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Jhoth had found himself in the Mos Eisley's Cantina yet again. He didn't know what it was that brought him to this place. There was zero allure to it. There was zero allure to Tatooine. Whoever decided to settle this wasteland was crazier than the Tuskans. Granted, everyone it attracted seemed just as crazy. He wondered if he was crazy too as he poured another drink down his throat. 'Naa, this drink is too good to be crazy.' He thought to himself. Besides, he had very good reason to be in the Cantina. He was supposed to be getting work from the Hutts soon. They didn't appreciate the Confederate's trade restrictions to much, so he got a lot of business through them. He got a lot of business just by hanging out in the Cantina. It was amazing this place could harbor so many lowlifes for so long and never be shut down. It seemed like the most useful scum in the galaxy gathered around this hole in the wall. He just happened to be one of them for now.
In fact a lovely sight was walking in right now. The Trandoshan, Gando, was looking for Jhoth. His boss, Cer'dar, had business with Jhoth. Well really, Jhoth sort of owed Cer'dar a lot of money. He took on a job, but the Confederation confiscated the cargo. Of course, Cer'dar demanded that Jhoth now pay for the lost profit. Which was a problem, because he was mostly broke trying to keep his ship running.
"Ehh, what's this. I was looking for you hammerhead. Cer'dar is still waiting." Gando said as he sat down at the small table with him.
He took a deep breath almost out of frustration before responding. His translator worked almost instantaneously to change his gruff growls and moans into common. "Yeah, he's going to wait another week. That was the time limit I had to deliver the initial goods. You know it's pretty ridiculous that someone is making double profit in the same amount of time. Cer'dar is lucky that it was me who took that load. If it was anyone else he'd probably just be coming out with a loss, but here I am paying him back with no extra time, money or even help. My guy is selling the goods this week and if Cer'dar wants to see his profits, tell him to stop sending people. Like I said, he should be giving me extra time anyways. This mess is mostly his fault."
Gando laughed a bit as Jhoth explained himself. "I suppose that's true, but just remember, after the week is up I get to kill you." He said as he pulled his blaster out and waved it in front of him.
Jhoth was typically pretty peaceful. The Ithorians were pretty passive naturally, but there were oddballs among them. He could at times be an oddball. The whole situation made him mad, and Gando was an ugly shitbag, that drove him to the end of his rope just by looking at him. His hand gently pulled his vibroblade from it's sheath, while the other sat on the table. In a flash, Jhoth used the hand on the table to press the gun down on the table and away from him. A blast went off that passed under his other arm as it brought the vibroblade into Gando's hand. "I don't care, I just don't want any distractions." He was about to walk away in a manner he thought would look epic, but he really didn't want to leave his blade behind, so he went back and pulled it from the Trandoshan. That was almost scarier than having the gun pointed at him. Gando could probably tear him in half in a fist fight, but fortunately he wasn't supposed to kill him yet. The blade to the hand did little to him too, except for make him angry. Jhoth didn't care though. Gando was never going to get the opportunity to kill him. At least he was pretty sure. His current deal seemed foolproof, but he felt like something was going to go wrong in the next week. He might need to make work of Godiva's luck again.
In fact a lovely sight was walking in right now. The Trandoshan, Gando, was looking for Jhoth. His boss, Cer'dar, had business with Jhoth. Well really, Jhoth sort of owed Cer'dar a lot of money. He took on a job, but the Confederation confiscated the cargo. Of course, Cer'dar demanded that Jhoth now pay for the lost profit. Which was a problem, because he was mostly broke trying to keep his ship running.
"Ehh, what's this. I was looking for you hammerhead. Cer'dar is still waiting." Gando said as he sat down at the small table with him.
He took a deep breath almost out of frustration before responding. His translator worked almost instantaneously to change his gruff growls and moans into common. "Yeah, he's going to wait another week. That was the time limit I had to deliver the initial goods. You know it's pretty ridiculous that someone is making double profit in the same amount of time. Cer'dar is lucky that it was me who took that load. If it was anyone else he'd probably just be coming out with a loss, but here I am paying him back with no extra time, money or even help. My guy is selling the goods this week and if Cer'dar wants to see his profits, tell him to stop sending people. Like I said, he should be giving me extra time anyways. This mess is mostly his fault."
Gando laughed a bit as Jhoth explained himself. "I suppose that's true, but just remember, after the week is up I get to kill you." He said as he pulled his blaster out and waved it in front of him.
Jhoth was typically pretty peaceful. The Ithorians were pretty passive naturally, but there were oddballs among them. He could at times be an oddball. The whole situation made him mad, and Gando was an ugly shitbag, that drove him to the end of his rope just by looking at him. His hand gently pulled his vibroblade from it's sheath, while the other sat on the table. In a flash, Jhoth used the hand on the table to press the gun down on the table and away from him. A blast went off that passed under his other arm as it brought the vibroblade into Gando's hand. "I don't care, I just don't want any distractions." He was about to walk away in a manner he thought would look epic, but he really didn't want to leave his blade behind, so he went back and pulled it from the Trandoshan. That was almost scarier than having the gun pointed at him. Gando could probably tear him in half in a fist fight, but fortunately he wasn't supposed to kill him yet. The blade to the hand did little to him too, except for make him angry. Jhoth didn't care though. Gando was never going to get the opportunity to kill him. At least he was pretty sure. His current deal seemed foolproof, but he felt like something was going to go wrong in the next week. He might need to make work of Godiva's luck again.