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Private Smuggling Assets




"I'm the son that she's the most disappointed in."

He eyed the man's stance and simple gestures, studying them and noting full well that any wrong move would have his chest smoking from a blaster bolt. So at the shipper's statement on not being keen on new faces; the man raised his hands in an almost submissive gesture. "Oh I hear ya. I'm not too keen on strangers, myself. Especially if they start poking around." As the question of the charge against Oksana rolled in, the mean leaned forward ever so slightly while dropping his hands to his sides. "Conspiracy to commit treason. But I worry more for those that try to interrogate her." He pulled back with a laugh. "You think her two droids bicker a lot? Well who do you think that they learned that from?"

He turned towards the crates and slapped a hand onto the top of one of them. "Feel free to inspect them if you'd like. She told me this stuff was above my education level. She's probably right. I'm no medic or doctor."

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Gillem

You're no daisy at all



GILLEM


He relaxed his stance a bit more, as his eye scanned the boxes for any foreign materials that would be considered volatile or harmful. He noted the equipment inside, the advancement of it all and the sensitivity of it. After a moment of checking and clearing he looked back at the stranger as he finished speaking.

“It wouldn’t surprise me if she drove them insane first, tell ya the truth.”

The corner of his mouth lifted into a smirk as his coat closed back up.

He walked up to the crates giving a more exterior inspection. Any odd tech placed on the outside, or suspicious residues. Again he would find nothing. His hunch on the man seemed to relax as well as he stood up and walked over to him.

“Well now.”

He reached into his coat pocket to pull out another rolled piece of paper filled with tabac, the sweet scent hitting his nose. He placed it between his lips but did not light it yet, keen on the older lady's words from a couple days prior.

“Its been a pleasure doing business with ya.”

His metallic hand tapped on the crate with a light slap, not enough to jostle, but enough for the sound to ring between them.

He then extended his hand for a genuine shake.


 



Oksana always left the same kind of impression on everybody. Which was good for it meant that she was honest. That and she was stubborn as hell.

The man tilted his head to the side a bit as the hand was held out to him. Being congratulated on a job well done was not what he was used to. But he decided to take it in stride and accept it.

He reached out and took the man's hand; giving it a quick and hearty shake.
"Someone with manners. Pity you couldn't stay here and teach Oksana that. But then again; I'm sure that she'd make an awful student. Safe travels on your way out, friend." He threw that last word out there lightly with no weight behind it. There was no need to.

After releasing the man's hand he turned about and headed in the direction of the two bickering droids, leaving Gillem to load up and head offworld.


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Gillem

You're no daisy at all



GILLEM


He tipped his hat to the stranger as he started loading up his ship with the various crates, strapping them down and prepping for his journey back to Trevua. Testing each strap he made sure they were not going to be moving for take off, landing and any possible pirating. Though he doubted pirates would target him, it was a smaller vessel in the vacuum void of space. To him it made as much sense as a giant monster trying to eat something small, a waste of a lot of energy with very little gain.

But still, he prepped for it. Because he too would be a fool if he didn’t. Gillem was not a fool, he knew how things worked. He knew that the cargo was sensitive enough to warrant care and safe travels. But some things were beyond his control. Prepping was always crucial.

Once he cleared everything he and the ramp shut and he made his way to the cockpit.

Unceremoniously he plopped into the chair punching in coordinates back to Trevua, beginning take off procedures. The ship shook and rocked a bit as it adjusted to the new weight before finally stabilizing and shooting off back to the sky.

Destination: Trevua

After some time he exited light speed, slowly drifting in front of Trevua. He gave credentials and was given access to land.

The ship flew towards the landing bay hovering over the pad before smoothly finding solid ground. He sat up as the ship powered down. The loading ramp lowered, small droids started the unloading procedure and delivery process as Gillem made his way back to the small diner where he first met Liin.

He had realised he forgotten to ask for a place to meet back up, so he assumed back at the diner. He set out a small ping to her, to let her know he had returned with her equipment.

“This is Gillem. The Eagle has landed, waiting at first meeting place.”

He cut the message and waited.


 



With each passing day I found myself getting more nervous. Was he caught? Was he able to leave New Cov with my equipment? And more importantly; was I going to have to flee again and miss this shipment entirely?

Finally a message had been passed through. I do so much hated to be left in the dark; yet I knew full well of the reasons why. It just had to be that way. Isolation is key to survival. Secrecy is key to a successful rebellion.


As the notification had said, I brought myself to the meeting point. I scanned the tables and searched for the shipper. At least he dressed in such a way to be memorable. So I headed in his direction and sat myself down across from him. "Welcome back. I trust that everything went smoothly?" I did not ask him where my equipment was, for I assumed that it was still on board his ship. It is not as though I expect him to drag it all everywhere that he went.

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Gillem

You're no daisy at all



GILLEM


His eye caught her before she did, she wasn’t hard to find. He sat at the same table they met at before, sipping on some kaf. She finally approached and sat down across from him as he took another sip.

“Smooth enough, I’ll say.”

He sat the cup down.

“I’m not gonna bore you with the details, there was a slight shifting in hands.”

He looked at her, his finger lightly tapping on the table.

“The older woman, first off, said you should visit some time. Secondly, she was arrested. A man ended up helping me.”

His tapping ceased.

“I checked the cases, in case there was any tampering. Looked clear to me. But that is definitely some interesting equipment you got.”

He picked his cigarette from the ash tray and took another inhale.

“It ain't my business on what you do with it, of course, and to be as respectful as I can, It’s of little to no consequence to me.”

He exhaled slowly, the sweet scent of tabac filling the air. He made sure as little of the smoke blew her way as possible.

“Your shipment is waiting for you in the freighter I rented. Didn’t use my own ship because I didn’t know how big the crates were and I wanted as little of a trail back to me as possible.”

He handed her a holochip.

“That has all of the information on the ship including the name I.D. for when you are ready for pick up.”

The waitress came by, setting a glass of water in front of her. Gillem gave her a polite smile and a nod as she walked back.

“It all should be in order.”

He smirked at Liin.


 



I listened to his information carefully. Some of it was to be expected, while the talk of an arrest caused me some concern. More to the point, it made the current situation on New Cov all the more real. It was not the imaginings of some stubborn former politician. The Emergency Protocol had been enacted.

The topic was switched slightly to that of my equipment. It was all vital stuff for me, and for my research. And while it may be uncommon in the wider Galaxy, on New Cov this kind of equipment was not unusual.

He relayed his own set of instructions; letting me know of the tracks that he had covered to protect himself from the task that I had hired him for. Afterall, why would he want to find himself linked to something horrible? And my research could certainly be seen in that kind of light by a lot of people.

I took the pocketchip in hand, curling my fingers around it as though it was some delicate lifeline.
"Thank you." With my other hand I removed a credit chip from my pocket and slid it towards him. Now normally I should wait until I had inspected the contents myself, but something about him told me that I did not have to. "And here is the rest of your payment, plus a little extra. It was a pleasure doing business with you." I will need to ration down my meals after the added bonus that I gave him; yet I will be far too busy with my research to even think about eating all the time anyways.

I give him a polite smile and rise to my feet.
"I wish you luck in all of your future endevors. And thank you once again." Pivoting on my foot, I turn to follow the trail to where the ship is docked, hoping that amongst all of that equipment that I will find some message from my parents to decode.

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