Jada Raxis
-Take me out, to the Black-
TYTHON
LANDING BAY SOMEWHERE
[member="ARC-94194"] - [member="Seto Du Couteau"] - [member="Marriskcal Lati"]
Sometimes things went sideways for her. This was one of those days. After a brief run to Tython to buy some Imperial Docking codes, she'd run into a snag. Local authorities had picked up her scent, mostly intel folks and began connecting dots. Captain Anne Quin quickly fell apart into her real persona. Jada Raxis, wanted for about a dozen counts of theft and mischief around the system.Which found her here, with her back to a crate, using a tiny camera to peer over it. Between her and the sweet freedom of her ship was about twenty Stormtroopers. She could charge in all crazy.
But that would only alert the garrison.
"Think Jada, think."
She kept thinking, hoping nobody would vary too widely from their patrol pattern. She was tucked into a neat little alcove along the egde of the wall on the west side of the hanagr. Right behind a ton of crates. The rest of the hangar opened up into a U shape.
Even as she watched more and more customs Officers in sleek black uniforms were swarming her vessel.
"Time to back track then."
She got up, slipped right and doubled back down the hall she'd just came down.