"500 credits" shouted the bartender in a sharp rodeese accent. Dak scoffed. "500 for a bantha blaster? Did the imps raise the tariff on ethopron?" Dak reached into his duster and brandished a hutteese corbel. Leaning forward he whispered, "show me to gorttudo and keep the change". Without hesitation, the rodian nodded to the silhouetted ugway in the corner and slipped the coin in his pocket. Dak downed his drink and made his way to the corner table. Sitting down he ignited a death stick. "So you finally busted out of mustafar... I heard they had you working the mines" jabbed the ugway. "I am not here for pleasantries, gort." Dak retorted. "So how much you need this time then" gort whispered. "24, and a half tot for the commission". Gorttudo took a swig from his rancor mead. "Muon Gold... highly regulated...very dangerous to move during these times..." Gort finished his drink and smiled at Dak. "You lost half your load to whitemaw pirates when you took a proton torpedo to the first load's hyperdrive over Hoth... What makes you think you can smuggle 2 bays back to cornet?" Asked gort. "This time it's different... Let's just say it's a local delivery" replied Dak. Gort glared at him. "The Black Suns are the Hutts greatest rivals out here... If jabba hears of this he'll have half the system's bounty hunters after my head and the other half after yours. What's in it for me?" Without hesitation, Dak rolled a vial filled with a viscous green liquid. Gort stared upon the vial in shock. "That's enough isotope-3 to slice half this rock's security systems." "I know," replied Dak, "as I said, this time it's different..."