[member="Elise Ike"] [member="Milo Corr"] [member="Charlie Nooran"][member="Cao Cao"] [member="Jyoti Nooran"]
The lower deck of the Magestic Wanderer was dimly lit and poorly heated. As Saria walked through the barely lit passage, her breath came in white puffs, but she wasn't cold, even in her bantha leather jacket, matching crop top, and skin-tight flight pants. The exercise of pulling her magnetic clamps into place was more than enough to warm her, and put a sweat on the Twe'lik's brow. It was tempting to turn the heating on, but Saria was a professional on a mission; she didn't have the funds to waste on a little extra warmth.
Saria was on her way to Jakku, a planet that she had never visited yet and had no desire to do so. It was hot, junky, pointless, and filled with the poor. If she was interested in getting into more filth, she would go and find somewhere else that was more fun. But this was a job. On the books, she was here to grab some discount, junk weapons and dump them on the market. Her job off the books, was to grab and curie some intel from her mysterious contact she knew only as "Mister X." How the hell would she know? According to what she heard, "Mister X will know you." How wonderful.
She sighed, stepping on the YV-666's turbo lift and riding up to the much warmer upper deck. The durasteel door opened, and the frustrated Saria strolled out onto her command deck. Her flight boots clacked on the flooring, announcing her presence until she halted. A soft snoring came from one of the passenger rooms. Saria gave a loud cough and the snoring stopped suddenly, followed by a loud clatter. A Trandoshan form quickly stumbled out of the room, looking slightly bleery-eyed.
"Hey, Diggs, vigilant as ever, eh?" Saria asked with smirk.
"I was just preparing my weapons for the next attack," the Trandoshan said with no small amount of irritability.
"Uh-uh, sure. Well, go right ahead and prepare us out of Hyper space, we should be coming in on Jakku soon."
"I was, uh, just, uh, about to do that," the reptile said before turning and moving down the way corridor to the cockpit.
Saria smirked. Diggs' real name was Digzissokr, but that was too rough for her to say in pretty much any context, so Diggs was his name, like it or not. He was easily 25 years his senior, and for his species was approaching venerable. She had saved his life in a shoot out when he was on the throws of death by patching up a blaster shot to his chest and getting him out of that hot zone. He had sworn a life debt to her, and was following the Twe'lik around ever since. The Mystic Wanderer's hull stopped shuttering as it reverted to real space. He was handy, despite his age.
After the Wanderer settled on Jakku's surface, Diggs came out of the cockpit wielding a massive blaster rifle, "Let's go."
"Nope," Saria objected buckling her gunbelt around her waist, "This is a job for me. Subtly and persuasion over power driving, ok?"
Diggs grumbled something in his native language setting his rifle down.
"I need you to guard the ship, around here you never know who will try to steal the plating off our ship," Saria reminded him as she ambled towards the turbo lift.
"Your just saying that to make me feel better."
She shrugged, "It worked didn't it?"
The lift brought her down to the blazing surface of this garbage heap of a planet. Saria blinked the sand and heat out of her eyes as she looped her fingers through her belt. Time to find a stranger on a planet full of strangers. No problem, right?
