Alistair Fenn
Character
Xyla Shadowport - Outer Rim
[member="Lyla Quinn"]
Alistair had never particularly liked Shadowports. Usually they were a mess of activity that he liked to avoid.
That wasn't because of any moral implication of course, he was perfectly fine with all sorts of crime. Thievery, larceny, hell even murder was alright in his book as long as it was for the right reason. He wanted to avoid Shadowports precisely because of that fact. These sorts of places were usually targeted by...well the exact kind of people that visited them. Pirates, Crime Lords, and anything else that could take advantage did take advantage.
It was a massive pain in the ass and generally one that Alistair never wanted to deal with.
Still, every now and again places like these were sort of necessary for people like him, especially when you were carrying something illegal.
The weapons that he'd been transporting as of late hadn't exactly been legal, and although he would have loved to stop somewhere like Alderaan, that hadn't really been a choice. So he'd come here to Xyla to unload his cargo. Thankfully he knew the dockmaster here and he'd been able to sell the weapons relatively quickly, a crew of workers unloading them as fast as actually possible.
Now he was just waiting for his ship to fuel up.
It was somewhat nerve wracking given that he was walking around with a pocket full of credits in a place known for pickpockets but...he trusted his blaster to keep him safe. Leaning back in the small booth that he had picked out for himself within The Painted Nexu, Alistair sipped on his drink and watched everyone and everything like a hawk.
Perhaps he was acting a bit paranoid, but no one could blame him for that.
Not here.
[member="Lyla Quinn"]
Alistair had never particularly liked Shadowports. Usually they were a mess of activity that he liked to avoid.
That wasn't because of any moral implication of course, he was perfectly fine with all sorts of crime. Thievery, larceny, hell even murder was alright in his book as long as it was for the right reason. He wanted to avoid Shadowports precisely because of that fact. These sorts of places were usually targeted by...well the exact kind of people that visited them. Pirates, Crime Lords, and anything else that could take advantage did take advantage.
It was a massive pain in the ass and generally one that Alistair never wanted to deal with.
Still, every now and again places like these were sort of necessary for people like him, especially when you were carrying something illegal.
The weapons that he'd been transporting as of late hadn't exactly been legal, and although he would have loved to stop somewhere like Alderaan, that hadn't really been a choice. So he'd come here to Xyla to unload his cargo. Thankfully he knew the dockmaster here and he'd been able to sell the weapons relatively quickly, a crew of workers unloading them as fast as actually possible.
Now he was just waiting for his ship to fuel up.
It was somewhat nerve wracking given that he was walking around with a pocket full of credits in a place known for pickpockets but...he trusted his blaster to keep him safe. Leaning back in the small booth that he had picked out for himself within The Painted Nexu, Alistair sipped on his drink and watched everyone and everything like a hawk.
Perhaps he was acting a bit paranoid, but no one could blame him for that.
Not here.