RC 212
HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPO!
Dock at Annaj
Another day another cred. Least that what they said out in the verse.
Today brought the S.S. Liberty right down into a berth on Morgans old Stomping grounds. Annaj.
Clad in a duster and with a Czerka machine pistol at his side, the man stepped down the ramp of the old beat up Washburn. The hydraulics whirred, crusty and old. Finally the ramp hit earth with a thud. Tanya, his sister was there, working the grav sled they had in the center of their cargo hold. A bothan and a Human helped unload the crates from hidey holes, and passed them on down to the sled.
He was here at the behest of the underground, delivering Disruptor Pistols to a few agents they had strategically placed here. From Demonsgate, up the Rimma to Sullust. Then a short hop west along the Sanctuary Pipeline.
Anything but really, He mused.
Risky work, but the money was good.
A custom Officer approached, in a crisp starched black Coat and Cap.
"Name?"
"Garold Tanak."
He raised an eyebrow and consulted the data pad. Two troopers beside him, opened their scanning devices.
"I have no record of you or your Ship expected to land here."
Morgan nodded, adjusted his ballcap and fished around, until he produced a singular chip.
"Here's our manifest. Ship registry is the Lone Star. We're just doing a routine drop off. Food, Medical supplies, that sort O' thing."
Tanya approached, pulling her hair back in a bun.
"Issues?"
"Dunno. Seem's like our friend here want's to starve out the poor Orphanage," Morgan replied, lighting a massive Cigar.
"That's not the case is it?"
Another day another cred. Least that what they said out in the verse.
Today brought the S.S. Liberty right down into a berth on Morgans old Stomping grounds. Annaj.
Clad in a duster and with a Czerka machine pistol at his side, the man stepped down the ramp of the old beat up Washburn. The hydraulics whirred, crusty and old. Finally the ramp hit earth with a thud. Tanya, his sister was there, working the grav sled they had in the center of their cargo hold. A bothan and a Human helped unload the crates from hidey holes, and passed them on down to the sled.
He was here at the behest of the underground, delivering Disruptor Pistols to a few agents they had strategically placed here. From Demonsgate, up the Rimma to Sullust. Then a short hop west along the Sanctuary Pipeline.
Anything but really, He mused.
Risky work, but the money was good.
A custom Officer approached, in a crisp starched black Coat and Cap.
"Name?"
"Garold Tanak."
He raised an eyebrow and consulted the data pad. Two troopers beside him, opened their scanning devices.
"I have no record of you or your Ship expected to land here."
Morgan nodded, adjusted his ballcap and fished around, until he produced a singular chip.
"Here's our manifest. Ship registry is the Lone Star. We're just doing a routine drop off. Food, Medical supplies, that sort O' thing."
Tanya approached, pulling her hair back in a bun.
"Issues?"
"Dunno. Seem's like our friend here want's to starve out the poor Orphanage," Morgan replied, lighting a massive Cigar.
"That's not the case is it?"