You are interested...

"Okay, you've piqued my interest." You fold your arms. "What's the job, Avahandi?"

"That's Master Avahandi." The man pointed out. "Should you take the job, I'd demand a little more respect from you."

"Of course." You remark.

"I have some property I need you to retrieve for me." Avahandi steepled his fingers and gave you a long look. The girl whose head he was rubbing whined from the loss of contact. "Some very sensative property."

"Something the Militia shouldn't find out about?" You ask, arcing an eyebrow.

"No, nothing like that. Just very personal property. Something that rightfully belongs to me that I have been without for many years." Avahandi tugged at one of his whiskers thoughtfully. "It's on Haven IV. Ever been there?"

"Can't say I have." You shrug.

"Of course not. Not an upstanding young lad such as yourself. It's a space station not too far from here; like the other four Haven stations, it hangs right outside the nearby asteroid belt."

"So why do you need me?" You ask simply. "Doesn't seem that hard of a job. Why wait so many years to do it?"

"I need a respectable ship and not too many come in here that aren't tied to the Militia. The Royal Flush is quite the eyecatcher. I doubt anyone will start any trouble with that ship." Avahandi smiles crookedly. "And I'm not exactly a welcome party on Haven IV. You seem to fit the bill fine. No direct connection to me so you should be able to get in and out easily."

"What is it I'm getting?"

"Venci." Avahandi remarked. "His name is Venci."

"A person." You say in a deadpan tone, trying to hide your suprise.

"He's a boy." Avahandi remarks. "You shouldn't have much trouble getting him out of there."

"Human trafficking could get me three consecutive **** sentences." You scowl at the Seishi. "You should have told me this upfront."

"From what I gather, the Militia would put you to **** anyway, should they catch you. What's three more deaths on top of that? Besides, the Militia will have no part of this. The Haven stations operate outside of Militia support. You won't have to worry about the law coming for you." You open your mouth, but Avahandi continues. "Before you get all high and mighty on me, lad, perhaps you would like to hear the payment. 50,000 credits for the job."

"Fifty thousand!" You exclaim, the rightous indignation falling from your mind like it never existed. "Are you serious?"

"Serious as a Rathian." Avahandi grinned. "Plus, if you so choose, you may have one of my personal love slaves for your own purposes." You look down at the women on the floor who were busy fondling themselves and moaning loudly. Two girls had even gone into a 69 position and were greedily licking at each other's slits. Avahandi leans forward and looks at you meaningfully. "Well? Will you take my job?"