Private Unseen Vice

[Marcella Fiora]

M A R C E L L AㅤF I O R A
Location: Coruscant Spaceport A2-7C - Docking Bay 381
Tag: Zanvic "Ironhide" Dak ​

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Unusual Cargo
The humble roar of Marcella's YT-1760 gave her comfort, it wasn't a particularly large or unique ship however one she loved dearly as it had carried her through life for the past few years. However, now was not the time to reminisce. The navicomputer of the ship had locked in the coordinates for a secondary spaceport on Coruscant, however she preferred to land herself. Following the descent of the ship, she took the reigns and brought the ship to a smooth glide and opened a channel to traffic control, "Traffic control, YT-1760 requesting landing, sending transponder code.." "Understood, assigned docking bay 381. Enjoy your stay."

She brought the ship in slowly, turning it around in the process so it faces the entry gate while lowering the landing gear. As soon as the gears hit the floor she completed her power-down checklist, flicking all the switches and buttons, she wasn't the best pilot however she knew how to get around relatively easily. Standing up she glided through the ship towards the storage room, inspecting the crates that were meant to act as a diversion, 6 crates of Deychin tea to be delivered to a 'Dr. Grimes,' a fake name.

She located the small datapad, the actual high-value delivery, placing it into one of her zipped pockets before exiting the ship with the crates on a pallet truck. Approaching the customs officers she declared her cargo and allowed them to inspect it before paying for refuelling. After formalities concluded she began to wheel the goods to a designated storage zone, a warehouse just outside of the port...

 

[Zanvic "Ironhide" Dak]

What the hell was Zanvic doing here?

He stumbled on what was called the Solstice Vine Club, he was criticized by his soldiers over the past few months for having and he quotes "stick up his ass and has absolutely no life." It was much to Zanvic's surprise as much as his troops that he didn't have them wash the toilets for a year. It was mostly because Zanvic had pondered on what they said to him. It was true, Zanvic didn't have a life outside the Galactic Alliance Defense Force, he was created to serve the Galactic Alliance it was what the Senators paid the Kaminoans to do and it was all Zanvic knew. However, with that was going on lately, Zanvic figured that he could unwind, besides when he looked at the amount of R and R he accumulated it was as long as a Hutt's lifespan.

Zanvic could try to be more than just a soldier, a tool created to serve maybe he can try to "cool" or "hip" was that what the young people were saying these days? Coming in wearing casual clothing he bought from a random shop this morning Zanvic was like a fish out of water in this rowdy place. Explosions were replaced loud dubstep, the smell of plasma was replaced with alcohol. Zanvic shuddered eyes darting everywhere forget fish out of water, he was a fish out of water and into a fry pan and the worst part is that his pants were on too tight. Zanvic must've picked one that was one or two sizes tight it was starting to ride up his crotch!

The soldier lumbered towards the bar where the bartender turned around and smiled. "What do you want mac?" he asked.

"Um," Zanvic gulped. "Can I have water please?"

"What the frack?!" the man laughed. "What is this?! Tatooine?! Come on man be serious!"

Sweat started to form around Zanvic's brow, this was honestly tougher than trying to disarm a nuke while in the middle of blaster fight.

Marcella Fiora

 

[Marcella Fiora]

M A R C E L L AㅤF I O R A
Location: Coruscant - Streetside
Tag: Zanvic "Ironhide" Dak ​

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The Delivery
Nothing could distract Marcella today, the urgency of the datapad delivery was paramount and she couldn't afford to be late, otherwise it could be her head on a plate. Now outside of the spaceport, she wheeled the crates towards one of the large industrial warehouses down the street, passing a club named the 'Solstice Vine Club,' the prospect of a night out was exciting however she couldn't let herself get distracted.

As she passed the club she eyed the staff and customers, not slowing down her pace, continuing on her path to the warehouse, which she was so intent on reaching...