Noah Corek
Cocked, Locked and a Smoking Barrel
This hadn't been the first time Noah had been in the Western Spaceport, with it being one of the most busy spaceports on the world and said world being his homeworld Noah had spent more than a few hours in the spaceport. As such he had found his favorite caf shop, found a seat and sat down to a nice cup and a slice of uj'alayi or uj cake to the aruetiise.
With his business and his family Noah found himself coming less and less to the place of his birth but today it was business that brought him here, well less business and more of doing a favor for an old friend of his. This old friend, Valery Noble, had contacted him and spoke about a group of smugglers and gun runners funneling illegal arms into the Alliance.
Noah was no stranger to running guns, as he himself had done this plenty of times in his career, the difference between the guns he ran and the ones being ran at the moment was that his were often smuggled to resistances groups and insurgencies against governments like the Sith Empire, the Brotherhood of the Maw and New Imperial Order, as well as being done with the at least tacit support of the governments opposing these other governments.
This new group, according to the little information that Valery had decided to share for the sake of security, had no scruples in supplying their arms to anyone who could pay. Criminal syndicates, terrorist groups, street and swoop gangs and the occasional lone wolf. He was Mandalorian and as such he believed one had the right to own and bears arms but that right stopped when the innocent were hurt and harmed.
It was for this reason alone that Noah sat in the caf shop, sipping caf and eating small pieces of uj cake between sips.
With his business and his family Noah found himself coming less and less to the place of his birth but today it was business that brought him here, well less business and more of doing a favor for an old friend of his. This old friend, Valery Noble, had contacted him and spoke about a group of smugglers and gun runners funneling illegal arms into the Alliance.
Noah was no stranger to running guns, as he himself had done this plenty of times in his career, the difference between the guns he ran and the ones being ran at the moment was that his were often smuggled to resistances groups and insurgencies against governments like the Sith Empire, the Brotherhood of the Maw and New Imperial Order, as well as being done with the at least tacit support of the governments opposing these other governments.
This new group, according to the little information that Valery had decided to share for the sake of security, had no scruples in supplying their arms to anyone who could pay. Criminal syndicates, terrorist groups, street and swoop gangs and the occasional lone wolf. He was Mandalorian and as such he believed one had the right to own and bears arms but that right stopped when the innocent were hurt and harmed.
It was for this reason alone that Noah sat in the caf shop, sipping caf and eating small pieces of uj cake between sips.