The humans loading the monster into her cargo bay spat next to her, showing just what they thought of her complaining. The monster didn’t seem too hostile, instead just lazily reached out and touched a variety of things on the deck. The apparent leader of the hunters walked up to her with obvious disdain due to her earlier bitching, “Well I hate to break it to you sweetheart, but you are being paid so well for the live delivery. So you will have to feed it, and check on it. The little bastard is rather good at escaping.” The middleaged man smirked and tossed her a stun baton. “Remember, you can’t kill it if you want to be paid.”<br/><br/>Walking off the hunters left the monster in her cargo bay, only to have the silence broken by her R5’s beeping tell her, as usual referring to her as a slut, to get in the ship since they were fueled and ready to go. What catches the corner of her eye though is a dark stiletto of someone in a black cloak ducking behind some crates on the landing bay and disappearing. One of the hunters, a Twi’lek with green skin looked at her then at the crates the dark figured disappeared to and gave a small handsign for good luck.<br/>