Niyla has certainly had a long, restless week. It was just that time of the year. A few days ago she received a message from Justice shipping fleet, as in the [member="James Justice"] . The message came from an unknown caller, though despite being incredibly busy she wasn't the type to turn down a deal, especially when it comes from a friend. It was about 3 days ago when Niyla was contacted. She was interested to say the least, the request was vague as they always seem to be. She had been working on relations with the cartel so it took her a considerable amount of time to get back with this particular contact. As she did she was a little bit taken back by what the contact had in mind, business was business though. Niyla didn't ask too many questions and promised to be there by the end of the week. And she would be, because she is there now.
The smuggler entered the planet where the bar was said to be. It was ironic, Niyla was never a bug fan of bars and cantinas, yet she seems to herself in them quite a lot. Huh.
As she entered the port she pulled back the auto thrusters for a perfect manual landing. She left the CS Alura on Dantoowine so she was flying her smaller y class. As she was settled onto the ground she cut off the transmission thrusters and powered down. Hopping out of the ship and walking into the bar. Here we go... she thought, chuckling to herself as she gripped her scabbard to make sure her staff was with her. He hissed out of aggravation, he hated being locked up like this but honestly it was this or she would be the target of every scum in this port looking to make credits off of a amphistaff. She entered the bar and sat down, looking for the contact.
[member="Rose Blade"]