It then seemed unlike most night Sam found herself in one of many lower more seedier parts of one many spaceport that littler the outer most rim of the galaxy. Whereby all accounts she had been asked to meet his next client's contact for whom she was to pick up a certain cargo. Which for what its worth had been task be not only deliver at a specific rondevouz point but also that it be done with the utmost discretion. Which she seems didn't mind much especially when there had been added creds attached to the stipulation. As such, she found herself here thought it was not so much her like to be here.She had no choice at which time while nursing a glass of ale in one hand and one eye peel at the entrance while the other towards the exit. Just in case things turn south for if nothing else she knew little of her contact other than his code name which was trash panda....an odd sort name she thought but would seem no sooner be understand why,
