Couruscant Space Port;
The Glaucus took a long draft of his cigar, the sweet smelling smoke filling the air around him. Pretending to check the time on his chrono, which was broken, he read his messages through his visor's HUD. It was connected to the Holo-Net, which may or may not have been illegal. Even if it was, the tall male cared not, however it was wise not to garner suspicion. As a Glaucus, he was already under constant scrutiny and surveillance by people. It was as if they had never seen his species before. A chuckle from the reptilian bipedal alien. That's right, many of them hadn't. With a sigh, his mandibles flaring indicating his annoyance.
He was waiting for a package, what the package was had not been disclosed, but he assumed it was a prisoner or some large sum of money as the spaceport dock he was told to use was frequented by wealthy people. He just hoped it wasn't slaves. For some reason, slaving just left a bad taste in his mouth. Regardless, they were late. Flipping through the Holo-news networks on his visor he soon found out why. There was a chase going on, and the culprits here headed for him. With a curse, he turned around quickly, his tattered coat flapping behind him, and faced the YT series freighter he was told to use. It was almost time to go. Walking quickly up the ramp he made his way to the pilot seat, catching his Rodian Co-pilot asleep. "Tch! Rookies..." he muttered.
