[S12 - Nar Shaddaa - PC] Walk the Plank

The rain fell harshly, its acidity burned at flesh.

In the outskirts of Hutta Town, in one of the many skyslums that infested the city, a lone shack stood against the sky. The shack’s tall radio tower creaked in the wind.

“You had one job.” A low, growling voice spoke into the wind. Standing on the planks outside the shack was a sentient. And in his grasp was an Ugnaught, being held by his collar over the endless sprawl of other shacks below.

“That’s your whole deal. From up here you’re supposed to be able to monitor everything within this city. You just had to tell us where he was going and when. We had to do the hard part.”

“I know!” The Ugnaught squealed. “We had ‘em! But somehow they knew you were coming. They got away, even hid from me!”

The grip tightened around the Ugnaught’s collar and he was shaken violently over the edge. He flailed, his arms grasping and legs kicking, he was powerless in the air.

“Not good enough.” Came the harsh growl. “Better to be paranoid in this shithole, but you don’t just run away from a meeting before it even starts. Not unless someone tells them to beforehand.”

“I-I didn’t! I swear!” The shrill yell was almost lost in the wind. “Someone else must’ve tipped ‘em off, not me! Someone must’ve told ‘em! Maybe someone inside! From your crew!”

The grip loosened slightly and the sentient’s red eyes shifted. His next words came out as a whisper.
“You expect me to believe that? That one of ours gave us away?”

“I ain’t lyin! If I was you’d have already dropped me!” The Ugnaught squealed back.

With a grunt the Ughnaught was thrown back onto the platform, colliding with the wall of his shack. Slamming his boot on the Ugnaught’s chest, the sentient spoke.

“Who else knew about the job?”

“I don’t know exactly,” the Ugnaught managed, “but, Vetsik set up the meeting. H-he might know who’s been talkin.”

With a sigh the sentient lifted his foot. “That slimy tailhead –” He interrupted himself, spitting down at the Ugnaught. “Why do you work with that fool? If I find out you’re lying to me, you’re walking the plank. Find our damn target, we’ll handle Vetsik.”

Turning to leave, the sentient nodded to his crewmate who was listening from around the corner. Together they both descended into the depths of the skyslum. 

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