unnecessary questions.” Danica finished. The cargo wasn't classified nor dangerous but her relationship with the Sith Order had to be kept under wraps. She rolled her eyes with artificial theatricality seeing how overly interested Avanni seemed to be in the female assets. Apparently he was a very lonely pilot and Danica was pondering an idea to pay him for a hooker if that would speed up the business.

Though despite the rather calm exterior the attention Avanni gave her did make the woman blush slightly. She didn't expose herself in any way, the sleeveless dress was decent in comparison to the holo dancer next to them so the appreciation the Echani showed was both troubling and rather nice. It had been some time since any man was interested in her enough to risk getting beat up by two burly guards.

But any line could be crossed and that was what had happened when Silas made a very open advance Danica didn't appreciate. Sly wink, followed by even worse, sleazy grin. Her eyes narrowed and brows furrowed as expression of anger twisted her features. If she didn't need his service so badly, the Echani would be left bruised in one of the countless Nar Shaddaa alleys. ”I doubt you will.” Dany snapped sharply. With a raised hand the dark haired girl stopped one of the too eager guards. After months of doing business witch such scums, she grew much thicker shell when it came to such things.

Still, Danica winced at Sugartits. Even Nieraan hadn't been this crude and the boy had been raised in slums. ”It's Danica, Silas Sugarwood.” The girl snorted ironically, turning the Echani own pet name against him and finished her drink. Maybe the silver haired man couldn't be punished for this insolence in a direct but Dany had picked up few things from her terrible father. Serve it cold.

[Susan]

He stopped staring at her breasts for a little while. He decided that he would take a moment to look at her, really look at her in all her glory. And he was actually pleased at what he saw. He was attracted to her anyway, because she was female and had a pulse. He travelled a lot with Miles Tanner as his only company, so standards soon went out of the window. But this woman wasn't just a bit of flesh, well she was - but a remarkable example of it. His eyes trailed up and down her body slowly, taking in every detail with eagerness. He may or may not have realised how lewd and pervy he was looking, but he didn't care anyway. Contrary to what others might think, he wasn't undressing her mentally. He was taking in the sight, the whole beautiful woman. And she was beautiful.

He watched as she fiddled with her hair, and noticed the sparkles near her ears. He didn't know much about jewellery, but they looked tacky to him. Although one thing he did know was that rich people tended to pay over the odds for things he thought that looked like crap. He'd be the first to admit that his tastes were certainly less than expensive. His gaze moved from her sparklies and rested on her eyes. Wide, large and green. He had seen countless humans in his lifetime, but he still couldn't quite get used to the variances in eye colour. But he had to admit to himself that there was a certain exoticness to the emerald tinted ovals before him.

He decided he should probably stop just looking her up and actually listen to what she was saying for a bit. Apparently this was a business meeting, even though he was a little fazzled and didn't have any idea of it prior, but he probably should act at least a little professional. And that started with listening. Although her hand danced in front of her bosom again and it served to momentarily distract him.

"Heh. I apologise, but you can be a little distracting."

He tried a little smile, with the hopes of it being less sleazy and more charming. He wasn't sure how successful it would prove to be, though. He decided to approach the situation differently now. This wasn't just some hot piece of totty at a bar, it was an attractive business woman, who was incredibly sure of herself. Avanni liked women who took control. Although he still wasn't convinced by her threats. Although she probably could buy his ship several times over - it wasn't exactly a luxury yacht, but that was kind of the point. Hiding in plain site was much easier when you looked just like everyone else.

He swirled the dregs of his drink around in his glass for a while, but carefully put it down as she started speaking numbers. That was a hell of a lot of money, the kind you just couldn't refuse. And that was the opening offer. She said that she had a lot of money behind her, and that may well have been true. But in his experience, you only opened with that kind of money if what you wanted doing was incredibly dangerous. Not that it was much of an issue with him, Avanni Silas liked the danger, the challenge - and was incredibly confident in his own abilities. Although he wasn't sure why she wanted his services exclusively, he didn't quite like that, he enjoyed being freelance.

"The figures are all well and good, but I can't agree to anything until I know what it is I'm agreeing too. For a start, I need to know what the cargo is, and where too. Secondly, I'm not too sure about the exclusivity, but we can talk about that."

He watched his glass again for a few moments, thinking about what else to add. A bar like this wasn't the place to talk business, but at least now he knew for sure that she wanted a Smuggler, not a pilot. But she really didn't handle it the right way.

"No cargo goes on my ship without me inspecting it first. That's non-negotiable."

He went back to carefully inspecting her again now, but his eyes were marauding over her face, rather than her fleshy mounds. His off the hand comment about touching her up may have offended her, and really that was the intention. He didn't care that much, but he decided he rather liked this woman. She certainly liked to throw the money around, and she was nice to look at, that's for sure. He noticed her raise a hand, and he didn't have to turn around to guess that it was a signal to one of her hired meatheads. He didn't worry about them too much, he was sure he could take them if need be. But maybe he would tone it down a little, from the looks of it this woman wasn't that used to Spacer talk. She was well out of place on Nar Shadda at any rate.

He couldn't help but let out a small laugh, and his mouth split into a wide grin. Sugarwood, he liked that. It didn't make a lot of sense, but at least the woman had a go at it. Beautiful and ballsy, he did indeed like a bit of that. He bounced her name around his head a few times, and decided that he liked it, and would probably use it in future. He still liked Sugartits, and felt it an accurate identifier, but he would just use that as a personal name in his head.

"Very well, Danica. That is a lovely name, by the way. Maybe we should start again. Call me Avanni, and yes, I am a fantastic pilot."

He flashed her what he thought was his most charming smile, his eyes beaming with confidence. He was a right bastard at times, but this contract could be very lucrative to him. So there was a time to be nice and polite. Plus, there was an outside chance he could get laid. And that's always a bonus.

[Poludnica]

There seemed to be some progress or what Danica counted as one. The Echani stopped staring at one point of her body, instead roaming freely from head to toes and for the first time the woman saw something more than primal lust typical for most drunk males in similar setting. There was appreciation, a genuine interest Dany didn't feel in a while and a part of her couldn't help but smile with sadness at the thought which immediately made the young woman realize how lonely she had been recently with Nieraan constantly gone. To the point that even odd glances from a drunk Echani pilot were enough to make her feel attractive again.

Small blush colored tip of her nose crimson and Danica looked away, refusing to betray the unpleasant emotions, trying to hide them behind mask of cold indifference. It was remarkable that after all those years she could get flustered like that but conditioned responses weren't easy to banish. Danica even now could vividly recall a day when a Zeltron boy had dared to look at her like that with Cassius near. The vicious burning of a slap he had given her later the woman could feel even a decade later. ”So they say.” Dany said with sigh and ordered another drink with a graceful wave of her, ignoring the compliment, at least on the outside. She fought a generous smile spreading on her full lips seeing failed attempts for a charming grin though Danica had to admit it was a bit less sleazy. Maybe finally Silas decided to grab the business opportunity rather than an easy lay.

Her eyes trailed off to watch cheap drink sloshing in Avanni's glass. The figures made him think, that was good. Danica expected the doubts and had ready answer. Slowly she took off pearly white gloves and put them on the counter. With manicured fingertips she scooped out a slim datapad and handed it to the Echani. There were pictures of a cargo – fancy paintings, ancient vases, sculptures and trinkets. ”Mostly art, nothing to it.” She shrugged indifferently, smiling demurely at his doubts about flying only for her. ”Unfortunately, I am rather possessive and want my pilots exclusive.” Danica started another glass of wine, feeling slight dizziness nestling itself in her head.

”Inspect all you want. Only art.” The girl snorted, taking another sip of a vile crimson liquid. She didn't mind him looking over the cargo, it was only natural. No, the art didn't need any secrecy – her deals with the Sith on the other hand...Not many agreed to work with the Empire and Echani were Republic people. Still, she would rather fly the ship by herself than to hire one of the Order's pilots. One thing the girl had learned so far from Nieraan – never trust other Sith,

Danica met Avanni's gaze, finally focused when it should have been from the start. The woman quirked her brow sceptically at his bravado boast. Verdrous orbs slid down to the glass and smirk graced glossy lips. ”A fantastic pilot after or before a drink?” Dany asked askance. She could recognize how the Echani got drunk, she could count the empty glasses and above all, could tell a habit not so different than her own. On days off without any company Danica rarely stayed sober.

[Susan]

The woman looked away at his words. There were no obvious indications as to why, but he had his own preferred theory. He had complimented her, charmed her, and now she couldn't meet his gaze. Clearly, she wanted him, and Avanni had no issues with that whatsoever. Despite her cold exterior, she was still a woman - and her body betrayed that. He did want to sleep with this woman, but her false resistance just added an extra thrill. He always did enjoy the challenge. That was what he liked to believe anyway, as far as he knew she could just be picking her nose. Digging for treasure, as Miles Tanner said. He became momentarily distracted as he thought about how much a loathsome, pitiful creature his co pilot really was. Not that it proved much of an issue for the Echani. After all, if not for Tanner, he would probably be still hauling heavy freight all across the galaxy. Assuming he hasn't already thrown himself into a supernova, of course.

He watched her with interest as she slowly removed her gloves, revealing a pair of exquisite, well groomed hands. For some reason he found the entire action highly erotic. Many lewd thoughts involving those near perfect hands flitted through his mind, until he shook his head quickly to dispel them. He would shelf them later, for alone time. As she placed the gloves on the bar, he looked at his own gloved hands. He wondered if there were some kind of business etiquette dictating the removal of hand wear in situations such as this. Even if there was, he was not going to follow them. His hands stayed gloved.

He picked up his glass and drained what little remained, before sliding it away. He didn't bother calling the bartender over again, for now he was done. He'd have more later, but now there was something more important to focus on. She handed him a datapad, which he was careful to take without their hands brushing against one another. Even through his gloves, he daren't risk it. It had been far too long and he was already dancing on the edge, the slightest extra stimulation could push him right over it. And he didn't want her to see that particular look on his face just yet. In a couple of hours it'd be a different story.

He idly flicked through the images on the device she had presented him. He had seem, and carried, stuff like this before. But it meant nothing to him really, he wasn't big into all that stuff. Not that he couldn't appreciate art, it's just his idea of art was an attractive woman posing semi nude for him. His eyes flickered to Danica's eyes once more before returning to the datapad. After a few more moments he had seen enough, and delicately handed it back.

"That looks all well and good, but it means little to me. I will have to physically examine the cargo, and be given a full rundown of the destination before I can agree a price.

In truth, he was happy to do it for much less than she offered, but she would eect him to haggle. If she threw a night with her in the deal, then he'd take the job right there and now. Although the exclusivity still bothered him a little, but something grew in his mind that eased that a little.

"Possessive, huh? I think that's just in my case, I do tend to have that effect." He smiled jovially and tossed a gentle wink in her direction, to indicate that he was joking. "I can probably agree to this, but I need to see more - much more." His happy smile remained as he tried to be ambiguous about exactly what he wanted to see. He looked into her eyes and he found his mind filling with images again. Not lewd acts of perversion though, this time it was something else. Something that made his face feel warm and his smile reach another level of happiness he wasn't quite sure what it was, but he beamed it on the cheap ale. That crap was probably laced with all sorts.

He scoffed as she herself commented on the drinking. He would have found it funny if not for her veiled insult about his piloting. Although he assumed it was just her poor attempt at flirting, it was almost adorable. "Gorgeous, I am amazing at everything I do, no matter if I am drunk, or even horizontal. Especially horizontal."

He winked again, and again tried the charming smile again. He was trying really hard to get laid, and it really wasn't like him. There were probably three cathouses between here and his ship, and that didn't include the street walkers. Getting laid on Nar Shadda was one of the easiest things to do in the entire galaxy. But clearly, he wanted to impress this woman. He blamed her magic tits.

[Poludnica]

It didn't escape her how gingerly the Echani tried to take the datapad, avoiding any physical contact. Danica herself kept the safe distance from the pilot. She wasn't in the mood for such games, really. Hadn't been for some time now though the odd relationship she shared with Nieraan became more and more strained with every passing day. Dany still couldn't say where they actually stood with one another and there weren't many things she hated more than uncertainty. It was frustrating. Angering. The woman frowned slightly at the thought , the oddly detached expression changed her feature briefly, before the neutral boredom came back.

Men, they were always the same, no matter the species and even without Nieraan around Danica wouldn't be stupid enough to fall for charms of some Echani spacer during their first meeting. But the way he tried tickled sweet poison of vanity that moved through her veins. It was clear the white haired men was smitten but nowadays Dany thought herself above using such pathetic cravings to her gain. She hadn't been a silly teenage goose for some time now, had learned to value abstaining. How much was a woman's body worth if given freely away to every man that shows a shadow of appreciation. A precious gem could turn into a muddy rock overnight.

Unconsciously, green orbs traveled to the doors that opened and the same hooker that had gotten offended before wobbled in. One of her blue breasts was exposed, dangling freely from the half torn, tight shirt. The female, probably some slum mutt, was visibly drunk out of small, wh*rish mind. One of the patrons pulled the half conscious girl onto his lap. She didn't protest one bit but let the man grope whatever he wished. Danica clicked her tongue in expression of distaste and displeasure. ”Disgusting.” The Coruscanti girl said, pretty sure the Echani enjoyed the show. They all did. Males – such pitiful kind.

”You are free to inspect the cargo however you want.” She said, a bit too snappily. ”As long as you will keep your mouth shut about it.” Danica folded hands on her chest, her eyes from time to time moved to the Nar Shaddaa courtesan that was not pressing her lips to the man's belt, giving hell of a show for primitives around. Finally the shady looking guy pulled the hooker after him into one of the private rooms.

Ugh... Danica tried to wash the terrible aftertaste of this scene with some wine but it left even worse sensation. With a sigh she poured out most of the glass into a potty plant next to her. The sad looking flower was artificial but whatever. She scoffed at the wink and playful joke refusing to pick up the flirt. ”Keep it up and the only thing you will see is back of my hand after I'll slap you.” Danica replied harshly, measuring the Echani with a cold, calculating gaze. ”You can ask about any detail but there isn't much to it. “ She added. ”I acquire rare goods that have to be delivered to the buyers. Nothing more, nothing less.” Aside from the Sith Order but that wasn't a topic for this talk. Or any talk actually. Danica didn't let people know about her tryst with Nieraan, the Sith assassin. That was bad for business and just terrible PR.

Danica looked at the man sceptically when he mentioned all things horizontal. ”I hope your flying skills are better than pick up lines.” The woman smirked lightly.

”Take it or leave it.”

[Susan]

Her eyes looked beyond him and he shifted in his seat to see the source of her distraction. He hoped it wasn’t some big attractive male, Avanni had a feeling that his body would make him fight all comers as an act of dominance. He also had a feeling that his brain didn’t have a say in the matter, at least the brain in his head anyway. Fortunately, it wasn’t some neckless grock he’d have to batter, but instead the opposite. Scantily clad women were all the rage on the smuggler’s moon, and this one was more scantily clad than most. It was the same woman loitering outside before, although this time one of her skanky blue breasticles flopping about like nobody’s business. The Echani pilot scoffed derogatively before turning back to the pretty human before him. She was far more covered up than the gutter harlot, but for some inexplicable reason, Avanni found that all the more alluring.

He raised an eyebrow at her comment about the blue tramp, and his face widened into a grin, his throat letting out a slight chuckle. Not looking down upon the human woman like he had with the alien harlot, this was a laugh of genuine pleasure. This woman Danica really was a joy to behold.

”Something we agree on. I’m surprised she gets any business at all.”

He didn’t have a problem with her profession, he had been a client to that particular business many times in the past. He travelled a lot for long periods of times, men had needs and sometimes it was easier just to pay a visit to the local ‘seamstress’. Not that he had ever, or would ever, go for that particular jezebel. Even when his standards went out the window, he still had his limits.

Her hands folded across her chest, and he had to fight the urge to be distracted by her womanly works of art again. But he succeeded, and he kept his gaze focused upon her sparkling green eyes – which in their own way were just as beautiful, possibly more so. Although then he frowned at her veiled accusation, taking mild offence at what he felt she was suggesting.

”Discretion is the corner stone of my operation, Miss Danica. You should be aware of it.” He tried to keep his voice carefully calm, but wasn’t quite as successful here, an edge of anger creeping in. He was cautious about what he carried, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be discreet. He didn’t care what he was transporting for the most part, he just needed to know. But after that and where it was going to, that was best left to his client. He didn’t even care who the cargo was going to, or for what purpose. It wasn’t in his business, he just did what he was told and collected his pay. It worked for him so far.

Avanni had no idea what was going on behind him, but he had an idea, there was certainly a lot of male sounded noises coming in the direction where he last saw the slutty prostitute. He didn’t really care though, and he did his best to ignore it – focusing n the business at hand. He smiled again with real pleasure at her comments about slapping him, she was a feisty one. He liked that.

”Then I will inspect what you have at the earliest convenience, and we’ll talk more about destination and payment. As for the exclusivity, I’m inclined to agree. But only because your face makes my eyes smile.”

He put on the most charming face he could, and he knew the line was cheesy, but he didn’t care. He knew she was reacting to his words, even if she tried her best not to show it. He knew how to play the game, and right now this was more than just business. He was fairly sure she wanted him as much as he did her, but she was going to make him work for it. And he had no problems with that.

”You know how good I am, otherwise you wouldn’t have sought me out. But I can show you how good I am, how about a private display, hmm? The meatheads can stay here, they’ll make my ship smell.”

He knew she wouldn’t accept the invitation to his ship, thinking it something more than it was. In truth, it wasn’t an invitation to his bed, he was just going to show her how good his piloting really was. The fact that his bed was in close proximity afforded him the opportunity to how good he was at other activates, and that was just an added windfall.

[Poludnica]

A short, melodic but mirthless laugh left her lips at the Echani's words. With a mixture of disdain and amusement. ”I bet you know all about that.” Danica snorted with venomous irony dripping at the edge of every word. She despised prostitutes and even more men who liked such things. Certainly a pilot and an alien, Silas wasn't a novice to this kind of entrainment which certainly was a judgmental and hurtful assumption all things considered. The dark haired woman had been no saint when it came to men and had fair few relationships behind her. Granted, Danica liked to think herself superior when it came to such things even if said assignations lasted for two weeks.

But ladies of the night? That was just nasty, but at least the Echani admitted this one wasn't appealing. Probably only for Danica sake but the Coruscanti woman was in a generous mood tonight and decided to appreciate it. ”Those who have to pay for sex are not real men. A true man can find it without paying.” She commented and one of her bodyguards snorted, understanding the little jab at the pilot.

He understood wrong.

Stern, beryl gaze locked on the buff human who immediately fell silent. ”You think I don't know where you and your buddy went yesterday when off duty?” Danica snapped like an angry wasp and the guard stepped back with surprised expression. The woman waved her hand dismissively. ”Get the rest of the night off. I will be safe.” Danica demanded which visibly put the two men on edge. They weren't this useful, she was on the territory of one of her Hutt friends and by now could defend herself with at least a blaster.

Something also told her the two bullies weren't a match for a trained Echani. He had been a military, this much Danica knew from curious tentacles of informants spread across the Rims. Even a drunk Echani was wickedly dangerous, not someone two idiots working for Hutts could match.

Her attention returned to the white haired male, who looked slightly offended by what she had implied. Danica smiled lightly – so, Silas had some claws after all and wasn't afraid to show them. The woman disliked bland characters even more than cheap hookers of Nar Shaddaa. ”I hope so because lack of one could end badly.” She sighed. ”For both of us.” The dark haired girl chuckled softly, somehow fond of the fact Avanni showed reaction to her words, didn't play them off with a cheap flirt.

”I am sure that the amount of credits I offer has anything to do with it.” Danica retorted with confidence, letting her livid gaze to rest on the Echani's pale features. His skin was remarkably white, chalky in appearance that always astonished the young woman – how one could even tolerate sun with that? And he seemed smitten which immediately made her amused. Danica couldn't really decide of the clumsy attempts to charm her were angering or pleasant. Or maybe both.

If Silas only knew who he would compete against...

The woman shook her head at the proposal and looked to the bodyguards who despite her wishes took the table not far. ”I bet you would like that but not today. I have someone to meet.” Danica replied demurely, lazily trailing her gaze around the bar. ”But tomorrow I will have few things to ship on Naboo, it can be your first run.” The woman added. ”You can show me your skills then.” The bar slowly emptied, even the slum courtesan had finished her work for today. It was hight time to call it a night.

”I will see you in the morning. Sober.” Danica pried herself from the counter and turned toward the doors. ”And shave that awful stubby for the Maker's sake. “ She added with a genuine laugh.

[Susan]

Avanni Silas smiled at her words, and was preparing a witty retort of his own when he heard a snort behind him from one of the meatheads. He didn’t turn around, but noticed a venomous look in the eyes of the vision before him. The look both thrilled and terrified him, and he at no point felt sorry for the man behind him. As it turned out, her comment was not directed at the Echani pilot, and Avanni was a little surprised at this, and slightly glad. If the bodyguard hadn’t made himself a target, Avanni likely would have been on the receiving end of the woman’s poisonous glare, and her stinging tone. She really was fiery, and the smuggler wagered with himself that she was a wildcat in the sack. He would have to endeavour to discover it. For research purposes.

When she dismissed the two bodyguards, a slight smirk escaped from Avanni, and he was certainly quite pleased that she wanted to be alone with him. It’s possible she just didn’t’ see the need for the luddites, not seeing Avanni as a threat to her safety. Avanni had another idea though, and it was the theory that he chose to follow – and that was that she just wanted to be alone with him. Maybe his chances of having a dance partner tonight weren’t so much as a long shot as he thought.

”Oh don’t you worry Miss Danica, I can be very discreet. Both in business, and elsewhere.” He caught her little chuckle, and knew she was started to warm up to him now. It might have been a bad idea to try the cheesy line and the wink again, but he did it anyway. She wanted him, so that was all good. He promised to find out what her lady lumps felt like, and how well she copulated – and he was more than willing to make the sacrifice, for research.

His eyes fixed on her face when the lilting chuckle sang out of her mouth. He watched the way her lips moved, the way her nose creased when she smiled, the way her eyes twinkled with emotion at her words. He didn’t know her very well, but she was vastly becoming the most interesting woman he had ever met. Which wasn’t really a great achievement, since his prior involvement with women were usually temporary measures for short amount of times.

”Naboo? I haven’t been there in a while, so perhaps I can take a little holiday. And don’t worry, I will show you exactly what I can do.”

He smiled at her as she stood up, and turned in his seat as she walked away. It was the first opportunity he had to admire her from behind, and admire her he did. He certainly enjoyed what he saw, and silently hoped it wouldn’t be the last he saw. At her final words, his hand moved to his chin and he frowned.

”Until tomorrow, beautiful.”

He called after her, not knowing if she could still hear him, or was even listening, but it wasn’t all that important. He stayed in the bar for a little longer, had himself another drink, before leaving himself and heading back to his ship.

[-]

Avanni went back to his ship and fell asleep almost as soon as he got to his quarters. His dreams were vivid and enjoyable, but short lived. He woke up the next morning, and knew that he had a few things to do. He quickly showered then dried himself off, and admired his face in the mirror. He was quite impressed with what he saw, of course he was – it was him, after all. But lingering doubts remained, and his hand brushed across his cheek, the same inquisitive frown from the night before present on his face. He usually didn’t bother to shave, doing it only when deemed necessary – mostly for first time business meetings. Technically he had already had the first meeting with Danica, and usually clients didn’t care how his face looked after the first meeting. Although, he reminded himself that most clients weren’t attractive large breasted women that had the hots for him.

With a little reluctance he did decide to succumb to the woman’s request, and lathered up his face. The blade he used was sharpened, and glided across his cheeks and chin, making short work of the hairy quagmire that straddled his face. When he was finished, he admired his new look from different angles, and admitted that it did look better. In the future he might keep it that way, it depended on how his chin’s maiden voyage went. He dressed himself in his usual flight suit, although taking a little time to scrub off some for the more notable stains, and heading to the cockpit. With his stubble shaven that was one nuisance to deal with, now to sort out the other.

When he arrived at the fore of the ship, his co-pilot was already there, fiddling with switches. Avanni often left Miles Tanner to do what he wanted with the ship, it technically did belong to the human, after all. But not today, today his old comrade would not be here. The Echani explained that there was an important client coming here today, and not so delicately telling Miles to piss off. The Veteran was stubborn, but after a handful of credits and being told about the blue slag from the night before, he begrudgingly took off. Avanni had a feeling the prostitute from the bar last night would interest Miles, she was exactly his type. Easy.

He sat himself in the pilot’s chair, resetting some of the controls his co-pilot had set off, and taking care of several pre-flight checks. Avanni could be reckless and haphazard in a lot of his dealings, but not when it came to flying his rig, then he was meticulous almost to a fault. His pre flight done, he sat back idly browsing the Holonet whilst awaiting the call from his contact. Barely a moment had gone since the night before that he hadn’t thought about lovely Miss Sugartits.

[Poludnica]

”I am only interested in business, thank you.” The woman said on her way out of the bar. Few gazes followed her steps, one of them so tentative Danica could swear she could feel it on her skin. A part of her did pity the Echani whose interest was so palpable, since this enthusiasm was bound to die once the pilot learned she wasn't available. She was a one Sith girl so far, though couldn't really be sure how long this one would last as the new relationship was still something between a strange companionship without any declarations. What if...Danica turned one last time, catching a glance of the Echani pilot.

As handsome as the white haired man was, he was no Nieraan but maybe the Firrerro would never be truly hers – a Sith knight first and foremost. She bit down on her lower lip at this thought, suddenly annoyed at the Echani for the doubts he had roused with the sheer fact he made her feel appreciated. ”Naboo is a nice place.” Danica claimed with tired, indifferent voice, though the memories the name roused were loaded with powerful emotions. It was where she had met Nieraan.

The woman left the bar, dismissing the last awkward compliment with a wave of a slender wrist. That certainly would be an interesting trip if only for the entrainment factor and she did need a skilled, trusted pilot. Especially with the kind of goods people purchased recently, though still smiled at the memory of how enchanted Silas looked when trailing her features. The attention was indeed nice.

XXX

It took few hours for sleep to come and only a handful of sleeping pills fend off nightmares. Danica curled in fetal position among expensive, silken sheets not really feeling well. For a brief moment the woman considered sending a message but dropped the idea entirely and didn't even bother to get up. Depressed, with fragmented sleep the girl spend the night between dream and vigil, stepping on this faint border that separated conscious from murky depths of primal fears and desires.

The young woman woke up in late morning, feeling as if someone put her through a wringer. She was still tired, with a headache and general feeling of misery. Painfully slowly Danica began almost ritualistic preparation to show herself outside. Shower, hair, make up, impeccable short sleeved dress in deep burgundy color. Two hours later no one would say the Coruscanti human barely got any sleep. It was one her most precious skills – to strive for perfection when it came to looks, masking any hindering qualities with either make up or even a surgery.

She found the ship again, rather sad looking piece of junk called Redrum. Danica already deemed the name as silly, wondering if the Echani was aware of the cheesy anagram. The woman stepped closer, wondering if the pilot didn't bail for a drink. She did arrive a bit ...late. Like a properly spoiled lady one might have added. The woman shuffled her feet idly for a moment, trying to gather her thoughts. The art would be there in couple of hours, so the young woman had time to survey the ship and debrief Silas.

Finally, the girl decided to just dig out a crimson lipstick and throw it at the cockpit. Maybe with all the metallic echo Avanni would hear it.”Damnit!” The young woman exclaimed, clutching at her purse. Why she still didn't have his number like a proper businesswoman?

[Susan]

He was waiting around for quite a while for the woman, Danica, when he realised that she hadn’t told him what time she would be coming. He was fuzzy on most of the interchange anyway, because he was a little drunk at the time – and more than a little distracted. He drifted off again as he once more thought about the human’s rather enthralling assets. He briefly wondered if he had enough time to retire his quarters and think about them some more, but decided not to sink to temptation. She would be here soon, and there was little point in playing the piano when you had a likely skilled musician for company. He frowned slightly, he was using music as innuendo a lot lately, he wasn’t sure why. He did however make a mental note to take some kind of lessons next time he was on Corellia.

He decided to stay in his flight seat just in case she did turn up soon. Truth his quarters were hardly far away, but the internal com had been playing up recently, and he wasn’t confident that she’d be able to contact him. At least without sounding like a constipated Wookiee. He decided that he would instead use the Holonet terminal in his cockpit to observe some different musical lessons for a while, keep him entertained whilst he waited for the virtuoso. He managed to go about this activity for a fair amount of time before he was interrupted, the light clanking against the view screen in front of him almost making him snap his flute. He careful put his musical instrument away and decided to investigate the commotion, it was likely just layabouts on the docking area again. Activating the external cameras, he was all but ready to turn the sonic emitters upon the scoundrels responsible. But the one responsible appeared to be the woman he was waiting for, and privately hoping would be his dance partner. Quite possibly for more than just the one dance.

He headed out of the cockpit and activated the airlock door, lowering the departure ramp. He leaned against the doorway in a manner he thought was nonchalant and alluring and whistled appreciatively. Partly to get her attention, mostly in response to how she looked. His blurry, tipsy memory did not give this woman justice.

”Nice to see you, Miss Danica. Glad you come make it, please – after you.”

He didn’t mention her being late, mostly because he couldn’t decide if she was or not – so decided to play it safe. He did put a fair amount of effort in being a nice and polite host, however – doing his best once again to impress this woman, she did come here with a profitable business opportunity after all. Although he wouldn’t pretend the he was motivated merely by financial possibilities. Even his politeness, allowing her to enter first, had a secondary objective. He’d got a grand showing of her chest the night previous, but only a glancing view of her rear assets. Now he planned to have a much more thorough examination.

Today was going to be a good day.

[Poludnica]

The woman gracefully picked up the discarded five hundred credits worth lipstick. It had a nasty crack on its shiny surface. Danica frowned but put the thing back into the purse as the main hatch of the ship opened, flooding floor below it with dim, artificial light. The dark haired beauty crinkled until her eyes didn't adapt to new conditions. She walked toward the ship, a soft, regular clank of the high heels was the only sound for a moment before a nagging whistle came from the entrance.

Danica stopped rapidly, her verderus eyes narrowed slightly at the sound. It resembled those cheap, cantina pick ups she had happened upon when strolling through a city unattended by Cassius bodyguards. Simple, uneducated spacers were crude like that when it came to dealing with women. Especially those that didn't fit the easy skank category. ”You wouldn't have it other way.” Danica snarked, knowing fully well it was by no means a charming gesture of a well groomed gentleman. No, the Echani wanted to get a nice view out of that.

Whatever, it wasn't a crime to watch. Yet.

Before she stepped into the ship, however, Danica let her gaze to catch all the details. Unlike the night before Silas was shaved and in a moderately clean flight suit. She tilted her head, deciding this made him look finally like a proper Echani who were a handsome race by the sheer genetics that made them hard to distinguish for humans. The woman nodded with slight, aloof approval. ”I see you know how to shave properly.” She added finally stepping into the ship. It looked rather typical though there was one major difference between this one and majority of charted corporate ships. It had a feeling of being someone's home. Personal trinkets and colors made it look less like a soulless machine.

”Like a true spacer, you live on your ship.” Danica asserted without any real emotion to the statement aside from this business like firmness. A mane of dark curls turned and the woman looked at the pilot. ”I can't even smell alcohol on you.” She said with a chuckle, before fully turning to face Avanni. ”The crates will be here in half an hour. I just got the message. In the meantime you can show me your ship.” Dany added lazily, looking around though without much of interest gleaming on her carefully sculpted features.

At first Danica pegged Sila's interest on being drunk out of his mind but now he seemed sober and still as much in awe as the night before. The woman shook her head lightly, she pegged him for a type that paid for cheap courtesans and went for easy airheads. Danica was neither which meant the male's interest slightly annoyed her and flattered at the same time.

[Susan]

The Echani smuggler’s eyes twinkled slightly at herself important, borderline elitist manner. Danica knew she was a hot broad, and she clearly enjoyed it. She knew he was interested in her, and she was clearly loving the attention. Avanni reminded himself that he was amazing, so it was no surprise she’d be pleased with his interest.

As she stepped onto the ship, he was mildly disarmed by her comment, and his hand brushed against his smooth chin, a curious look on his face. He was so distracted he almost forgot to check out her arse as she retreated into his ship. Almost, but not quite – and he was not disappointed by what he saw. He was however pleased to see that she liked him looking. She might well walk like that all the time, displaying her assets for greater appreciation, but Avanni felt that she was showing off just for him. It was a long trip to Naboo, or at least it was the way he was going to go, and they were bound to get bored in the duration. They would have to keep themselves entertained, somehow. Avanni had music lessons in mind, perhaps they could partake in the Corellian Waltz. Four or five times. He dismissed the thought of things to come, and followed her into his ship – for now, they had business to attend too.

”I wouldn’t be a very good pilot if I stopped off at my manor on Corulag every few days now, would I? Not twelve hours ago I had no idea I’d be heading off to Naboo, yet here we are. Someone in my profession has to be prepared to be on the move at all times.”

He spoke to her in a matter of fact manner as they progressed through the ship, his feet subconsciously guiding him the short distance to the cockpit. He didn’t think his ship looked all that lived in, but he lived in it so he was quite sensitised to the surroundings. They arrived at the cockpit and he had the good sense to disable the Twi’lek holo-projector on the front dash before Danica stepped into the tight flight area behind him. Palming the sleazy ornament and carefully placing it in a pocket, he turned to face the woman before him. The cockpit was designed to hold two people, but hardly with any modicum of comfort. He had his own pilot’s chair behind him, and Danica was stood in the doorway, yet there was barely three feet between them.

”Far too early to drink, Miss Danica.” He paused to theatrically sniff his guest, even though at this range it was entirely unnecessary. ”You smell quite good yourself. Although I suppose that is to be expected.”

He smiled softly, then stepped towards her, with the aim to move past her out of the cockpit. It was a tight squeeze to get out of the cramped room, and he was careful not to touch her inappropriately as he did so. He did however glance down at one of his favoured areas, and was pleased to see the luscious mounds once more. Avanni thankfully remembered to rotate his pelvis as he glanced down, it really was a tight area, and he didn’t want her to recognise the presence of his flute. That would be a surprise for later.

He stepped out and past her, turning on his heel back to face her, holding his arms a loft with a smile. ”Half an hour you say? Gives us plenty of time to kill, feel free to make yourself at home. My ship is your ship.” He idly wondered if at her home she walked around naked, but he doubted it. ”Yes, I am sure you are interested in the ship that will be carrying such valuable cargo – I will give you the full tour. We will start with my quarters.”

He winked at her, knowing full well she wouldn’t like the implied sleaziness in his comment. But that was all part of the fun, he had a feeling the woman was holding back on him. She was all stern and serious most of the time, but he spotted cracks in that facade at times, the smallest smile, the softest chuckle. The sights and the sounds of such rare occurrences made him happy. And not just penis happy either, face happy too. He endeavoured to crack through her armour, and see everything that lay beneath. And he did mean everything. He would be gentle, after all, she was the valuable cargo he would be transporting. This contract wouldn’t just be for the credits for him. He was going to use the time to prove to her that he wasn’t just a drunk, sleazy spacer. There was much more to him, especially the fact that he was an incredibly accomplished dancer.

[Poludnica]

There were times when the man's attention was threatening, even dangerous and this instincts was still alive in some aspects. But now, Danica was free and there would be no one to judge her for leaving males intrigued. The woman stepped into the ship, feeling the curious, silver eyes following her step. Small smile ghosted over Dany's full lips at the thought. Though it didn't take much to impress Avanni, probably he had a stash of porn somewhere and got off to lewd Twi'lek dances. His interest didn't make her this special, any woman that washed would get it. No, such men didn't even come close to the sphere of Danica's interest.
Not anymore anyway.

Her hand idly wondered to the slim stomach and rested there for a while before moving down into neutral position. ”It does smell as if you lived here.” She theatrically sniffed the air with something between playful smile and a mischievous smirk. ”Booze.” Danica added with a short, melodic laugh.

The cockpit was small and upon stepping into the tight space she found herself less than three feet between her and the white haired male. She stopped, glancing around with a bored expression. ”That is claustrophobic.” Dany commented, feeling Avanni's gaze on her.

”It is never too early for a drink.” The human sighed and smiled absentmindedly at another forward, cheap pick up line. ”Carla Emerald perfumes, twelve hundred credits.” The woman asserted, wondering if the pilot would be intimidated by her wealth. Had before he worked for such people? Those with endless money and power? Danica's company brought in recently amazing income and the girl tried very hard to spend it. Did Cassius made the same? Would he be impressed?

Would he comment how Danica basked in a simple interest from an alien painfully lacking proper education and manners? A small, demure smile crept on her lips as the pilot awkwardly tried to move past her. The woman stepped away, giving him enough room so their bodies didn't touch. Only very privileged men had this honor and for now Silas just didn't cut it. He would go after every skirt and Dany didn't believe herself to be just any woman.

The girl chuckled at his proposal. ”I already have a home. Couple of them.” Danica shrugged gently her slender shoulders. Now that was it...One smarmy, seductive comment too many. The woman walked toward the pilot and placed a single finger under his chin. Deeply crimson nail moved delicately over freshly shaved cheek. Her green eyes began to spark with amusement. ”Before you start to woo a lady like that, offer her your quarter...Ask if she isn't taken.” Dany winked slyly and moved away from the Echani.

The man couldn't of course know if it was truth or if she was messing with him. Danica was this kind of personality – often liked to confuse people for the sheer entrainment. ”Now, show me your ship.” She commanded with a voice that didn't expect any refusal.