Baltaar smiles generously, "They have always paid well in the past, that I am sure of," he smiles mischeiviously, "Of course if I knew who they were, I could then bypass the network entirely, and pocket the entire commission for myself, or us as it were ."

"You? Us? At this point what difference would that make," the out-fitter remarks.

Baltaar sighs, "But alas, if I were to know such things for certain, it could result in very dire consequences, for me."

The out-fitter grits his jaw, "Can we be sure of these 'customers'?"

Baltaar narrows his left eye as he considers, "There are contacts on the trading networks that have customers."

The out-fitter sets his feet, "Aye Commander," he replies, 'And so where should I move the 'merchandise'? I can't be sitting on a cargo-load of hot tylium for too more many furlongs."

"Many Gratitudes," Baltaar shifts mood seamlessy, "You are a most valuble employee."

Reflexively, the out-fitter juts his jaw and sets his head, "All Right Commander, you'll have your cargo," the out-fitter sneers, "I'll pool everybody and work double-and-a half. But you'll get your cargo."

The out-fitter narrows his eyes, "I am under-manned now, the processing is labor intense."

Baltaar seems to shrug, "I should have placed my hire on mercenaries, my money might have been better spent."

"Perusal? Douse Perusal," Baltaar counters with a sly grin, "I mean enough for a shipment," Baltaar open his hand generously, "A small shipment; any shipment will do."

"Stabalized, Transport;" Baltaar makes a fist in front of himself as a new idea comes on, "Tell me this; How much tyliu can you produce in the stabilized form?"

"Stabalized Tylium?" the out-fitter conjectures, "Commander, if we work directly on it, we can produce a sample large enough for your perusal."

Baltaar replies, "The Universe abounds in difficutly."

"Well this wasn't funny," the out-fitter reiterates, "That tylium was so pure that it wanted to volatize just bringing it up."

"If you'd realized that, I might not have a crew waylaid by side-flash," Baltaar says.

"Commander, this stuff was so pure, it was nearly crystalline," the out-fitter paces, "The Astral-Chemist found a way to liquefy it before we brought it out."

"How resourceful," Baltaar smiles thinly.

The out-fitter shrugs,"Once on the surface, from there, we ran the right processes on it to stabilize it for transport."