Pu' Chabba, the notorious smuggling bounty hunter, eased his ship into the docking bay of the Wyzenhymer Destroyer, Lipschitz 9. He'd been offered a lucrative contract by Sky Marshall
Wincus and, though he loathed to deal with the race of nose less scum, he'd accepted the deal to pay off his debt to a particularly relentless agent from the Columbia Discs and Data Corporation.
Shutting down his engines he removed his helmet and set it in the passenger seat, where his fur covered, alien partner, Mushi, would have been sitting...if he were still alive. A deep sigh of regret escaped
Pu' Chabba's lips as he unbuckled himself from the pilot seat. Though it had been nearly seventy-two hours since his partner's demise, he was still feeling the loss.
Through the view port he could see a robed figure approaching, and hastened to the outer door. He unlocked the hatch and waited for the ramp to extend to the floor before disembarking. The Wyzenhymer
had stopped several feet from the ship and waited expectantly below, which was just as well, as Pu' Chabba desired to keep his other cargos' identity unknown. He looked at the other figure skeptically, waiting
for it to initiate the conversation, and after a painful silence, it did.
"Welcome, bounty hunter", the other breathed, pulling his cowl back from his face. "I am Chancellor Slile", the Wyzenhymer remarked from an all too human mouth.
