Location: Coruscant Jedi Temple, Landing Pad
Equipment: Skinsuit,
Jacket,
Rusty Green Jumpsuit,
Left Bracer,
Plastoid Shingaurds,
Mix and Match Harness,
Left Ear
Weapons: Lossa's Lightsaber,
Concealed Blaster,
Nasty-Stabby
Tools: Fusioncutter
Ship: Skiptown,
The Buzzard, with
V-2 Minimech 'Skid'
Tags:
Valery Noble
Elias Edo
Confirmation of the shipment of Lightsaber materials was not supposed to be a slow process. Opening this crate and that crate to make sure the proper amounts were actually present. Even going so far as to weigh them to satisfy the shipment office that she hadn't made off with even a few ounces of the materials.
Lossa all the while was content to stare quietly.
At the first sign this was going to be longer than a simple drop and go, she'd told them that she was now charging for detention rate. Especially since this was supposed to be the final stop on her delivery leg and they were now holding up her rest period.
They continued on, and she tapped on her wrist computer, taking a video and opening a communication line. It took longer than she wanted to establish a decent connection, but the delivery office in Susevfi finally came onto screen as the Chandra Fan popped up.
"Yes, Ms. Darcuhl?"
"Hey. The shipping officer on Coruscant is checking this cargo by hand and holding me up from going on rest." She sighed, holding the vid-recorder up to show the now surprised clerk that had been captured mid process.
"Checking the weight? Let, me look at the order receipt. Was there tampering with the shipment seals?"
"No. The Seals were intact and haven't been tampered with." The Chandra Fan tapped the desk, looking over the datapad in their hands before swiping a few times and frowning.
The Coruscant clerk had paused, looking between Lossa and the vid-display now.
"Are you trying to get me in trouble?" They asked, attitude present as Lossa shook her head.
"Not at all. If I wanted you in trouble, I'd of asked for a different clerk." She explained, pointing down the way.
"No. I'm making sure my time is properly accounted for being wasted. I just have to figure out if it's detention time, and you set the example for the temple as being incompetent in handling orders, thus making my company charge you more initially. Or if it's layover time and I can come back when you are done and letting everyone besides my company know you're incompetent and untrusting of your delivery drivers."
The smile was sickeningly sweet, the clerk aghast at the treatment as the Chandra Fan spoke up.
"We don't have any kind of cargo inspection, or anything remotely similar listed in the receipt. Especially since the shipping seals are intact. And we will count this as layover time Ms. Darcuhl. Please go get settled and we'll handle this."
A quick thanks as she closed the line, waved her fingers to the clerk. A screen lighting up with an incoming call as she skipped out of the office.
Not wasting further time arguing with the clerk, she remembered Elias was here on Coruscant with Coalition business, and something about a droid. And that had been all the details of the business she had caught before the door had been closed on her snooping.
News had reached her off the missing Master Valery Noble. Between Briana keeping her posted, along with the many lamenting posts on the holonet in private searches or attempts, it had been difficult to not know about her absence.
What had been surprising though was catching the woman and her welcome party coming into the temple as Lossa surprised Elias.
A quick jab with the force as she rounded the corner to play fight while an overly cheery bunch threw her empathic abilities off the charts. Going from extreme annoyance and a hassle filled morning to suddenly overcome with joy and relief leaving an almost sour taste in her mouth.
"Oh that's gonna be a headache in a bit." Came the remark, blinking while licking her teeth.
Trying to regain her mental balance and managing a wave to Val.
It was good to see her back, and the last thing that had come to mind was pulling any variety of prank for the homecoming of the Coruscant figurehead. Instead, leaving the woman to what was bound to be a full day of dealing with every other being that resided at or remotely near the temple.
The Zeltron's attention returning to Elias for the moment.
"Hope your having better luck here at the temple. Shipping clerks decided to be chit-heads this morning."