Making a trade.

"I can pay you 90,000 credits for the lot, Kagen". The Toydarian trader announced, his wings beated a mile a minute to keep him hovering off the deck of the Ardent Venture, and to be level with Dak Kagen's face.

"I'm afraid that you're estimation of my cargo rather low, Watto. My cargo has been evaluated at 200,000 credits".

"200,000?" Watto spluttered angrily, his wings started to beat faster in anger.The Toydarian quickly launched into Huttese, choosing a language that offered a vast array of insulting adjectives he could draw upon without the recipient of his insults actually understanding them.

Unfortunately for him, Dak did understand Huttese. The former Ranger barely suppressed a smile as the being hovering in front of him colourfully questioned Dak's ancestry, and that his personal habits left much to be desired. An image of the dealer beating his wings so hard that they rip off his squat body flashed into Dak's mind, forcing him to suppress another grin.

When they dropped out of Hyperspace, Dak had piloted the Ardent Venture to the unofficial capital of Illium Prime, Port Besadii. Once negotiations with Air Control had been concluded Dak expertly landed the Venture in it's designated berth in Docking Bay 94.

Once on the ground Dak paid the agreed landing fee to the officials waiting at the bottom of the ramp to the ship, and then appropriated a Public Terminal located in the small building adjacent to the Docking Bay. Cracken had helpfully added a list merchants who would be interested in purchasing the cargo of Lashaa silk underwear currently in the hold of the Ardent Venture, and more importantly whom the Alliance Intelligence deemed 'trustworthy'. Well, merchants who weren't likely to kill the Alliance Operatives for their cargo.

First on the list was the Toydarian merchant, Watto. Cracken's file on him was sketchy at best, but it appeared that he had been a junk dealer on Tatooine, a world that had been deemed an 'insignificant dust ball' on Imperial records. Of course Luke Skywalker, hero of the Alliance and the man who destroyed the **** Star had hailed from said dust ball. Cracken's file included excerpts from thirty year old field reports of Jedi Knights Qui Gon Jinn, and Obi Wan Kenobi. How Cracken managed to get data from Jedi records -which were sealed or destroyed after the Jedi Order was effectively eliminated by the Clone Soldiers they had fought side by side together during the Clone Wars, under the orders of the self appointed Emperor Palpatine, and his newly annoited henchman Lord Vader- Dak would never know. While Kenobi never met the Toydarian his mentor Qui Gon Jinn mentioned that Watto was immune to any kind of 'Jedi mind tricks', but proved to be susceptible to greed, gambling and other vices.

Using the terminal, Dak had contacted the Toydarian, and invited him down to Docking Bay 94 with regards to a 'once in a lifetime offer'.

Watto finally calmed down, and the beating of his wings slowed down to a steady pace. His stubby, clawed hand gestured at the vast array of crates in the hold of the Venture. "Okay Kagen, 115,000". He offered

"Come on Watto. This is the finest Lashaa silk around. You aren't going to find better quality silk anywhere in the galaxy". Dak promised. He picked up a racy black number out of an open crate , and placed it in Watto's hands. "Feel the quality, and give me a fair price".

The Toydarian ran his clawed fingers through the soft material of the underwear. "Not bad, not bad". He murmured. "125,000 credits".

"170,000 credits". Dack countered. "Watto, I know you've got contacts with the bath houses, whore houses, and pleasure palaces on this planet. That's why I came to you. If anyone csn make a killing with these goods it's you!" Dak said, gently stroking the Toydarian's ego. "If you can't give me a fair price I'll go see Javrual Charn, or Felicity Forge". Dak continued off handedly.

From his reaction Watto definitely didn't want this cargo in the hands of his direct competitors. "Ok, ok. 135,000".

"160,000, final offer, Watto". Dak countered, getting real tired off negotiating with this former slaver, something which Dak hated more than the Empire itself.

"Dak, are you still arguing with our guest?" Lixa asked over the comlink.

"We are still 'negotiating', yes". Dak replied, speaking into the device mounted on his wrist.

"Perhaps I can be of some assistance, Captain". Lixa's sultry voice purred over the comlink.

"Be my guest, Lixa". Dak replied, before glancing at his guest. "My associate will join us in a moment, and hopefully help us reach a mutually beneficial agreement".

Watto snorted, and made a sound of derision. "Whatever tactics she has in mind it wont work. Mind tricks don't work on me! Only money!" He declared.

"Hello, noble trader. I hear that you and my colleague can't reach an agreement". Lixa called from the access corridor.

Both Dak and the Toydarian turn towards her. Simultaneously their jaws drop at Lixa's attire. The gorgeous blonde was wearing her sturdy boots, a skin tight pair of red trousers, complete with her low slung holster belt, her trusty DL 44 secured in the holster. The two males' attention however was drawn to the tight red boob tube top she was wearing. The tiny top showed off her toned midriff, and showcased her huge boobs. An obscene amount of cleavage was on display.

"Yes, no, what?" The Toydarian spluttered, his thoughts focused only on the huge pair of breasts jiggling softly as Lixa walked towards the pair of them.

"I can vouch for the quality of the goods, Watto". Lixa assured him with a naughty wink, and a grin. "The dancing girls, and whores will be personally thanking you for these undies! They looked and felt great on me!"

Watto's eyes dropped from her gaze, and instead fixed themselves on her ample bossom. Dak and Lixa's eyes met across the hold. "Got him". She mouthed silently.

"Of course the owner's of the girls will be very happy too. Happy clients are ones who will do more business with you, but you already knew that didn't you?! I want a fair price, but I don't want as much as my greedy associate". Lixa continued, placed her hands behind her back and thrusted her chest out. "How about 155,000 credits, just between us".

"Deal". Watto whispered, his tongue rolling out of his tongue.

"I knew you were as smart as you were handsome!" Lixa giggled, holding out her palm which Watto lazily hit, marking that a deal had been struck.

Watto pulled a credit chit out of his worn leather satchel and pressed it into her hands, before barking in Huttese to his workers who had gathered at the bottom of the boarding ramp. Several Twileks, Rodians, and one human entered the Venture, and began loading the crates of underwear onto the Gravsled located outside the ship.

Once all of the cargo was out of the hold, and loaded onto the Gravsled Watto glared once at Dak, and wordlessly exited the ship.

"Lixa, you were brilliant". Dak stated, once they were alone.

"Thanks". Lixa replied, and flashed him a broad grin. "So that's most of the undies gotten rid of. Of course, I did requsution a few outfits for myself".

Dak arched his right eyebrow at her."How many is 'a few', Lieutenant?"

Lixa giggled. "Just enough to outfit a small harem of **** girls, Captain".

"Naughty slut!" Dak whispered in her ear.

Lixa moaned happily in appreciation to Dak's deceleration. She ran her finger across the credit chip Watto had given her. "Think of the weapons I could buy with this!" She stated, and flashed a mischievous smile Dak's way.

"You think that you need more, Lixa?!" Dak replied incredulously.

"Yep!" Lixa said, nodding her head enthusiastically. "I really want a Tenloss Disruptor Riffle. They can disintegrate a Stormtrooper's armour with one shot, and it is said that the bolt travels so fast that even a Jedi couldn't block it!"

"You really do scare me,sometimes, Lixa". Dak declared, and shook his head in dismay. "Ok, get dressed. We are heading out".

Lixa grinned seductively at the former Ranger. "I'm already dressed, Captain. Where are we going?"

"We are going to cash that chit into the account Cracken set up for us, and then meet our contact". Dak replied, not even surprised at Lixa's choive of attire "Her name is Ilyri, and she works undercover as a dancer at the Afterlife gentleman's club a few klicks from here...."