Matt the Radar Tech
ꜰɪxɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ʀᴀᴅᴀʀs ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴜꜰꜰ
GEONOSIS
Space; Geonosis System > Mip's Stop; Golbah City.
The Corellian's Luck broke free of hyperspace, the sleek YT-2400 freighter appearing above the rocky planet of Geonosis. The young man at the controls activated several switches on the board in front of him, hands moving with practiced ease. A moment later a communication sounded, the planet's traffic control speaking clearly, requesting identification. A confirmation and data transfer later, permission was given, and the freighter began descending toward Golbah City, the capital. The job so far had been fairly straightforward with very little complication, but the pilot didn't want to count his porgs before they hatched...
I hate porgs... what's up with that screeching?
A handful of minutes later, the Corellian's Luck touched down on landing struts, easing smoothly into gravity as the repulsors disengaged. The post-flight sequences were performed, the rampway was lowered, and from within sauntered a young Corellian. He was dressed in a leather jacket, white shirt, dark pants and boots. Around his waist was a worn belt with various pouches and items, including a low-slung holster on his right thigh. Under one arm he carried a box, about the length of a human forearm, and a hand deep. He offered a lop-sided smirk as he approached the waiting customs officers, holding out a hand in mock surrender.
"Don't shoot, I'm just the delivery guy," The scruffy Corellian said, as he stopped and offered the box. "Contents are some collectibles for a client. Nothing dangerous from previous customs scans."
"Right," The officer said, as his companion checked the box, sensor wand scanning. "Your name?"
"Andan Solo, captain of the Corellian's Luck," He said motioning to the ship behind with a thumb. "Just don't shake it around too much, huh? Valuable items and all."
The search ended with the customs officers being satisfied, before allowing the freighter pilot access to the city beyond. Andan didn't waste time, quickly making his way to the agreed upon meeting establishment - a cantina called Mip's Stop. The planet itself was desolate, but the city seemed developed compared to the rocky terrain elsewhere. While Andan hadn't been to Geonosis before, he couldn't help but see the stark differences between it and Talus, his homeworld. The Corellian immediately missed the cool temperature, mild humidity and roiling grasslands. Still, it was always neat to see another planet, he supposed.
After twenty or so minutes, Andan arrived at the cantina. He stepped through the worn door, feeling a wave of cool air from within. The inside of the establishment was modest, not too dingy but also not too ornate. A middle-class cantina, in effect. The bar had some cheap drinks, some expensive drinks, and even private booths available. Several dozen sentients were spread throughout, in a number of groups, speaking and drinking with companions of varying species. There was a relaxing music in the background. All in all, Andan didn't mind the place. Walking into the cantina, the Corellian made for the bar, nodding to the bartender as he placed the box onto the clean serving surface.
"What'll it be?" The bartender asked, a lanky Devaronian with a wiping towel over one shoulder.
"Corellian whiskey?" Andan asked, eyebrow raised.
"Comin' right up."
A moment later, Andan had the drink in hand, noting the clean glass. He was definitely liking the place. Turning, the Corellian looked toward the front door, as he leaned casually against the bar, waiting for the arrival of his client. From what he knew, Andan would recognize her pretty easily...
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