K'sara
Balanced
[member="Laura Haruno"]
"I need to get this delivered to the Exchange. The last time I didn't bring the package on time, I became a target." K'sara said, and glanced back at the secondary position in her homemade ARC-170 Starfighter. There was a package that was full of Arkanian blasters, and upgrades that would be considered contraband. She smiled, dropping out of hyperspace. The coordinates inputted into the navigational computer were Nar Shadaa. "I hate this backwater planet in all its weird, smelly, disgusting glory. If this place was anything, it was a galactic armpit." The thought of Nar Shadaa left a grimace on her face as she went into orbit and cleared to dock.
A Toydarian greeted her as she personally disabled the ignition gauge, and popped open the canopy. "I know, I know. 500 credits. With as much of a regular as I am Darshyk you could always give me a discount." She paid the Toydarian and grabbed her parcel. She motioned for her astromech droid to follow. No one would be able to steal the fighter. It was shut down and frozen and only her force signature could turn it on. It wasn't going anywhere.
That being the case, she walked to where the slums were, that was where the oppressed always stayed. It was basically a living trash heap. As always, it stunk to high heavens. Someone needed to do a clean up, she thought. Exterminate a few of these... Unworthy wretched. Time will tell, however, time will tell
"I need to get this delivered to the Exchange. The last time I didn't bring the package on time, I became a target." K'sara said, and glanced back at the secondary position in her homemade ARC-170 Starfighter. There was a package that was full of Arkanian blasters, and upgrades that would be considered contraband. She smiled, dropping out of hyperspace. The coordinates inputted into the navigational computer were Nar Shadaa. "I hate this backwater planet in all its weird, smelly, disgusting glory. If this place was anything, it was a galactic armpit." The thought of Nar Shadaa left a grimace on her face as she went into orbit and cleared to dock.
A Toydarian greeted her as she personally disabled the ignition gauge, and popped open the canopy. "I know, I know. 500 credits. With as much of a regular as I am Darshyk you could always give me a discount." She paid the Toydarian and grabbed her parcel. She motioned for her astromech droid to follow. No one would be able to steal the fighter. It was shut down and frozen and only her force signature could turn it on. It wasn't going anywhere.
That being the case, she walked to where the slums were, that was where the oppressed always stayed. It was basically a living trash heap. As always, it stunk to high heavens. Someone needed to do a clean up, she thought. Exterminate a few of these... Unworthy wretched. Time will tell, however, time will tell