THE DRAMA
Equipment: Skinsuit, Rusty Green Jumpsuit, Jacket, Left Bracer, Plastoid Shingaurds, Mix and Match Harness
Weapons: Lossa's Lightsaber, Concealed Blaster, Nasty-Stabby
Tools: Fusioncutter
Ship: Skiptown with 'Skid'
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Rik Perris
Her trip through customs had been a quick one this time around.
Slowly becoming a familiar face from the Rimward Trade League as a merchant for hire across the myriad of spaceports that dotted the galaxy. Whether it was raw materials, refined goods, or transporting passengers, she seldom turned down a contract to make connections.
This job just had a less than legal prompt behind it.
The merchant that had begged her to make the run seeming more than eager to abandon the task. Which should have been the first sign of trouble if she hadn't been interested in getting her speeder out of the impound lot. It had been deemed insufficient punishment to simply assign her community service and restrictions on her flight clearances.
None of that situation pleasing her as she teased the idea of asking to take it from the impound lot for her out of system trip.
The idea quickly fading as she watched the cargo get loaded into the container beneath the Skiptown. A few things that didn't appear on the official ledger finding their places in the smuggling compartments in the main body of the ship. Various cargo dropped at different planet's and ports for different uses. Even picking up a few to replace the empty space in the hold as she finally arrived in her original planned destination.
And on schedule no less.
Well. Operating in a time frame made it less about being on time and more about proper time management. She could have slowed her speed down by a quarter for the whole flight with stops included and still made the window for delivery. Anxiety demanded she make a good impression however and that she arrive with plenty of time to spare.
The meeting location a bar that was likely the recipients stomping grounds of some variety.
Either a place of security or somewhere they had some kind of advantage. It was hard telling without having any idea before arriving what it could be. And only now was she wondering why the first merchant had backed out as she was handed the approved ledger for her cargo to sign.
Another port authority and associated inspection passed.
Handing the ledger back she descended the cargo ramp of her ship toward the address of the exchange. Or at least where the details would get worked out. The outside painted a better picture of why the well dressed merchant had been eager to get rid of the route.
Between the drunks and hooligans hanging around, it looked to her like a typical far flung bar.
One that those with delicate sensibilities would never deign to enter as she waved to the two beings that raised their mugs to her. A tired frown accompanying the wave as she slipped inside to spy the well worn and worked in bar area.
A large central space that had several smaller private sitting areas with doors. A few even being closed as she headed for the bar. She didn't need to have the senses of a jedi to realize how many interested parties were watching her.
The Concealed blaster just inside a large hip pocket with a flase seam while the lightsaber was tucked inside the seam of her Jumpsuit zipper. Seeming unarmed for the moment with a muttered curse to herself.
"Just a couple jobs like this. Takes half the credit value off the lean, easy peasy. Dipchit." She scolded herself with a small nod to the barman.
