Prince of Katarr
EMPRESS TETA
ALLIANCE SPACE
There were a lot of things worth a lot of money in the galaxy.
From Spice.
To weapons.
To fuel.
But nothing, nothing really came as valuable, or as dangerous as-
Kyber.
It was the most dangerous smuggling operation. The heat was the most intense that you could possibly get. Drugs, guns, people escaping off-world. Smugglers dream. Easy, manageable, and perfectly doable.
But Kyber?
Kyber was the thing that got you thrown into a cell at the bottom of a pit. If that. The risk was almost not worth the reward for Nej.
Almost.
He had enough Kyber on him, in a secure backpack to power at least- at least, two or three star destroyers. Apparently, it had come out of the fall of the Imperials. The other ones. No, the ones without the Sith. Nej lived by dying Empires and Republics and Orders. When one fell, sure, their ships drifted, but their stuff remained. Kyber was the thing that was usually the first to go. Usually. Somehow, this went from a vault, to a shipyard, to a secure facility, to another vault, to a lab, then into the open market.
And only by happenstance did Nej manage to get put to the task of getting it to the buyer. Of course, however, the buyer wanted to meet on Empress Teta.
Classic.
While not as Coruscant-y as Coruscant, Empress Teta was a megacity in it's own right, and had just as many problems, if not more. Nej may have grown up, operated in these kinds of places for the better part of... a while. But rarely did he want to be out of this kind of cash. The money on the table was not measured in digits, but commas. His split, at least. The heat was worth that. But the paranoia was getting to him. His backpack was a hardcase, protected by scanners with the same technology used by a no-show. So that meant no energy signatures, no nosy Alliance Law Enforcement types, local guard, what have you. Nothing short of opening what he had in his backpack would net anyone the prize.
He was moving among the large crowd, headed towards an elevator that would take him to the lower levels of Empress Teta. Not the underbelly, no, that wasn't... good. Business was done on sublevels, and even sometimes, upper levels. The type of crime there wasn't worth a lot of eyes. Underbellies had murders, theft, robberies, that sort of thing. The police and intelligence types down there were more focused and refined, more aware of people like Nej.
So Nej liked to go where they chased animals out of trees and escorted people out of restaraunts after causing a scene.
That was the type of place to make a hand-off deal. A big city, big spaceport, lots of wiggle room, lots of places to go and hide after it was done. And, being that it was a mega city with ships leaving every minute to every corner of the galaxy... easy to get away right under the Alliance's nose.
At least. That was the idea.
Nej leaned against the elevator, watching the setting sun go down on the busy planet, becoming more and more aware of the uneasy feeling that something was going to cause this rather smooth transcation to not be as smooth as he would like...