It's a Deal.

"Fine, Master Avahandi." You say, adding some sarcasm to the word 'master'. "I will accept your job. But I want at least a quarter of the payment upfront. I want to make sure you have the money."

"Smart, kid." The Seishi said. "I will have Grey transfer 15,000 credits to your account. Satisfactory?"

"That should do." You nod. "Pleasure doing business with you."

"I won't extend the same until you bring me the boy." Avahandi replies, his voice filled with meaning. "I will expect you to return within four rotations of the White Sun. Any later, and I will be sending my associates to find you. And you may find your reward to be a little less enjoyable."

"Don't make veiled threats at me." You warn him. "I will make good on our deal, but I won't tolerate being bullied. I won't be longer than a few Earth-weeks."

"I will place my trust in you." Avahandi says. "If this turns out well, I may throw a few more high-priced jobs your way."

You don't like the idea of being the Seishi's hired gun, but you keep that thought to yourself. "If you will excuse me, I think I will be on my way." You turn and leave the room. You quickly march back to your ship, keeping an eye out to make sure you're not being followed. You see a few eyes watching you and decide to keep going.

You return to the starport and quickly prepare to board the Royal Flush when you hear a clinking noise behind you. You quickly turn and draw both sidearms, only to see a chubby man in red standing behind you. Holding a standard issue blaster rifle. You sigh and hold your arms up.

"What the hell is this all about?" You ask.

"I seen you chattin' to the fish-man." The armed man says. "You came out in one chunk, so I assumes you gots dealings with him."

"What business is it of yours?" You ask. The backwoods slang makes it sound like this yokel is from an Outer Region planet.

"My boss don't get along with the fishy types, especially not that slime-hopper." The man said. "Don't particularly like those who deal with him either, if'n you get my drift, Mister Star-Chaser."

You're really beginning to regret ever landing on this dump. "So I guess you've been sent to deal with me then?" You ask.

"We's tryin' to take the fish-man out of the crime life. So either you help us by bringin' us whatever he wants, or I just shoot you and take yer big, fancy-dancy ship."

"If you try, that'll be the second stupid thing you do since showing up here, the first being your attempts to intimidate me with that third-rate speech impediment."

"You have a lot of cheek, Star-Chaser." The chubby man growled. "'Specially since I gots the gun. Now what do you say about that?"