Sorr Kortu
Socially Awkward Smuggler
Location: D'Qar
"Hey kid!"
Sorr saw a middle-aged man approach him, just recently the young man received a contract a few days ago from a faction called: The Rimward Trade League. They were a mix of businessman, space explorers, and law enforcers. Sorr was a little nervous at first since he is a Smuggler, and this contract could be a possible trap to arrest or something. But then again Sorr allowed to let his feelings take over before assessing the facts. Why would the Trade League out themselves so easily? If they were really out to arrest Sorr, then they would've set an elaborate contract where they offered him a lot of credits for a simple pick up. In other words: A too good to be true offer. The fact that the Rimward's offer was modest placed Sorr at ease ironically. He decided to take the contract despite the pay, Sorr needed to get some legitimate work. Constantly working for Hutts and other scum always made Sorr uncomfortable given the stuff he had to smuggle.
"Hello," Sorr said placing his hands in his jacket pocket. "I assume you're Avil Getchell? The one who provided me the contract?"
"Indeed, I am!" Avil said. "I run the Rimward Rescue Service on D Qar, I've hired you because I need a bold flyboy to send some supplies over to the Asteroid belt. Would use some of my people but they're all occupied. If you do this for me, I can provide ya with some..... legitimate for a privateer such as yourself."
Avil gave Sorr a wink.
"Why do I get the feeling there's a catch?" Sorr asked.
"Well..... the research facility on the Asteroid has gone radio silent for 3 days. Normally I'm not worried because signals on Asteroids can be spotty but there was no communication." Avil explained. "As a precaution, I'll provide you with a hired gun."
He motioned the man to come and meet Sorr.
James Ephraim
"Hey kid!"
Sorr saw a middle-aged man approach him, just recently the young man received a contract a few days ago from a faction called: The Rimward Trade League. They were a mix of businessman, space explorers, and law enforcers. Sorr was a little nervous at first since he is a Smuggler, and this contract could be a possible trap to arrest or something. But then again Sorr allowed to let his feelings take over before assessing the facts. Why would the Trade League out themselves so easily? If they were really out to arrest Sorr, then they would've set an elaborate contract where they offered him a lot of credits for a simple pick up. In other words: A too good to be true offer. The fact that the Rimward's offer was modest placed Sorr at ease ironically. He decided to take the contract despite the pay, Sorr needed to get some legitimate work. Constantly working for Hutts and other scum always made Sorr uncomfortable given the stuff he had to smuggle.
"Hello," Sorr said placing his hands in his jacket pocket. "I assume you're Avil Getchell? The one who provided me the contract?"
"Indeed, I am!" Avil said. "I run the Rimward Rescue Service on D Qar, I've hired you because I need a bold flyboy to send some supplies over to the Asteroid belt. Would use some of my people but they're all occupied. If you do this for me, I can provide ya with some..... legitimate for a privateer such as yourself."
Avil gave Sorr a wink.
"Why do I get the feeling there's a catch?" Sorr asked.
"Well..... the research facility on the Asteroid has gone radio silent for 3 days. Normally I'm not worried because signals on Asteroids can be spotty but there was no communication." Avil explained. "As a precaution, I'll provide you with a hired gun."
He motioned the man to come and meet Sorr.
James Ephraim