RC 212
HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPO!
Location: The Rimma Trade route, between Adarlon and Sullust
Guns. Everyone was buying them these days. Since the expansion of the Galactic Alliance the local law had been cracking down on terrorist cells and gangs alike, leading to a scarcity on the streets. The rimma trade route was ripe for the picking, with tons of jobs in the Underworld, the most lucrative of which was...
Arms dealing.
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Hala woke. The first smells of the rusty interior hit her nose as she grabbed her gunbelt, clipping the leather strap to her waist. With deft movements the brown haired smuggler holstered both pistols and moved towards the door.There was many hours to go and they were runniing low on fuel. Furthermore her cargo on board was of the ultra illegal variety in these parts. Ssi-Ruvi paddle beamers, Disruptor Rifles and a certain box with a certain amount of Yuuzhan Vong organs within it.
Yes she was trading everything she could to make her due.
"Draxel where are we?" She asked, cup of stim caf steaming in her hand as the bridge doors of the CR-90 swooshed open.
"Just a few parsecs from Sullust, seat of the Galactic Alliance."
"Sullust."
She mulled the thought over in her head. The planet was the Capital, the crown Jewel of the Galactic Alliances now spanning empire.
"How much fuel we got left in the tanks."
"Enough for one more jump, and then a few more parsecs of sublight. After that we're on fumes."
She remembered coming here once after a business deal. Something to do with a local bank heist which had turned sour before she had even stepped foot on the planet. But the upside was she knew some of the local Swoop Gang leaders, and they had fuel.
"Hail the Underworld networks, see if we can get a place to land. I'm going to work on calculating how hard the holds are to scan. I don't feel like bringing any attention to us, or dumping this shipment."
"You got a solid price for it?"
"A fortune on Dulyovin. Place is practically still the wild wild west. I hear the GA have had trouble clearing out the Sith resistance, plus all the criminal folk who sprang up to fill the vacuum after they took over."
Draxel nodded, rubbing his scaly green hands together with glee!