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Simula sat inside of his LH freighter. He was angry at Diabolus, who stood him up. He wanted to go into the Hutt market and preptrate a killing spree was how contemptuous he felt. But, he did not. He practiced his meditation, creating a rhytmic flow of oxygen in and out of his body. Then, he opened his eyes and looked around calmly. He stood from the pilot chair and peered out of the window to see if he could spot some strong aliens standing around. He spotted his first one. He was an alien with oval eyes and green skin and stood up eight feet tall. The next one looked like a Mandalorian. He did not want to do business with an old warrior. So, he skipped him and laid his vision upon a Herglic. He was the biggest thing in the whole field, and he knew that gambling was part of his DNA.

His anger was not active when he prepared himself to talk fast and move fast. He knew where all of his equipment was, and put on his cloak and covered his head and peered out of the window one more time. He checked the equipment, all well secured and in fine condition. After he scanned over it, he closed the cargo bays he both checked. It crossed his mind that they could crack one of the tanks, or try to run off into the desert with power parts. He cracked his neck, then he opened up and closed the ramp and begin walking toward the Herglic.

He walked normally towards the crowd of thieves and traders. The closer he got he was gently overcome with nervousness, which made him walk harder and faster. As he approached the big Herglic he reached out to him and interrupted him while he tinkered with parts of a hybrid astromech droid.  "Hello. I need your assistance."

The fish humanoid looked at the mysterious looking humanoid and slobbered while he looked at him. He did not answer Simula because he was operating on his mechanical friend, despite the apprentice's charm. So, Simula asked again but placed a strong hand on the Herglic's arm and suggested he respect his presence. He used the Force to implant some fear into the Herglic's mind and the two started talking.

"I can't get it to work! What do you want?" said the big guy.

"I need to find a trolley to move some of my goods to another vessel," Simula said.

"What kind of goods? Do you have any transistors?'

"I have these," Simula remarked and presented the dumb mammal with a handful of credits. He threw them in the Herglic's hand, and then the two looked at each other for a moment. 

"I can do this. I can pick up 500 pounds! What am I hauling?" he spoke excitedly. He looked at the credits in his hand a few times and he felt like luck was on his side. 

"Bacta tanks and power connectors. You don't ask about my business, even in this cesspool of a plantation. Now, go get the trolley, a large one, and meet me here in five minutes," and he stopped talking at the big fish guy's grin.

"My brother and me should be all you need. He's over there doing business," he said pointing at a similar looking mammal. He was the same size and pigment, and he was waving his fist up and down at the transactor he was occupied with. He considered it and it didn't take long before he agreed. "He's the smart one." That made the Sith apprentice roll his eyes but like always he kept his feelings to himself. 

"You're a Zabrak, right?"

"Yes, I am. Let's go."

"Hold on, I'll get Visch," said the fish man and ran off 10 meters away to get his kin. Simula watched him collect his mad brother. The two brothers almost fought because Visch was being hustled by some salesperson overcharging him for whatever it was he wanted to purchase. But, they calmed down when the first Herglic showed him the coins, and the Sith apprentice watched uneventfully while Visch waved at him, Simula not responding. Then, the two brothers started walking back to him but then stopped. They restarted their path and held up their hands to motion him to wait a moment. He deduced they were going to get the trolleys, and in a few minutes they come from somewhere they had walked to behind the main plaza and with two huge trolleys. They didn't look like the weight bothered them when they approached Simula who was near his ship with the ramp deployed.

"Visch? You are Visch?" the Sith asked.

"Yes, I'm Visch. Beltore tells me you got a lot of money to haul some bacta tanks to that ship over there." They had sat down the trolleys and questioned him to see if he had more currency to be delivered.

"Yes, I have plenty of coins. Your work is light and these credits are more than you should get. But, I can be generous. Can you move these tanks and batteries to that ship there," he pointed at the Dread Adversary and the two workmen looked at it again, and everyone tuned in and Visch and Belfore boarded the ship and started carrying the tanks and power systems out from their cargo holds and placing them atop the two trolleys. They did so carefully and fast, which Simula noticed.

They hauled all of it in four trips. Simula stood by his ship while they took all of the pieces out, and followed them to his Master's ship. While he was on the trail he quickly felt in danger and looked back at the main plaza to catch two thugs running up at him. He pulled out his scoped blaster and unleashed at them. He missed every shot and before he knew it he was in a fight. 

He had tried so hard to conceal his identity, and remained with that sentiment. One of the goons with him got in a right hook, but his Iridonian skin did not caused more than a sting to Simula's face. But, the other troublemaker pushed him down when he grabbed his body and started running until they tripped. Then, the Force seduced him to use it. As he and the one who tackled him fought over the upper hand, Simula got to the trigger first and mounted this man, who, by now, the Sith wanted to kill. He hated this thug and he placed his hand over his face and pushed out electricity into his face and body. It was not too strong, but the other idiot ran away after he saw the fight preformance while Simula got to his feet and looked around. Then, he remembereed the mission and darted his eyes to the fish people and the ship. He picked up his blaster and trode towards them.

"Hurry up!" he demanded. They showed him that they had carried most of the power systems and their accessories. He waited while they finished their job loading the tanks. He was irate and wanted to hurt somebody. But, by the time the work was done he was at least halfway sound, but he kept eyeballing the plaza to see if he could find the other culprit; whose friend lay dead in the middle of the day where everyone could see. It could spell more trouble, which he yearned for by the way he thought, and lived. When the fish people were done, he threw some credits at them and boarded the Dread Adversary.

Once he was inside and secured all of the stolen goods he made a communication to Zaras, telling him that the goods were ready to go: "If I don't get out of here soon, I'm going to kill."
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