B E A C O N
900 ABY
UNDISCLOSED PRIVATE SPACEPORT
DUSK
It was a simple job: purchase an antique on the client's behalf and then meet to exchange the artifact for the service's fee. Most, if not all, of the jobs that involved Amara personally smuggling objects from planet to planet were more or less the same sort as this. The auction had been rather exclusive, something of a rarity even within tighter circles of the black markets that were ran within the inner rim, and it was a small wonder that something like it had sprung up on the Alliance world of Denon - but then, she supposed, it was probably exactly what the rich socialites and their ilk would get up to seeing as they had more credits than sense and not much else to spend it on. Getting into Sith space was much easier than getting out of Alliance space, much less Denon's own air space, but minor complications and a few bribes here and there aside - nothing that stretched very far into the budget that she'd set aside for the job with her coming payment in mind - it had been as easy as she could've wished for.
The small transport shuttle, operated by a droid pilot so that she wouldn't need to be concerned about taking too much time traveling to Ertrax for the agreed upon meeting, was already beginning to set down onto the tarmac in the secluded spaceport. The meeting place in question was little more than a tiny facility that was being loaned out for her use through some connections she had within the Black Sun syndicate, but it was private and would ensure that whatever customs the Sith did have would not catch neither her nor the client in the act. Much of their correspondence had been digital, with a few intermediary messages passed along the way, so Amara hadn't quite known what to expect of whoever it was that should be waiting outside on the landing stretch. What she did know, however, was that it would be the buyer.
The hatch opened and the landing ramp descended without much fanfare, some degree of fog intermingling with the low light from the arrival of nightfall acted to slightly obscure even her own Anzat vision, but she could make out the rough features of Alina Tremiru waiting several meters away from the edge of the ramp. Stepping out into the open air, box containing the prize her client was after tucked under her right arm, Amara waved her free hand to signal the all-clear to the droid - safety measures that were usually set up for situations like this, where a patrol might've arrived ahead of a client, were promptly disabled. "Sorry we couldn't have arranged for a more pleasant arrival time, I wasn't aware of the change in weather until we were already in the system." She said, fully stepping into view as she took a couple strides onto the tarmac. "Not sure what the value of this thing actually is, appraisals aren't really my thing, but it's here and in one single piece." Amara rambled on with a tiny hint of a smile before glancing down at the box tucked under her arm.
"Alina, was it?"