Starwars- The Edge

The Shuttle

Dormo's POV
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Othria and Merel...Those two Twileks had scammed him, they did!
The discontented man scowled and shifted on his seat. He was in his large home, large due to his criminal business. He currently was sitting in a long couch where normally he would be accompanied by two slave Twilek girls, but he wasn't in the mood for company. They knew he wasn't in a good mood. Them and his guards who stood just outside the door. No one else was in the room so as to allow him some time to think.
Dormo was the employer of the sibling smugglers and he highly regretted ever reaching out to them. The girl, Othria, had negotiated very well. Too well for his taste. All the simple man wanted was to get those crates of weapons for a good price and be able to sell them for more than they were worth. He wanted to scam people and get more money, but he would get less than he deserved. The scammer had been scammed.
          Othria...she was a very convincing girl. There was something about her that made him want to bend to her will, which was why he was paying them 500credits per crate rather than 200. The two had made off happily and set course to intercept the shipment. He knew they would be successful and return here to Nal Hutta. And when they did...he would betray them.
    No one robs Dormo of his money, much less scams him for more than something is worth. Perhaps it was karma playing at him, but he didn't care. He had beaten out bad luck before and has always been the one turning the tables. So he would send his men to the docking bay to firstly, unload the carts. Sending more than needed and with them properly armed. Though he doubted Othria and Merel would put up much of a fight, he didn't want to take any chances against the two smugglers. They had a reputation for luck and bending the rules. They had never once been up-handed by the empire.
The two Twileks were certainly not infamous smugglers known throughout the outer, much less core or inner, rim. They were just two young ones looking to make their own mark on the galaxy. He had needed someone to take a job for him, and he had heard of the two who had been successful in their last run, and reached out to hire them. They had met in the local cantina, and discussed the job. That was where it all turned for the worse.
Dormo sighed and reached over a hand to grab his cup of juma. He drank his fill. If Othria hadn't pushed for a higher pricing, he wouldn't be forced to take action. He would have gladly paid the 200 per crate and not cared. But instead, the Twilek had gotten him to want to pay 500 per crate. Wanted to! It was outrageous and he hadn't a clue as to how the young girl did that. From the looks of it, the brother appeared equally stunned as they left the cantina. It was all very strange...
              It didn't matter though. What did was that he would be getting his money's worth, but the little Twilek smugglers would have to pay for their mistake. He wasn't that powerful of a crime boss, but he could pull some strings that would surely end up making life on the edge of the empire rough and difficult for them.
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Merel's POV
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He stood from the cockpit's chair. They were almost to the sector where they would cut off the transport and he needed to get ready. And check on his little sister.
Merel and Othria were twin Twileks
Othria was small and petite, and not much of a fighter. She had light purple skin almost border lining on lavender. She had dark brown eyes that always shown with intelligence or humor. She had designs on her lekku which added to her sharp look. Her skill set involved mechanics, negotiations, and of course, smuggling.
He on the other hand, was the opposite. He was tall, buff, and definitely the fighter. Othria classified him as the "muscle" quite often, but he was also their pilot. He had dark purple skin and matching brown eyes. His lekku weren't nearly as decorated as his sister's but that didn't matter. He had the appearance of a fighter which was quite useful in a smuggler's occupation.
Merel made his way down the hall and through the ship they called the Flying Drexl. It was a YT-2400 and a good class ship for smugglers. Very fast and had a lot of storage. It had been rather expensive when they bought it, but cheap compared to the real price. The price they bought it at had been haggled and negotiated by Othria. She was a very persuasive little Twilek.