Trassk, a Trandoshan thug in the employ of the
Rodian crime lord Enkido, stood his post at the East
entrance of the crime lord's palatial estate on the
outskirts of Cormond, Brentaal's capital. He was
expecting the arrival of a local gambler, who had
attempted to increase his status in life by trying
to move into the illegal arms business. He knew no
deliver would be made tonight, but he had to keep up
appearances. He snorted once as he looked up at
Brentaal IV, the planet's largest moon. He was
beginning to think the man did not have the courage
to show up, and, quite frankly, he did not blame
Novall sighed as he stepped out of the taxi shuttle.
He was in a rather slumped and dejected mood after
the events that had unfolded earlier in the day. He
made his way up what he felt was an eternity of
"I don't see any cargo, Human," Trassk snarled at
Novall, noticing he was traveling quite light for a
man who was supposed to be delivering a large
shipment of weapons.
"I guess they weren't lying when they say
Trandoshans are aware of their surroundings,"
smirked Novall as he shrugged at Trassk. Novall
looked down at his hands. He noticed the white of
his knuckles from where he had been clenching them
all day. "I had a little problem...of sorts. I need
to talk to your boss about it," said Novall.
"Well," Trassk began, moving menacingly closer
towards Novall, "Where is the shipment?" Big for a
Duck: Trassk raised his right hand above the smaller
Human's head and snarled, "You will talk to me,
Human. Where is the shipment?"
"That's a good question Trando," replied Novall.
"The shipment was sent by Countess Talos, and I did
check the logs at the starport and they had been
checked in at bay 97," added the Human. "So ... I
don't have it," Novall stated.
"What do you mean you don't have it," Trassk said,
outraged. He moved himself closer towards Novall,
now standing directly in front of him.
"I don't have it. It's been stolen and I have no
clue who took it," replied Novall. He stepped back a
little to put some distance between himself and
Trassk. "I can't give you something I don't have,"
Novall stated. "Thats why I need to talk to Enkido.
I need to iron this out," Novall said sternly.
"Enkido does not deal with failures," Trassk
explained, "Now either find the shipment or bring us
the thirteen thousand you owe us ... or else our
next conversation will not be as pleasant."
"How am I supposed to find them!" Shouted Novall
"That is your problem, Human," Trassk growled, "Not
mine. Now get on it."
Novall softly shook his head as he turned around to
head out. The first thought on his mind is to talk
to his supplier ... Countess Talos. Perhaps she
could at least provide him the name of the pilot
that brought the shipment in.