Nom and Tarila made it back to Coruscant and went straight to their employer. He appeared to be very old and they spoke to him with some respect.
"We did as you ordered, sir," Nom said. The man grinned.
"Good. Your pay has been transferred to your account. That is all."
Nom and Tarila went back to their ship where it was in orbit.
"Now what?" Tarila asked. Nom stared out one of the windows.
"Now we wait for the next job to present itself. I get the feeling we won't have to wait long."