Now you see me

'Well greetings Feudjio. I was given your name by my friend in The Eternal Brotherhood of Ocsin Explorers.'

'We'll meet you there' says Ken, not sure he wants this individual poking around his ship just yet.

"Maybe I can sneak in first, and make sure this looks legitimate."

Ken sniggers, 'You aren't known for your stealthiness droid.'

AD-hoc gives the droid approximation of a shrug "I did say 'Maybe'. Shall we just head over then?"

Ken studies the droid closely - he's not sure they're capable of sulking but this one seems to be doing the best impression of it he can. 'How about using your naturally nondescript demeanour and taking a look while you pretend to service one of the ships?'

You want me to keep an eye on our lawly friend or should I help you out? Zailor asks chuckling about the idea of a sneaking droid.

AD-hoc doesn't reply, he just starts walking and heads to docking pad 94 to try and fulfill Ken's request. He tries to look like he belongs as he roams the halls, trying to casually assess what's around.

AD-hoc turns on his comm "Looks legitimate, 2 armed Ocsin disembarking."

Ken invites Zailor to join him outside the Ghest. He's wearing his blaster but no body armour and has a very small sample of the spice slipped inside a pocket.

Zailor grabs his gear and joins Ken outside the ship.

Ken doesn't say a word. He just takes out the little opaque packet of Glitterstim from his pocket and tosses it to Feudjio. Once the Ocsin has had a chance to sample it he says simply 'One hundred doses.'

AD-hoc's head turns to Ken as the droid flatly says "I've never been anyone's favorite before. Are there burdens attached to such a title?"

While the others do a deed that their lawyer had best not know about, Creds positions himself near the entrance to the docking bays, where some burly workers are on break. He leans against a wall and pulls out a datapad. As he pretends to peruse it, placed just in front of his field of vision, he arcs an ear toward the stevedores, listening to see if they spill the beans about anything interesting.

'Don't worry droid, you...they...oh never mind,' whispers Ken. His bulbous eyes enlarge even more when he hears what the Ocsin is willing to pay. That's a significant profit on what they paid for it back on the Iso-one. For a moment he considers bargaining harder but two things occur to him, one is that he doesn't have any other contacts out here and the other is that it would probably be useful to cultivate a supply line out here on the edge of Wild Space, particularly if they pick up anything on their travels they want to get rid of in a hurry without taking it back to Isotech. 'I think we can do business,' is eventually all he says with a tight smile.