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Lon walked through the streets of Nar Shadaa. The smells of alcahol and smoke filled the durasteel roads of the moon orbiting Nal Hutta. The past few weeks of Lons life where riddled with smuggling jobs, and he finally had the amount of money that he needed. It all started a few weeks past when Lon realized the money he could pull in, just by owning a bigger ship and a crew, the ship had been takin care of, Lon had just bought the Meridian Rider, a beautiful transport frigate. Though Lon was proud of his new ship, he still needed a crew. Already Lon had hired a general staff of around 50 engineers, but he needed a pilot, a ship with the main purpose of smuggling needed an exellent pilot. The first place Lon thought to look was a Tavern in the slums of the city. Lon walked in the tavern and sat down at a booth, waiting for the right person to walk through the door.