Tales of the Mandalorians

[Flo]

Busy days for Dha Piruna, Banker of the Mandalorians.

Sweat ran down his face although he got already rid of his spacesuit. "New air con" he wrote down as a notice.

It was still a hard decision to authorize all those expenditures they had. Especially negligible things like that....
So he continued his work with the hope of a sudden onset of winter.
Hell...he even started to hallucinate. After typing all the costs and income into his computer it said that they were in the black. Strangely confused he wanted to press the delete button as it knocked on the door.
"C...come in! Ah, it is you." John Cabot entered the room, carrying a pile of paper. "I have some work for you. Please do it fast, the meeting of the highest will take place in two days and i need this to be finished until then."
"You are giving me orders "Mandalore"? Don't get too cocky in your new position!" "This is not for me. It is for all of the mandalorians. We had bad times but we are getting more and more popular. It is a slow development - not everyone will have noticed it yet, so i want to make it official at the meeting."
"I guess i have no other choice?" "No.", John said with a little smile and left the room whistling his favorite song.

"So...what do we have here. Even more acc..? HUH?" Dha Piruna did not trust his own eyes. All those sheets John had handed him over were outstanding but also paid bounties.

Suddenly the temperature in the room was nice, and the work was easy to do. It looked like the pilots of the mandalorians finally showed their true face and no longer mercy. Here 25 million, there another 7. Two hours later he had finished his work. He stood up and stretched. He turned over to the door, but then suddenly stopped. There was one piece of paper left. It must have been fallen down earlier. He took it, turned it and begun to read. As he had finished reading his face had turned as red as all those red letters on the sheet. "Curse you McCloud! How can a single person spent that much money!? Just wait until i se you again!"
Full of anger he threw the paper on his desk, turned swiftly around left the room and slammed the door behind him. The wind gust blew the sheet into the air, from where it slowly floated right into the paper basket - still with the big "-80.000.000" on its end.

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