And two days later: she's there.

Cipher Nine is waiting, with two wardroids.

"Greetings," she says, using body language to include them all.

The droids don't respond.

"Hi."

"Where to and is there anything in particular I should do or know?"

"Beeadu's private barge. The droids are your bodyguards."

"Noted. Shall we?"

"Oh, I'm not going."

"—oh. Okay." To the droids. "Shall we?"

They make no response, but board the waiting speeder.

"Remember, just stick to the briefing and you'll be fine."

"Will do, thanks."

Oh why does she think something is going to go wrong.

Things often do.

She's not ambushed on the way, at least.

Okay that's relieving at least.

And here's the barge. Gilt trim features heavily in the decor, along with wildly colorful neon lights liberally festooned across all of the everything.

There's a place to park the speeder over on the side.

She parks. Now where's she supposed to meet him?

His Rodian majordomo has come to escort her.

She and her bodyguards are glad to be escorted.

Beeadu is reclining on a dais, eating live eels from a glass bowl next to him. The majordomo leads Rafa up to him and bows obsequiously.

"Illustrious Executive, I humbly present Antin Wellis of Clonics Acquisitions, here to seek your blessing for the transfer of the Orrishid Group."

She bows. "It is a pleasure and an honour to finally make your acquaintance, Illustrious Executive."

The Hutt smacks his lips vigorously and belches. It's quite pungent.

"Yes, it is. Show me again the offer you bring me."

She can project a holo of it.

"Yes, yes, Munificent One," squeaks the Rodian. "You see, it is exactly as was promised."

Beeadu harrumphs.

"Is anything wrong with it, Gracious One?"

"Brrmm. It is as promised." He waves a hand dismissively. "But I will not sign yet."

"Is anything displeasing Your Excellent Eminence?"

Because she's rolling with it.