A trip to destiny!

[Sezathi]

[member="Audren Sykes"]

The GA-aligned planet of Elrood was a fairly populated planet, with eight billion sentient people living on it's surface. Elrooden was one of its busiest cities, being the capital of the entire planet and all. Skyscrapers that were quite tall for not being a Core World littered the innermost parts of the city, with both air and ground traffic crisscrossing in between and above the towers. The occasional aerial patrol could be seen high in the sky, taking the form of a few Alliance fighters.

Touching down on a pad sticking out from a tower in the Inner City, an airborne taxi could be seen opening a rear passenger seat for robed a Sephi. The Force-Sensitive Chiss woman driving the vehicle would give him a bright, welcoming smile, as well as a greeting in Minnisiat, one of two Chiss dialects.

"Xêutemiêe, sir! Where can I take you, today?"

 

[Audren Sykes]

Elrood was one of the business capitals of the area. It was located between the Halbara and Kidron systems on the Elrood-Derilyn Run, and as such had made quite a bit of profit. It also fell into the Galactic Alliance's territory, so he thought it might be worth a look to set up a Ceredir sales presence here. Except the more he looked, the clearer it became that it wouldn't be a good fit. More akin to forcing a square into a circle slot like children did. The problem was the regulations. Armor and ranged weapons were prohibited, they even went so far as to require leashes on all non-sentient creatures...otherwise they couldn't leave the ship. Lightsabers were allowed though, and the officials hadn't needed to know his robes were armored.

In other words, tricky devices and eventually armor wouldn't do so well here.

It hadn't been a total waste of a trip, he'd been able to meet with some people from Radell Mining Corporation, or RMC. They were the biggest players in the sector company-wise, and they had lots of different metals available. No phrik or cortosis, or at least they didn't mention the two, but when he needed raw material he had a place he could buy from. So it was just his pocketbook that had taken the hit. Given the regulations, he hadn't even been able to land on-planet, instead having to dock in orbit and take a hopper to the local spaceport. Now he was on his way back, and it was simpler to take a taxi.

"Xêutemiêe, sir! Where can I take you, today?"

The greeting wasn't one he recognized. At least he hoped it was a greeting and not a local curse or threat, those would probably not be the best way to conclude his journey.

"Spaceport, please."