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Chapter 7 by conceptmonger conceptmonger

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demand a hefty sum of money, and payment up front

"Well, it does look like you've got me pinned down," you begin, "but I still have to be a willing participant in this. I'm not going on some suicide mission without proper compensation, including some cash up front."

Durga chuckles, rubbing his fingers together in his slimy palm.

"I like this one," he says to the Imperial Officer as if you were not standing directly in front of him. He turns towards you. "Alright, I'll give you 5,000 credits now, and another 25,000 when you finish the job."

You balk, that's more credits than you've seen in the last decade. You try not to make it too obvious that you're impressed.

"Alright, I accept," you say, shrugging your shoulders and looking the slimy criminal in his eyes.

Durga motions to a nearby droid who brings over the 5,000 credits.

"Now, we will be sending you in a shuttle down to the planet surface and inserting you near the place you were to rendezvous with Bib Fortuna, Jabba's Majordomo," the Imperial Officer says to you as if briefing a trooper for a mission.

"Yeah, don't sweat it, just show me where to go," you say with gruff impatience. Still, you tremble a little near Durga the Hutt. You can feel his raw ambition, his desire for power, his innate belief in his supremacy over all others. You can tell he's playing this Imp. Not that you really care... but the **** of his determination is so strong, you feel as if you must oppose it with all your might, or bow before it. You fear you one day might be.

No matter, it's time to get out of here alive and with no further complication.

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