Daroli Spesto
Character
It was once said that one will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy than what slithers through the decrepit pit called Mos Eisley on Tatooine. The same is true for those whose vocation is that of a freighter captain. There are places where the only reason why they are allowed to exist is because they have products that, for reasons only known to the Force, other people are willing to pay top dollar for them.
The place? Bovo Yagen in the High Republic.
The cargo? 497 tons of foodstuffs.
The place? Asylum in the Unknown Regions.
The pay? Good enough.
The price? Well…
Asylum has a reputation, both good and bad. It has a history of being, well, an asylum. It was a refuge for refugees one moment, and a refuge or people who wanted to hang low, be unseen, disappear for a while, blend in with like minded people. A lot of freight goes in, but next to nothing goes out. Every freighter knows this, and that is but one reason why transporter life sucks. However, it is not the location that makes people frown. It is the cargo. Yes, it is food stuffs.
Live, food stuffs.
Live, noisy, dirty, smelly, spitting, wet, muck spreading food stuffs.
Or as the customer said, "We want our products fresh; not frozen, vacuum sealed, or frozen in carbonite. Fresh."
No Sith Lord who ever showed their disgraceful face in the galaxy could be more convincing to fall to the dark side than to be the captain of the most odorous bag of odorous excrement ever assembled in the history of……yes.
Regardless, Daroli was a professional, and he managed to land at the docking ring of Asylum without killing any of them. With a breathable atmosphere, he did a gentle airing out of the ship by opening the vents. He did this so most of the smell would be sucked out. As he landed, he was never happier, and more furious, to see the customer waiting for him. While not spoken in such words, the meaning was crystal clear.
"Shut up! Door’s open! Get your stuff off my ship and pay me my money!”
Again, his presence was not needed, and he walked a short distance away from the ship doing his best to calm down and remember that his part is done. The thought of being stuck was actually a silver lining. Cleaning a cargo bay was a great exercise not known to many Jedi. If one can handle the smell and not fall to the dark side, they're worthy of being Jedi.
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The place? Bovo Yagen in the High Republic.
The cargo? 497 tons of foodstuffs.
The place? Asylum in the Unknown Regions.
The pay? Good enough.
The price? Well…
Asylum has a reputation, both good and bad. It has a history of being, well, an asylum. It was a refuge for refugees one moment, and a refuge or people who wanted to hang low, be unseen, disappear for a while, blend in with like minded people. A lot of freight goes in, but next to nothing goes out. Every freighter knows this, and that is but one reason why transporter life sucks. However, it is not the location that makes people frown. It is the cargo. Yes, it is food stuffs.
Live, food stuffs.
Live, noisy, dirty, smelly, spitting, wet, muck spreading food stuffs.
Or as the customer said, "We want our products fresh; not frozen, vacuum sealed, or frozen in carbonite. Fresh."
No Sith Lord who ever showed their disgraceful face in the galaxy could be more convincing to fall to the dark side than to be the captain of the most odorous bag of odorous excrement ever assembled in the history of……yes.
Regardless, Daroli was a professional, and he managed to land at the docking ring of Asylum without killing any of them. With a breathable atmosphere, he did a gentle airing out of the ship by opening the vents. He did this so most of the smell would be sucked out. As he landed, he was never happier, and more furious, to see the customer waiting for him. While not spoken in such words, the meaning was crystal clear.
"Shut up! Door’s open! Get your stuff off my ship and pay me my money!”
Again, his presence was not needed, and he walked a short distance away from the ship doing his best to calm down and remember that his part is done. The thought of being stuck was actually a silver lining. Cleaning a cargo bay was a great exercise not known to many Jedi. If one can handle the smell and not fall to the dark side, they're worthy of being Jedi.

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