Money is everything -

[Anton Byrax]

**The midday traffic in Theed was relatively light, There were more than a few disgruntled outbursts from other drivers as the young Noble weaved his landspeeder
carelessly in and out of the proper lanes. Anton had made his way to the Admin sector of the city to oversee the setting up of his new offices.
Having invested all his funds into this new venture Anton felt confident that he would make a killing where others had stumbled and fallen.

Naboo being almost totally relient on trade in order to survive was a hub for traders, merchants and transporters alike. It would be tough to compete with the already entrenched Trading companies but Anton Byrax had one thing the rif raf did not - a connection to the Noble households of this dear planet.
Many a time he had seen and heard of wealthy individuals paying absolute fortunes for things such as rare beasts to be kept as pets, Anton himself had liking for such pleasures.

While this trade could be considered slightly Illegal, Anton fully intended to indulge in legitimate cargos aswell. Of course being of Noble Standing the young man would need to take a stand off interest in his new fledgling business empire, else he my be taken for just another trader.

Stepping out of his speeder Anton walked elegantly up the steps into his new building, a small stubby man emerged from the double front doors with a genuine smile on his face.**

'Greetings Sir, welcome to the trading offices of BTC - (Byrax Trading Corparation) We have had several enquiries already this morning.'

*Yes, money is everything and and there was plenty out there ready for the taking.* Thought Anton as he shook hands with his asistant Grent.

[Anton Byrax]

**Being early evening the warm light played through the window into Anton's personal office, on the desk behind him lay a data slate which had the details of twenty or so orders his staff had recieved earlier.
Most were small shipments that were perhaps not worth the effort except from a PR persective, besides BTC only had two transports of intermediate tonnage thanks to his family connections.
Whether or not Anton liked it he was going to have to start small.**

*There was a rap on the door, then Grent appeared.*

'Sir, we have had a request from a Lord Belinac. He wants to know if we would be interested in providing him with a transport suitable for moving several large animals.'

*Pondering a second, Anton turns to face Grent with an arched eyebrow.*

'What kind of "animals" are we talking about?'

'Well he didnt specifiy what the cargo was, but the pick up point is Felucia. It seems our Royal friend is set on a Safari Vacation, although he will pay well for the services provided.'

*Anton knew full well what the cargo would be, and had no problem with it. Even if there could be problems with the authorities should they be discovered.*

'Inform Belinac that we will take the contract.'

[Anton Byrax]

*Anton sat in the small bridge of his new transport, the "Bridge" was closer to a cockpit he observed while looking out upon the huge orb that was Felucia. The entire atmosphere was nothing more than a sifting green haze of mist that would be thick with spores he knew.
Standing up the young man turned and passed through into the crew compartments, this was far from a luxury vessel yet it wasnt suppossed to be. It was the first of many working ships that would, in time earn Anton a fortune provided the circumstances were right.*

*Anton opened his old hunting pack, he had been taught much about hunting by Sitar - an aged Mandalorian who had been employed by his father. What had once been a joyful hobby was now the young nobles bread and butter, he hoped he was up to the task.
Laying out the old fatigues he changed from his usual elegant self into what resembled a compatant Hunter with camo cloak swept back over his shoulder.
A puffing and grunting sound came from next room, sticking his head around the bulkhead wary of what he would see Anton unknowingly braced himself.
The flustered form of Grent came into view, sitting on a bunk cursing as he tried pull on his boot. He looked quite the little mercenary Anton thought and smiled.*

*Grent came through into the social compartment carrying two lengthy bundles handing one too Anton, unwrapping it The youngster felt that familiar cool metal of his Long Rifle it had been a gift from Sitar and was as accurate as a Rifle could be plus capable of taking down a Rancor with one shot if used properly.
The Ship's intercom sounded and the pilots voice came over with a metalic crackle.*

'Sir, Over friends have arrived for the RV.'

[Anton Byrax]

*The landing craft lowered it's loading ramp, Anton and Grent emerged with weapons ready. He had learned before that this planet was dangerous - learned the hard way.
The crew of Lord Belinac's vessel had already set-up defensively around the Landing Zone, they were looked as if they were dressed for an official function rather than a trip into the wilderness of a near inhospitable planet. Approaching casually Belinac nodded curtly, he was tallish and well built, clean shaven and had dark beady eyes.
Anton looked at him in slight dismay, the Lord was wearing bright crimson breeches and tunic with gold trim!

Belinac:- 'Ah young Anton, how good you have come.'

*Looking Anton up and down Belinac continued*

Belinac:- 'I must say that is some interesting Atire you gentlemen are wearing, Very authentic...'

Anton:- 'Yes indeed Lord Belinac, i trust your journey was pleasent.'

*Belinac didnt answer, only nodded continuously as if bored already.*

Anton:- 'Well then my Lord, i estimate we only have a few hours of light left. Perhaps we should move out?.

Belinac:- 'Yes, yes, you are the guide. Lead the way.'

*Turning to Grent, Anton rolled his Eyes. After giving a small breifing to the party regarding safety, the group formed up and moved out with Anton on point.*

[Anton Byrax]

**Moving slowly the group snaked it's way through the fungal foliage, the mire they walked through squelched lightly sucking at their boots. Lord Belinac's guard had almost lost his footwear several times in the past hour.
Antons Re-breather had clogged twice dew too the density of spore in the air, the others were just as bad if not worse off.**

*Grent had taken point and was scouting ahead of the hunting party, it was unusually quiet apart from the incesent buzzing of large insects.
Anton remembered the horrors of what this planet had to offer, the mere glancing thought caused him to look round for any signs of creatures he knew were out there. "Blood Worms!" he thought, a shiver running down his back as he checked to ensure he had no exposed flesh.

Entering a slight clearing, Anton caught sight of Grent resting on a large rotten root. The Group followed suit and sat down were they could, except for Belinac who stood complaining about his ruined boots. Ignoring him Anton sat beside Grent.*

Grent:- 'Sir, i cant find any tracks we may have to return to the LZ. We can't stay out here after dark.'

Anton:- 'I agree, it is strange that we seen nothing of the beasts so far. I dont like it one bit.'

*Just then there was a loud scratching from behind the Root on which the two sat, as one they turned slowly to see the head of an Acklay.*

Anton:- 'Nobody make any sudden movements.....'

*Glancing back he realised only he and Grent where now present in the clearing, with that distinctive roar the beast rose up to its full height and charged.
Grent fell backwards and became a bundle of filthy material rolling on the ground, Anton raised his rifle but the beast was too close all he could do was drag Grent into the undergrowth.
With hoarse shouts Lord Belinac reappeared his weapon trained on his own guards.*

Belinac:- 'You dare to run and leave me! I am here for that beast, now i order you to capture it!!'

*The four guards opened fire with their the stubby barrelled blaster carbines, several shots hit home but with no effect other than to enrage the Acklay further.
With an impetuous charge the beasts deadly limbs scythed through three guards the last running for his life caring nothing for the fate of Belinac.*

Belinac:- 'You filthy cur! get back here at once!'

*Turning round Lord Belinac visably trembled as he saw his imminent death.
A lance of energy blazed from the the undergroth, striking the Acklay through it's eye. Rearing up the beast was dead before it hit the ground, Anton and Grent appeared from their hidding place.
Lord Belinac, pale and laughing have crazed with fear threw his arms out with glee.*

Belinac:- 'I hh..have my trophy then? I must say you and yours shall be recomended.' *still shaking Belinac turned and walked off as if drunk.*

Anton:- 'Well Grent, I doubt this will be the last Safari We will organize.....'