Daroli Spesto
Character
More often than not, history is filled with stories of great warriors or great ships and sites of battles where heroes are immortalized with the greatest names of history. There are very few times where people consider what happens behind the scenes, or what happens immediately after countless of mortal lives fall asleep into oblivion. There is a tolerance, an unspoken understanding, that there is no point ruling a galaxy if there is no one alive to rule. A planet filled with plentiful resources yet is filled with the dead and dying is counter productive.
This is where individuals like Daroli Spesto are, again, tolerated. Miners need food and blankets as much as they need tools and machinery. The same fabrics that are needed in the Core Worlds are just as needed in the Outer Rim. Even though the real money in freighter operations is in weapons and munitions, there is just as much comfort in doing "clean" runs. That being said, he is armed in case he has to defend himself from those trying to steal his hard earned vocation. Daroli was used to working with the system, and "persuading" those more energetic individuals who wanted to skim the top off of his payment from doing so. It happened a few times, but there's a reason why he has near perfect defensive lightsaber techniques.
In this case, he was headed to Sy Myrth, part of the Salin Corridor and the Tirellus Trade Route. It was very much easier to stick to the fairly populated trade routes than to venture out into the more sketchy routes.
Gripping the controls gently, he used the Force to help him glide through the busy approaches, avoiding reckless pilots, and making landings with gentle precision. It was the later evening, and there was a lot of cargo to be let off. 100 tons of small hardware, 50 tons of sheet metal, 40 tons of hand tools, 90 tons of engine parts, 120 tons of engines, 80 tons of conduits and associated wiring, and 5 tons of electrical testing equipment. 485 tons of product for a customer paying a sufficient amount of credits. It was a warm comforting feeling to arrive at the customer and start unloading their stuff.
It wasn't like he was unloading everything. There were droids and other units that would take everything off of his ship. Getting everything off wouldn't take that long, so Daroli just waited to the side at the mouth of the wide cargo ramp and waited. However, he was not alone. A Zabrak named Dar'ne, the warehouse manager, was monitoring everything.
"Did you have a safe flight?"
A few blinks on Daroli's face matched the number of times he ran into trouble.
"I had a few inspectors crossing through their systems. Nothing too invasive obviously."
Dar'ne nodded as the conflicts have been very interesting. Trying to stay out of the crossfire has been a full time job for Daroli, in his spare time it's his hobby. With the final piece unloaded, the paperwork was signed and the credits were exchanged. Job well done. With an empty cargo bay and a rising cargo ramp, Daroli entered the cockpit and got off the ramp. There was another shipment incoming, and the Night Vale V had to get out of the way. In all technical reality, Daroli was unemployed until he got a new shipment. There was one, but it wasn't loading until the following morning and the loading ramps already had ships in them.
Therefore, he did what anyone would do in his situation: find a place to spend the night. There was no going out to get a bite to eat or spending the night with someone. Daroli's life was one shipment after another, one day at a time. And so, he landed at a "respectfully safe" spot nearby. He had been there before so it was no source of major concern. Landing for the final time that day, he finally relaxed. Shutting down the engines mimicked his own body, feeling his body wanting to sink into the seat and sleep right there. However, that was not in the nightly itinerary.
Getting up, Daroli grabbed his lightsaber and made his way to his quarters. He hung his robe, and he changed out of what he was wearing, changing into a more relaxing nightly wear. He placed his lightsaber next to him, just in case, and his eyes drifted off to sleep. Another day, another shipment.
This is where individuals like Daroli Spesto are, again, tolerated. Miners need food and blankets as much as they need tools and machinery. The same fabrics that are needed in the Core Worlds are just as needed in the Outer Rim. Even though the real money in freighter operations is in weapons and munitions, there is just as much comfort in doing "clean" runs. That being said, he is armed in case he has to defend himself from those trying to steal his hard earned vocation. Daroli was used to working with the system, and "persuading" those more energetic individuals who wanted to skim the top off of his payment from doing so. It happened a few times, but there's a reason why he has near perfect defensive lightsaber techniques.
In this case, he was headed to Sy Myrth, part of the Salin Corridor and the Tirellus Trade Route. It was very much easier to stick to the fairly populated trade routes than to venture out into the more sketchy routes.
Gripping the controls gently, he used the Force to help him glide through the busy approaches, avoiding reckless pilots, and making landings with gentle precision. It was the later evening, and there was a lot of cargo to be let off. 100 tons of small hardware, 50 tons of sheet metal, 40 tons of hand tools, 90 tons of engine parts, 120 tons of engines, 80 tons of conduits and associated wiring, and 5 tons of electrical testing equipment. 485 tons of product for a customer paying a sufficient amount of credits. It was a warm comforting feeling to arrive at the customer and start unloading their stuff.
It wasn't like he was unloading everything. There were droids and other units that would take everything off of his ship. Getting everything off wouldn't take that long, so Daroli just waited to the side at the mouth of the wide cargo ramp and waited. However, he was not alone. A Zabrak named Dar'ne, the warehouse manager, was monitoring everything.
"Did you have a safe flight?"
A few blinks on Daroli's face matched the number of times he ran into trouble.
"I had a few inspectors crossing through their systems. Nothing too invasive obviously."
Dar'ne nodded as the conflicts have been very interesting. Trying to stay out of the crossfire has been a full time job for Daroli, in his spare time it's his hobby. With the final piece unloaded, the paperwork was signed and the credits were exchanged. Job well done. With an empty cargo bay and a rising cargo ramp, Daroli entered the cockpit and got off the ramp. There was another shipment incoming, and the Night Vale V had to get out of the way. In all technical reality, Daroli was unemployed until he got a new shipment. There was one, but it wasn't loading until the following morning and the loading ramps already had ships in them.
Therefore, he did what anyone would do in his situation: find a place to spend the night. There was no going out to get a bite to eat or spending the night with someone. Daroli's life was one shipment after another, one day at a time. And so, he landed at a "respectfully safe" spot nearby. He had been there before so it was no source of major concern. Landing for the final time that day, he finally relaxed. Shutting down the engines mimicked his own body, feeling his body wanting to sink into the seat and sleep right there. However, that was not in the nightly itinerary.
Getting up, Daroli grabbed his lightsaber and made his way to his quarters. He hung his robe, and he changed out of what he was wearing, changing into a more relaxing nightly wear. He placed his lightsaber next to him, just in case, and his eyes drifted off to sleep. Another day, another shipment.