Last Westgard Standing
The port of Aphran was quite quiet and almost ghostly as he walked through with some odd crew walking past and ships leaving as fast as they left. Silas was on the border of Empire territory, something of which he'd be stepping foot in soon with the help of an accomplice. Clad in some casual clothes, he made his way to the meeting point to make contact with Sorr, a smuggler the GA had hired specifically to help the padawan get the younglings back. It wasn't going to be an easy task, but with the preparation, Silas had he was sure to get the job done no matter what. And Kortu was going to play a vital role in that.
It was not the first time Silas had done smuggling by any means. Through the dark days, he helped the gang smuggle tonnes of spice into Alliance territory as other tight fisted planets. Even though those days were behind him, he still hadn't lost the unneeded knowledge he gained from doing it for a few years. At least it was going to a good cause this time...
Silas entered the private landing pad area and got his first glance at the ship he was meant to be looking. He wasn't any ship expert, but it looked like it was going to do the job at least. They didn't need anything fancy, just something that didn't have them stand out in the face of the empire. Curiously, he walked to the open ramp and looked inside. Right now he didn't see anyone, but Sorr was surely going to be close
"Hello? Is anyone inside?" the padawan said, leaning up against a piece of metal that came down with the ramp "It's Silas, your crewmate for bastion?"
It was not the first time Silas had done smuggling by any means. Through the dark days, he helped the gang smuggle tonnes of spice into Alliance territory as other tight fisted planets. Even though those days were behind him, he still hadn't lost the unneeded knowledge he gained from doing it for a few years. At least it was going to a good cause this time...
Silas entered the private landing pad area and got his first glance at the ship he was meant to be looking. He wasn't any ship expert, but it looked like it was going to do the job at least. They didn't need anything fancy, just something that didn't have them stand out in the face of the empire. Curiously, he walked to the open ramp and looked inside. Right now he didn't see anyone, but Sorr was surely going to be close
"Hello? Is anyone inside?" the padawan said, leaning up against a piece of metal that came down with the ramp "It's Silas, your crewmate for bastion?"