This is the 1st thing I've written since school

Conflicting Loyalties - Part 1 a KS - Infinity production;

*commlink crackles*
Jibbys! Jibbys! Damn you man, answer the damn comm, I know your there, you were
seen not 5 mins ago leaving Dath Science'

Lazily reaching for his helm com switch Jibbys sighs resignedly;
'Theres a reason I dont answer comms from you Bruce, you should have realised
that by now, I've done my stint as Jabbas Lackey and now I want no more of it.
We've got nothing to talk about'
'Is that so? Right then, I'll just leave you in peace and get on with passing on
your Imperial Navy record to your new fiends in the Rebellion..'
'Yeah yeah, A) your bluffing, you would never compromise your security, and B) They are well aware of my service record anyway, get lost Bruce, and tell that fat, sweaty slug you call master to jump in the Sarrlacc pit'
'Right, your right, you would have told them everything, even about that
Corvette you hijacked in Kasshyk space...'
'How the hell do you know about..?!?!'
'Calm down my friend, the story need never go any further.. in fact, its because of
your 'expertise', shall we say, that we are having this conversation' McBain
purred contemptuosly.
'All we're asking for is a slight detour from todays journey and then an even
shorter shuttle ride to your final destination, no problem for a man of your
'talents''
'you bastard'
'I'll take that as a yes shall I?' Mcbain chuckled 'downloading details to your
datapad now, meet me at the palace when you have finished the job'

Airbrakes whining as he kicked his swoop to a standstill Jibbys reached down and
opened his datapad, the data from McBain was already there;
'Lets see what the bastard wants this time' he swore 'that idiot makes my Lekku
itch'
He scoured the contents of the info pack, swore once more and, unlimbering his
battered plasma thrower, took out his frustration on a nearby pack of grazing
Brackaset.
'Bloody Nightsister Slave camp, he must be nuts, I'll stand out like a Durni at
a Rancor impersonating contest'
As the last Brackaset fell to the floor in a cloud of smoke and roasting meat, he
called up the planetary map, set the swoops nav comp and remounted.
'One day I'll be free of that Hutt bastard, even if I have to kill him to do it'

20 minutes later saw Jibbys standing on a peak near the entrance to the slave
camp, scanning the area through his rifle scope.
'This is crazy' he thought to himself 'I'm never gonna get within 200m of the
entry, let alone inside the cave complex, and if this info from McBain is
correct I'm looking for a battered drum on the second level'
'I'm gonna die.. but then again, thats exactly what they want isn't it.. its a
win win situation for them'
'You know talking to yourself is crazy?'
'Yeah, I know, but who else understands me?'

'Time for some commando tactics, I'll nuke that group of Nightsisters and thier
camp, run away like an Ewok and then try to sneak back around to the cave in the
confusion'......

-- Edited by Jibblett at 11:17, 2006-06-09