Rodia, an odd place for a job meeting but at the same time not the least likely place for a smuggler to be hired. Zanya had brought Osaa along for this as the entire deal seemed a tad shifty for her liking. It wasn't that she hadn't dealt with these sorts of deals before, but now that she had a Jedi as part of her crew she wanted any and all benefits possible should things go sour.
An anonymous call had been sent to the Obsidian, asking help from Albrion Systems Authority. Zanya had dealt with them a few times, usually helping with weapons parts or the like for the slow expansion over the territories. It seemed odd though that they were so vague this time around. But when the money they offered was a little more than what she was usually paid, and with the previous earnings already starting to run dry, it was hard to say no.
She made the agreement to meet at a little cantina at the nearest space port where she and Osaa waited. She wore her Death Watch Mandalorian armor while keeping her helmet on the table while a few drinks had been served to them. It had been ten minutes since they arrived and more and more Zanya was feeling a little exposed. The only two humans around nothing but Rodians made things a little unsettling in her stomach.
After checking the clock for the fifth time she said "Sheesh. Really hope this isn't some lame set up." She looked to Osaa and said "You've got Jedi powers, right? Can't you, I don't know, predict what's going to happen next? Like when whoever were supposed to meet is supposed to show up?
[member="Oka Osaa"] [member="Enigma"]
An anonymous call had been sent to the Obsidian, asking help from Albrion Systems Authority. Zanya had dealt with them a few times, usually helping with weapons parts or the like for the slow expansion over the territories. It seemed odd though that they were so vague this time around. But when the money they offered was a little more than what she was usually paid, and with the previous earnings already starting to run dry, it was hard to say no.
She made the agreement to meet at a little cantina at the nearest space port where she and Osaa waited. She wore her Death Watch Mandalorian armor while keeping her helmet on the table while a few drinks had been served to them. It had been ten minutes since they arrived and more and more Zanya was feeling a little exposed. The only two humans around nothing but Rodians made things a little unsettling in her stomach.
After checking the clock for the fifth time she said "Sheesh. Really hope this isn't some lame set up." She looked to Osaa and said "You've got Jedi powers, right? Can't you, I don't know, predict what's going to happen next? Like when whoever were supposed to meet is supposed to show up?
[member="Oka Osaa"] [member="Enigma"]