Davik Tren
The Friendly Fiend

In Orbit of Mustafar
Aboard the Rouge Star
Davik fiddled with the small stylus that accompanied his datapad as the ship's viewscreen displayed the dark, red lighted planet that dominated the system. It was a bleak looking world, yet also chaotic. Something about the planet never seemed right to whoever visited and many did not bother coming within a parsec... Unless they had proper reason to. The spacer did indeed have proper reason to. He had been told to retrieve a rare mineral from the planet. The Hutts saw some value in the item, but of course it was no concern to the ambitious smuggler. This would not be an easy job and he had known before he came. The factory that held the mineral had completely closed down after it's discovery, likely to keep it a secret from their competition. No information escaped the hutts, especially anything that was worth the credits. Davik had been told by his contact on Ryloth that war droids, miners, and auto turrets were to be expected at the facility, and this was the least of his worries as the infiltration would be taking place from the outside where lava flew into the sky regularly and would be quite the trouble if anything were to happen to the shielding of the facility.
Davik smirked and began to think that he was OVERthinking this. He had pulled off worse jobs than this, and with his new "companion" he had little fear of any tin cans or some bantha smelling miners that would want to put a damper on his mood. With one last flip of the stylus Davik stood up from the controls that were set to Autopilot and shouted back into the ship to gain the attention of his accomplice.
"I hope you're ready! Were touching down soon. Head up here, and be fast! We gotta get moving..."
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