The Wookie and the Gizka

[Shara]

OOC: If you can think of good reason WHY you'd be here, then feel free to join in.

::In one of the ship docks in Coruscant the wookie Rabyyk was helping the smuggler who had hired him for this run to load up his ship, The Wookie Bender (called that for reasons he kept to himself), with quite a few small boxes of unknown cargo::

::When they'd finally gotten it all loaded, the smuggler, a shifty looking Bothen, took a step back and looked at the wookie with a critical eye::

Smuggler: "Now remember, whatever you do, DON'T open those boxes. Understand?"

[Shara]

::Rabyyk growls reproachfuly and his translator droid pipes up:: "Translation: I Know. If you tell me that one more time, I shall gladly remove your arms."

::The smuggler nods, but doesn't appear convenced:: "As you will, Wookie. But I warned you. Remember that."

::Rabyyk shrugs his big furry shoulders and turns to board his ship::

[Shara]

:: Once on board the wookie shuts off his translator droid and clips it to his belt, then settles into his specialy modified pilot's seat. He flicks a few switches on the control panel and the ship shoots out of the docking bay and off into space.

A few more flicked switches later and he'd set the hyperspace coordinates for Tatooine. Rabyyk then pulls back the lever and the ship jumps to hyperspace::

[Shara]

::Rabyyk leans back in his chair, folding his furry arms behind his head and letting his eyes drift closed, fully confident that the short journey was going to be uneventful. That Bothen had payed him entirely too much for this.

A slight scrabbling sound come from the cargo hold and he jerks up right, listening hard. The sound doesn't come again however, and he settles back down in his seat, determining that it's nothing to worry about::

[Shara]

::A short time later the ship lurches out of hyperspace not far off from the dusty, almost glowing world of Tatooine. Rabyyk guides the ship arround and then noses it down, sending it into the planets atmosphere. With one hand he reaches to his belt and switches on the translator droid. The little spear floats up and hovers next to his head, beeping and clicking::

"Master, I still say this was a bad idea. There was something about that man I didn't like."

::The wookie growls and waves a hand at the droid::

"Yes, droid I may be but that doesn't mean I don't have some since of intuition."

[Shara]

::Rabyyk chooses to ignore the droid and guides the ship down into the Ancorhead dock::

"I think we should...."

::The wookie clasps a paw over the droid and gives it a violent shake, growling in a low reproachful tone::

::The little droid lets out a squak like beep and Rabyyk releases it::

"Fine. See if I ever try to help you again. Hmph."

[Shara]

::Rabyyk lets out an appologetic growl, reminding the droid about wookie tempers, then slides(as much as a creature his size is capabe) out of his seat and lowers the entrance ramp.

Despite his desire to do otherwise, the little droid hovers after him::

"Wait for me, Master!"

[Shara]

:: Outside of the ship the dock manager, a tall, unhappy looking man, is waiting for them. Rabyyk shakes a furry fist in his direction, roaring::

"Translation: I will pay no.... Master we have more than enough credits why must you insist on being so..."

::The wookie roars again::

"Very well. Translation: I will pay no fee and don't you dare try and make me."

[Shara]

::The Dock manager starts to give them an angry retort, but takes another look at the large and very strong wookie and quickly changes his mind. He gives them a curt nod and walks off, muttering under his breath::

::Rabyyk gives his droid an 'I told you so' growl. If it were physicaly possible the droid would have rolled its eyes in annoyance::

"Whatever you say, Master."

[Shara]

::Wookie and droid set off into the town itself, heading for the local cantina::

"Do you remember what the Bothen said? We're looking for a rodian, right?"

::Rabyyk nods his shaggy head and lets out a low growl::

"A hutt's agent, did you say? How dreadful! Why do we deal with such creatures?"

[Shara]

::Rabyyk shrugs and lets out another low growl::

"It might pay, but it's unethical!"

::Rabyyk shakes his head, roaring::

"You go right ahead and change my programing, that doesn't make it any more right."

[Shara]

::Rabyyk stops outside the door to the cantina and growls out something like a lecture::

::The droid 'sighs':: "I'll behave if you will."

::Rabyyk nods, satisfied, then walks inside::

[Shara]

::Rabyyk looks around the cantina, searching for his rodian contact. He spies what he thinks to be it over at a booth in a far corner. A small, blue, almost sick looking creature. Rabyyk points him out to his droid and growls softly::

"It is probable. Be cautious.... we still don't even know what that cargo is."

[Shara]

::Rabyyk aproaches the rodian slowly and growls::

"Translation: Are you Geedan?"

::The rodian looks up at them suspiciously:: "Who's asking?"

::Rabyyk growls::

"Translation: "I was hired by Nidan, the bothen. Know who I'm talking about?"

::The rodian nods and gestures for Rabyyk to take a seat:: "Yeah. And keep it down, will ya'?"

[Shara]

::Rabyyk sits and growls in a low tone::

"Translation: No law exists out here, why are you so worried?"

Rodian: "Never you mind. You got the cargo?"