Captain Ash
Tramp trading was a gamble, even the best of them acknowledged that, and why those who reached Aeshi's middle-aged years were few and far between, most ready to settle down into regular routes, or work as a marginer for one of the bigger shipping companies. But not Aeshi. She craved the thrill, the gamble, the risk. It was all a frontier to explore and chart, every bit as much the edge of the galaxy.
And regions of space in the chaos of a collapsed empire, especially a world that once housed part of the Sith-Imperial Trade Association, was an opportunity just waiting to be grasped. A resistance base had been set up in the area, from what she had gathered, and struck out against Sith convoys, until the Sith empire retaliated. A few of the names she even recognized. The Skiratas were well known in her part of the Rim, especially that one. So, she had gathered up as much cargo as she could and hoofed it through the various governments to Centares.
Her co-pilot had gone out ahead and posted bills of sale and advertisements around the area, so they could hope to bring in some crowds. Likely some troublemakers, possibly even some old SITA muscle not eager for an Outer Rim rebel family to be making creds on their turf. But then, that was why the two .48s hung at her hip.
"New wares!" She called out amongst the small courtyard she had appropriated as a landing field. "Newest Corellia Digitial shows! Imyni artisan wares! Finest Tillian whiskey! Mon Cala tableware!" Aeshi paused as movement flickered in a corner. "Lowest prices this side of Coruscant, guaranteed! Barter and old currencies for metal weight accepted!" She paused and took a long sip of her own bottle of whiskey. "Force-infused teas, top-grade pharmaceuticals, other medicines! Also, ore and duracrete by the ten-k bags!"
She had very little market intelligence about this region of space, nobody did in Tillian Family Enterprises either, not since the fall of the Sith Empire, so she had targeted a wide variety of potential markets with goods she could get cheap enough that even a marginal price would pay down the costs of purchase and transfer. It wouldn't make a huge profit, but it would be a start.
Serve as a place to network, especially being the last world on the Perlemian Trade Route between the Midrim and Outer Rim. Granted, there were genocidal space crustaceans to the galactic south, and numerous conquest-obsessed empires to the north, and maybe the Silvers or the Alliance could stabilize the area before the others moved in. It gave her a window, at least, to get in and start establishing trade relationships, and perhaps nurture what sparks of independence remained, give them the teeth to fight back and make their own destiny. Start small though, that was the key. Bring goods to trade, establish trust, and then she could branch out into more significant trade deals and runs. She'd mark up the deals and send back to Susefvi for the company to follow up on. Except for the more discreet ones, anyway. She would handle those personally. Given the nature of the region, it was unlikely to be one of the bulk freighters, so probably a marginer or associate, depending on the risk levels.
But that wasn't her concern. She had to build the foundation first, and then the rest would follow. "New wares!" She called again, cupping her hands around her mouth. "Cheap and reliable! Come and see!"