#dandoran

It was a plain spaceport on Dandoran, a smuggling planet in Hutt Space, that the uniquely shaped ship, The Chakram, settled down in. The vessel was circular, longer than it was tall but certainly supporting two levels inside. The unique part was a monorail wrapped around the ship and was attached to it at four points. The vessel was painted with a red and deep grey pattern that really let the red stand out amongst the ship's dark paneling, making it a tad more distinct than it would anyways with the odd railing. Pressurized air and steam were released from the ship as its ramp disengaged and hydraulics lowered it down to the ground. Two figures stood at the top at the exit to the cargo bay, one dressed in rags, cuffed and muzzled, a rodian, wide eyes as ever and struggling against the one that held his arm, a helmeted figure that seemed to hold no issue with the action of restraining them. A hefty shove came from the helmeted figure, the rodian slamming into the dirt at the base of the ramp with a dense thud and groan through the muzzle. The entity descended the ramp and stepped up beside the rodian and looked towards the entrance, catching a glimpse of someone shifting out of view. The eyes behind the helmet continued to look about before three men walked through from the office of the docking port The Chakram had just landed in. "So you did find him," one figure said, the presumed leader of the three given how the other two flanked him and said nothing. Instead, they kept their hands on their weapons as they stared down the bounty hunter that had brought the unfortunate mark.  The middle man was a bothan, hairy beyond belief and quite more canine in the face than anything else. To his sides were large pigs, Gamorrean's, typical guards among those who worked for the Hutts. They Gamorrean's lifted the rodian to his feet as he struggled against them, one of them delivering a heavy balled hand to his gut to stop the squirming. The bothan though, took a more delicate touch in not so tender the moment, removing the muzzle for a moment, "Septu is not going to be happy, we could see about making sure you keep all your parts if you just tell -me- where you dropped the cargo," they said, granted this time it was in the rodian's common tongue rather than galactic basic. The rodian spiteful rambled on before looking back towards the bounty hunter and managing to spit across the way onto the front of his helmet.[4:07 AM]From within, the single stripe of the visor that allowed him to see was stained and darkened by the vile fluid of the rodian's mouth. It'd have likely bothered him more if this helmet wasn't anything more than a shield from projectiles such as that. It already held plenty of battle scars though the modified stormtrooper recon helmet had done its job over the years. Finally, the voice within the head casing came through, a tired voice that held little room for toying around, especially now. "Credits?" he question, gravel adding to his tone, whether through the mouthpiece of the helmet or his own rasp, who could tell? "Ah, yes," the bothan obliged in an almost happy manner. "Datapad," he said as he extended a hand to his left most pig servent. A small tablet device was handed over and a few button presses later it was passed to the bounty hunter. "Thump print and confirm the transfer," he remarked. The male sighed and removed his left glove, revealing the only flesh visible to his person. Deep red skin with light black decoration across the back of his hand. He did just that, review offers a nod, "Septu take his cut?" the red-skinned one question and he finished the transfer and held the pad back out to the bothan, "He did. His cut and this last job. You're off the... debted payroll. Completely free hunter now, congratulations," they said with a condescending hint in their voice. "Fair enough for me. If you have any more jobs, let me know. I'll expect the full amount," he added. The bothan waved and set to move off with the gamorrean's and rodian in tow, to where the bounty hunter didn't know. The only thing he did know, was he was going to get a nice hot unrationed meal and a good cup of meiloorun juice. They shifted and set off, the ramp closing under his behest and sealing back up properly while he set off into the spaceport in search of a good cantina.