A small shuttle lands on a landing pad on top of a high building, which belonged to a small company named after it’s owner Rac Fegal and no one was first going to believe the owner’s appearance. The landing ramp opened and a small figure known as a dug stepped down the ramp with it’s strong legs while the smaller hands were touching repeatedly the skin, that hanged from the Dugs skin. The dug was mad about what had just happened, his means of getting more land for his company on this island planet had failed. Rac wasn’t used to failure or negative comments and that made him angry so, that he was already planning more illegal ways to get what he had wanted. He walked in cursing to himself and pushed the elevator button with his small limb, that were considerably small compared to a human’s. There was a battle between companies independent rich buyers and the government on the planet for new space, which some people had. Rac had his eyes on a considerable deal for a while, but then the land owner had decided to get nosy and demand unfair amounts, which Rac couldn’t gather just like that. Soon as he had called few thugs or even bounty hunters, he would feel slightly happier of knowing that the land owner would be awaiting for a unpleasant chat with his friends. The owner might blaim him for hiring them, but there would be no solid evidence left behind and there never had been. Many eyes laid on him and his company, Rac didn’t like it, but there was no other choice and he got bombarded every week with some kind charges. He passed his secretary who yelled after him about some people who came by and asked for him, Rac didn’t bother cause he knew it would be some headless chicken offering something very unprofitable for Rac like smuggling.
Rac had many smuggling operations from planet to planet until someone got a trace and a rat got in his systems, they got one delivery before Rac realised the danger and shut them down. The trouble wasn’t really big cause there was no solid evidence and connections from anyone to him so from that on he didn’t dare to smuggle anything all tough it meant profits. He walked in his office and sat on his small chair, that rose up to the human stage and he took in his desk messages. Few reports, which he didn’t wish to read and few usual deals to be made, he sighed looking out onto a sky full of clouds.
"It`s going to rain..." Rac spoke to himself and took out his small drink glass. He filled it with a strong drink and took it all down at once, he was lucky to arrive few minutes before the rain. He hated the rain, he hated those who got in his way and tried to complicate his business, he wanted to crush these complicates beneath his heel. That seemed such a far away dream of getting rid of the bugs, that stood in the way of his business and company. Back on Tantooine he only had to call few thugs and the problem could be solved, but here there was a law and it`s upholders. They set new obstacles in his way and made him sacrifice a tear of blood with each obstacle, which made him wish that he had some sort of strength to takeover the hole planet. Then everything would be his, he would make the rules and he would be the one throwing the obstacles in the others way. He left his glass and the bottle on the desk when he lowered the chair, then he walked out of his office doors because he was tired of rotting in his office. He looked up to his secretary who was a young female human and then jumped up to the desk.
"Now...what were talking about some people asking me? What was their business with me?" Rac asked with a rude voice.
The secretary was used to these speeches and looked back answering" Yes.. some gentlemen asked for you and said, that their boss wanted to meet you and that`s it. They didn’t leave anything more specific."
Rac snorted loudly and jumped down from the desk. "Probably some gang or company, that try to become leech on my expense.." The secretary interrupted him.
"Don’t know....by their dressing and outlooks I could tell they were no thugs or original company representers as usual." Rac turned to look back with some interest and couldn’t keep touching his hanging skin in his jaw.
"What do you mean by their dressing and outlooks? What could make these so special?" Rac got new interest of the visitors, who certainly had interest for him.
The secretary continued to work, but continued the conversation" They wore black suits under some coats and had guns as protection, the guns most certainly weren’t from this planet or yours and they said that they would be back or their leader would drop by..."
Rac touched his jaw skin thinking quickly, if some bigger company was coming here and wanted him out of the way or his services because he was the biggest warfare producer on the hole planet. He flicked his eyes and turned away.
"Lead them to my office, if they return and this time call the security just to make sure, but don’t worry about me I’ll have few tricks for them, if their here to end my days...if they don’t show up.." He shrugged “I’ll be in my office eating my meal and reading what those boring geniuses have come up with this time… ”
Rac returned to his office and sat down at his chair, he ordered a meal into his office because he really hadn’t got a dining room and pondered about these strangers. The hutts or some other criminal organization to take him out to take over what he had worked for all of his life since his first own business on Tantoiine, which sold mechanics, space ship parts and all kind of droids. He sat there eating his meal and read the reports about the new prototypes of new models of weapons.
