The polished black boots fell heavy witch each step he took. A hand
waved through his graying brown hair as his eyes cast upon the
estate's front gate. Jixton Cordell leaned forward, and pressed a
button to notify someone he had arrived. "This is Jixton Cordell ...
I have an appointment," he said into the speaker. His right hand
pulled back from the speaker, and came to rest on the gun belt he
wore. He missed the weight of the DL-44 that usually was at the
The front door at the entrance to Ixion Chall's estate opened
suddenly without any notice. Before him was revealed a long hallway,
which would be familiar to anyone in the employ of the Black Sun. He
would have no trouble finding exactly where he had to go. In the
antechamber, Khepri Tott paced nervously. He never did like dealing
with the help directly, but such were his orders this day. He
sighed, waiting impatiently for the smuggler to arrive. He wanted
this over before it even began.
Jixton let out a low whistle, as he began to walk down the hallway.
It had been a long time since he had to deal with the Black Sun. He
walked down the halls, whistling an old Corellian ditty out of
habit. Jixton knew where to go, and he strode in confidently. He was
an old man in his prime with years of experience under his belt. He
stepped into the room, and took one glance at Hetro, and nodded a
"You're running a bit late,"
Khepri pointed out, "but no matter." He
moved towards Jixton slowly, talking with motions of hands more than
his mouth, "Your cargo is being loaded aboard your transport as we
speak. Do not ask me what it is ... I will not tell you. It is a
simple run to Esseles. Your contact will take control of the
shipment at our facility there."
The Corellian ditty stopped, and he took a moment to consider his
words. Deciding there was no real excuse for his lateness he could
only nod as Hetro began to ramble off the details for his mission.
"What's the security like?" Jixton asked, the only questions as far
as he is concerned is important.
"With this rebellion business,"
Khepri was quick to point out, "the
Ringali Shell Security Force won't be giving you any trouble. Speed
is the key ... if you get in ... and get out ... you'll be fine."
"Anything else I should know before I go?" Jixton, asked.
"In this business, kid,"
Khepri was quick to point out, "The less you
know the better."
Jixton turned about on the balls of his feet so that his back was to
Khepri. He waved a goodbye with his right hand. As he started to walk
back down the corridor from whence he came. The only sound that
could reach his ears was the sound of his boots moving along the
duracrette. He wondered what could go wrong. Deciding that anything
could happen he shrugged it off as Jixton finally reached the end of
the hallway, and was now finally back out on the street. He took one
last look around the surrounding city. He wondered if this was going
to be his last mission. Figuring it probably would not be ... Jixton
turned about face once again. Jixton walked back through the
corridors, this time making a turn. Then a few more turns, before
flashing his identification at a check point. He wanted to get back
to the Corellian Dream as soon as possible. He glanced up at
the ugly Trandoshan at the check point. Then he gave the affirmative
nod. Jixton walked through, and stepped up the ramp of the beat up
old YT-1300. He slapped the panel shutting the ramp door, and
retracting it. As he moved through the length of the ship. He picked
up his discarded blaster pistol as he passed it. He manually checked
the weapon for its safety being on, and it set on stun. He had a
permit that would get him through owning it if they boarded the
ship. When he reached the pilot's seat, he sat down next to the
annoying Rodian that was his co-pilot. He had no idea where they got
him. But as far as Jixton was concerned, he could do without him.
"He says he hates you by the way...," Jixton said, as the ship
starts to come online with a few flips of switches.
"Really? Krinveedo hates him too ... heh heh heh," the Rodian
replied to Jixton.
Jixton was sure that one day he was probably going to kill that
Rodian. He just hoped that day was coming soon, he could not take
that laugh. He pulled on a lever to signal to the repslurlift
engines to kick in. After the ship was a few feet off the ground, he
retracted the landing gears. Then started climbing the ship into the
air. After hitting the atmosphere, Jixton switched the engines once
again. He waited as Krinveedo worked the astrogation computer.
Eventually they worked it out, and entered hyperspace towards their
After some time within hyperspace the ship exited. Jixton moved his
chair over towards the comm channel, and he turned it on, waiting
for a reply.
Brentaal Docking Authority transmitted a message over the comlink to
the Corellian Dream, "This is the Brentaal Docking Authority, please
"This is Jixton Cordell of the Corellian Dream," Jixton
"What is your cargo and destination, over," the Docking Authority
He glanced at the falsified documents, that were supposed to clear
up any mess if he ran into it. "I've got food surplus, and my
destination is outside of Calamar," Jixton did not miss a beat, he
did not pause ... though his voice sounded tired as if it was all
pretty much boring the hell out of him. Jixton waited for a few
moments before heard control give him clearance.
"Landing clearance granted. Welcome to Brentaal, over and out," the
Docking Authority informed him.
With the help of Krinveedo, Jixton was able to turn the ship towards
planetside. He switched the engines back to resplourlift after
hitting atmosphere. Then Jixton started to pilot the ship towards
his intended destination. Keeping the ship leveled, and flying
normally. That was when Jixton brought the ship in, and started
landing procedures at his intended destination. He retracted the
landing gears of the beat up old YT-1300. As his eyes glanced over
the sensor board. "Keep the ship warmed up ... if we have any
trouble I want us to be ready to hit space as soon as possible," he
said, as he got up out of the pilot's seat. Then walked his way
around the ship to the landing ramp, he hit the button, and began
walking down the ramp.
Timo Pendar, one of the Black Sun's men on Brentaal, patiently waited
for the pilot of the YT-1300. He had been informed of the arrival by
his Lieutenant, and he understood just how important it was to get
this shipment unloaded and in their custody as quickly as possible.
He stepped down the ramp of the YT-1300, and took one glance at Timo.
Jixton did not care about the cargo or the credits. Jixton then
waited at the bottom of the ramp. "Go ahead, and start unloading,"
Jixton said, with a nod.
Timo clapped his hands twice and a cadre of goons of various shapes,
sizes, and species emerged. They quickly made their way aboard the
YT-1300, completely ignoring the pilot. As efficient as worker
droids, the goons began lifting the cargo out of the transport, and
onto the ground. Timo was pleased with the progress, but would never
let that show outwardly. "Almost done," he informed Jixton.
Jixton gave a nonchalant care, as he watched the goons do their
work. He folded his arms back across his chest. Thinking that the
day had started out nice enough.
The last goon brought the last cargo container off the ship, and
signaled the information to Timo. Timo then turned his attention back
towards Jixton, "Looks like we made it in time. You'd better get
back to Esseles."
"Sure thing," Jixton said, as he turned, and headed back up the ramp
of the ship. Part of him wondered what the hell was in that cargo.
Then again, that part of him would probably get him killed in the
long run. He shut the ramp on his way further into the ship. Jixton
waited until all of them were out of the docking area before lifting
off. He called control, and got confirmation to leave planet. He hit
space as soon as he could, and switched back over the engines once
again. Jixton liked it at least when things went according to plan.
A few more hours later he was back on Esseles, walking down the
ramp of the Corellian Dream. He looked around the facility
that he had left not so long ago. Then made his way back into the
long corridors searching out the person who was supposed to pay him.
Jixton made his way to the antechamber. He stepped to the lounger,
and sat down. The blaster pistol resting once again secured within
it's quick draw holster. He tapped his right hand against his leg,
as Jixton's eyes drifted up to the doorway. He wondered when in the
hell the person would arrive with his payment for the run he just
Kalista Mandu walked through the doorway quickly. There was a scowl
across her almost pale skin and she carried a smallish black satchel
with her as well as a blaster pistol in her boot, "Jixton, I
Jixton stood up slowly as if he was twice his age. Though it was
always a front he put on. He let a right hand slowly come up to move
through the graying brown hair as if nervously. He was past all of
that, he was simply putting on one hell of a show. "Yup ... Jixton
Cordell at your service," he said, as his hand slowly lowered back
to his side.
Kalista extended her hand calmly for a handshake, "I'm Kalista Mandu.
Were there any difficulties?"
"None, though my co-pilot the Rodian was a bantha spit," Jixton
said, as he glanced down at her hand. He leaned forward with the
same right hand. Though his weight had shifted to his left. Then
firmly shook her hand.
Kalista's gray eyes watched him carefully. "5,000 credits, as
agreed," she handed him the satchel. "Sorry it took so long.
Somebody needed disciplining," she smirked slightly.
Jixton took the bag, and did not even bother counting the credits.
As he shifted the bag over his left shoulder. He would have
preferred them transmitted to his credit chip. Then again that could
always be traced, he had been doing this for way too long. His other
hand returned to his side as he nodded. "I'll put this away, and
then I'll be fit to fly," Jixton said. "Know where I can get an
astromech? I want to replace the Rodian," he asked, the voice held
no humor in it or joking tone.
"Of course," Kalista nodded her head, wondering if he knew exactly
who he was talking to, "How soon do you need it?"
"Whenever my next mission is ... you can take it out of this pay if
you want to," Jixton said, as he hefted up the bag with his right
"Contact my people tomorrow with your specifications. If there's
anything else, Mr. Cordell?" Kalista stated.
"That is it...," The older Jixton said. "You've got my comm number,"
he mumbled, before turning away. He walked out of the room, and into
the corridor. The man moved as if he had nothing to live for except
for the jobs he was given.
Kalista almost glared after him, but instead grumbled angrily about
the punishments she was going to oversee and their stupidity. Could
no one whip right? she wondered as she turned back to the door and
left the chamber.