Juniper Jett
Defying Gravity
Cargo Port, Terminus
"Credits. Now."
"Come on, you already got my docking fees."
"Customs charges, you know how it is."
The guy had the most punchable grin in the Galaxy and there was absolutely nothing Juniper could do. Well, that was a lie. She could smack him, right in his jaw, and it'd feel really, really good. For all of like, 3 seconds. Before the blasters came out, the cuffs went out and she'd be thrown into some sweaty little jail cell for the next 20 years. Not exactly high on her life-plan.
"Fiiiine," she hissed, reaching into her pocket. She handed over the credits with all the grace and charm of an irritated rancor, slapping him into his hand with a grunt. She turned away from him, sparing herself the look of satisfaction on his face. Customs charges my butt. Bleeding myself dry so he can line his own damn pockets. Credits can't buy you a new face, you ugly piece of...
It wasn't much use though. She moved over to the railing and sighed, looking out over the rest of the port. Ships flying above, searching for their spot to dock. Little dots in the distance, people running around to load and unload all sorts of cargo. She saw a Duros pilot arguing with someone from their crew. A couple of Twi'lek guys looking shady, leaning by a wall and smoking.
All those creds to bring those crates here... and I've already spent most of it. Fuel and port shakedowns took their toll. This is why people turn to smuggling, y'know, she yelled in her mind, looking right towards the customs people.
Shaking her head, she moved away from the railing and stepped away from the ship. At the very least, the Snicket would be safe there. Good thing too, as she needed to get more work now. She made her way off towards the main port, in search of some food and someone with credits burning a hole in their pocket.
There was always someone who needed a fast ship.
Someone.
Oh please let there be someone, I am not selling any more of my stuff.