I've got the brains, you've got the looks.

[MikDaTv]

The Johnny 5 touched down on one of the now many flatlands that had been converted into landing zones for freighters. He was in a moderate radiation zone so he couldn't stay long.

"I don't recommend prolonged exposure to this level of radiation sir." BB Chuck said as he rolled down the ramp with crate in hands.

Hutch rolled his eyes and put his coat on as he walked down the ramp behind him. "Thanks professor, i knew that. Ok first things first... where in this radioactive wasteland can i find a fruit smoothy?"

[MikDaTv]

Hutch sat in Joe's Strip club with he feet up on a stool. He was in a corner booth sitting next to Joe the clubs owner and BB Chuck who was standing off to the side. The crate was under the table.

Hutch was all smiles as Joe ran a hand scanner over the box. Pulling the scanner away and examining the readouts Joe seemed satisfied with the results. "Ok." he said. "I'll let Omega you delivered the goods. I'd have liked it better if you'd brought it through the back door for a little more secrecy though."

Hutch took his feet off the stool and put them down in front of him so he could lean forward. "The guard you had next to the back door looked mean and i could just tell he smelled bad. Besides, i wouldn't get to see the beautiful staff you have working here."

Joe didn't smile, didn't frown, didn't do anything. The comments rolled off him as he snapped his finger to call two rather large gammoreans over to lift the crate and take it into the back. "I was wondering if i could ask you a favor?" Joe said.

"Shoot" hutch said while staring at one of the girls behind the manager.

Joe reached into his pocket and produced a data chip. "A friend of mine on Coruscant E-mailed this to me a few days ago. It's sensitive information and it needs to get into the right hands."

Hutch accepted the chip and examined it. "Criminal or Political?" He asked.

Joe leaned back and crossed his arms. "A little of both. It needs to go to a contact i have on Mon Calamari. He's a Mon Cal works at a local satellite radio station as a talk show host."

"So... mostly political. Ok, i can do it." Hutch said, slipping the chip into his jacket pocket. "Who is this guy i need to get it too?"

Joe leaned in real close to whisper. "His name is Talltek. You won't be able to get to him at work but you can find him at a sports bar he likes to hang out at to watch the swoop races. It's a very local dive called Fat Stans. It's run by a Sullustian who's also a friend of mine."

Hutch nodded, logging the information mentally. "And how will this guy know you sent me?"

"Just slip him the chip and give him the pass code." Joe said looking left and right to make sure no one was listening in. "So Others May Live."

Hutch nodded once and slapped the table. "ok, sounds easy. what do i get?"

Joe pulled out a file folder and slid it across the table. Hutch opened it up and saw a bunch of pictures. It was a hyperdrive unit. A Calamari shipyards hyperdrive unit, a brand new one right off the shipyard line. Hutch closed the folder and slid it back. "i'm on the job."

[MikDaTv]

"Thanks Stan." Hutch said as he pulled out of the mechanics shop. His swoop bike didn't sound so sickly anymore thanks to Stan the Mechanic. Hutch rode the bike back to the abandoned stretch of blasted plains where the Johnny 5 was parked. BB Chuck was already inside plugged into the ships computer.

The droid was bust downloading the on board manuals and ship schematics because Hutch wanted to teach him how to fly. It occurred to Hutch as he drove the swoop up the cargo ramp that there might be a problem since the Couch that dominated the cockpit would get in the way of BB Chucks rather robust lower body.

"BB, i'm going to take off. You'd better unplug and go to the cargo bay. you probably need a recharge by now." He said as he put the magnetic clamps on his swoop to hold it in place.

BB unplugged himself from the computer and went to the cargo bay. "you are correct sir. Where are we going next?"

"Mon Calamari i guess. I have two jobs to do there." Hutch said.

If the droid could have shuddered, he would have. "All that salt water, i can feel my servos rusting as we speak."

"Oh stop crying you big metal baby. You'll be fine." Hutch said as he passed the droid on his way to the cockpit.