Kɪꜰꜰᴀʀ Fᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴏꜰ Pᴀʟᴀᴡᴀ
Yul uncrossed her arms and rotated her left shoulder, feeling the slight pull in her upper back where her tunic had caught on a loader droid's frame earlier. She didn't look back at the stack of customs troopers hidden behind the cargo containers. They weren't going anywhere, and the guy under the blanket in the tower would have a headache for two days, but he'd live.
Her eyes tracked a mechanic walking across the landing grid twenty yards away. The man carried a hydrospanner in his right hand, walking rather unevenly which suggested he had sprained his ankle about two days ago and was immediately categorized as not a threat in her mind, letting him continue his mind-numbing work in peace without turning her head.
The bulky loader droids continued to work behind her, their joints making an irritating clank as the hydraulics moved up and down inside their chasis. They were responsible for stacking the crates of deluge, a well known illegal substance in the transport's cargo hold for delivery outside the system. It was work she found demeaning but Viceroy
Lodd Grimmin
advanced payment was already secured in her pouch.
Credits were credits after all, especially when it funded her search for Bunduki records. She shifted her weight to her forefeet, her eyes moving toward the north entrance of the hangar. The ambient noise of the hangar hadn't changed, but the subtle shift in the air draft suggested someone
Briana Sal-Soren
was approaching the side door.
Yul didn't reach for a weapon. She simply let her arms drop to her sides, fingers relaxed, watching the entryway at chest height. If it was another team of clones or a supervisor checking on the missing squad, she'd handle it before they could reach their holsters. If it was someone else, they had about five seconds to state their business before she cleared her space.
Her eyes tracked a mechanic walking across the landing grid twenty yards away. The man carried a hydrospanner in his right hand, walking rather unevenly which suggested he had sprained his ankle about two days ago and was immediately categorized as not a threat in her mind, letting him continue his mind-numbing work in peace without turning her head.
The bulky loader droids continued to work behind her, their joints making an irritating clank as the hydraulics moved up and down inside their chasis. They were responsible for stacking the crates of deluge, a well known illegal substance in the transport's cargo hold for delivery outside the system. It was work she found demeaning but Viceroy
Lodd Grimmin
advanced payment was already secured in her pouch.Credits were credits after all, especially when it funded her search for Bunduki records. She shifted her weight to her forefeet, her eyes moving toward the north entrance of the hangar. The ambient noise of the hangar hadn't changed, but the subtle shift in the air draft suggested someone
Briana Sal-Soren
was approaching the side door.Yul didn't reach for a weapon. She simply let her arms drop to her sides, fingers relaxed, watching the entryway at chest height. If it was another team of clones or a supervisor checking on the missing squad, she'd handle it before they could reach their holsters. If it was someone else, they had about five seconds to state their business before she cleared her space.
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