Andrasta Sitra
Member
She still had it.
Even with the apparent fact that she had seemingly been ejected some 800 years into the galaxies future Andrasta couldn’t help but feel that perhaps things would now be easier.
Any obligation she had owed to Carn had ended with her blaster to his head and any possibility of some grunt taking revenge had all but disappeared thanks to an overly large black hole.
Of course it had taken some getting used to, this galaxy seemed overly occupied with many governments vying for complete control, which while more complex to keep up with kept one part of Andrasta happy, the opportunity to get credits. Nothing beat up the cost of simple jobs better than a cold war and nothing made Andrasta happier than easy credits.
All her previous methods of finding work remained intact, bartenders still whispered gossip and the holonet seemingly hadn’t advanced much in the last eight centuries. Yes the cartel was gone, Vaago’s criminal empire laying in dust somewhere along with her inner-circle status, which although a step down it was nice to have no real responsibilities anymore.
She had managed to gain word of gun running jobs that were being funded by a group of anonymous benefactors, another source indicated that most who went on the gun runs ended up reaping in credits soon after, which to Andrasta was like music to her ears.
Several attempts to gain one of these contracts had seen her have to pursue more aggressive means until finally through sheer dum luck she had found herself in the possession of one such contract which involved running guns to Ithor, seemed odd running guns to those peace loving lot, but eh who knew what had changed in all these years.
The Kestrel, which had seemingly seen the end of its life after the time anomaly was sat within some dry dock she had managed to batter for on the familiar backdrop of Nar Shaddaa, meaning she currently had no ship.
A problem she was about to remedy…
Even with the apparent fact that she had seemingly been ejected some 800 years into the galaxies future Andrasta couldn’t help but feel that perhaps things would now be easier.
Any obligation she had owed to Carn had ended with her blaster to his head and any possibility of some grunt taking revenge had all but disappeared thanks to an overly large black hole.
Of course it had taken some getting used to, this galaxy seemed overly occupied with many governments vying for complete control, which while more complex to keep up with kept one part of Andrasta happy, the opportunity to get credits. Nothing beat up the cost of simple jobs better than a cold war and nothing made Andrasta happier than easy credits.
All her previous methods of finding work remained intact, bartenders still whispered gossip and the holonet seemingly hadn’t advanced much in the last eight centuries. Yes the cartel was gone, Vaago’s criminal empire laying in dust somewhere along with her inner-circle status, which although a step down it was nice to have no real responsibilities anymore.
She had managed to gain word of gun running jobs that were being funded by a group of anonymous benefactors, another source indicated that most who went on the gun runs ended up reaping in credits soon after, which to Andrasta was like music to her ears.
Several attempts to gain one of these contracts had seen her have to pursue more aggressive means until finally through sheer dum luck she had found herself in the possession of one such contract which involved running guns to Ithor, seemed odd running guns to those peace loving lot, but eh who knew what had changed in all these years.
The Kestrel, which had seemingly seen the end of its life after the time anomaly was sat within some dry dock she had managed to batter for on the familiar backdrop of Nar Shaddaa, meaning she currently had no ship.
A problem she was about to remedy…