Weapons, Drugs & Paperwork (Malin)

[Listeri Dalane]

The small freighter gently touched down on a dirty and scratched landing pad. The ship slowly rocked back and forth, as one Listeri Dalane leaned back in his chair. He sipped some good ol' fashioned Mantellian ale as he gazed down upon the bustling cityscape below him. Corellia, the galaxy's one-stop shop for all your addictive and illegal needs! The smuggler thought to himself, as he swung off his rolling chair. It careened to the left, as he began running to the cargo hold. He flipped a small, grey switch as golden light began descending on a horde of crates and boxes. Most of them were filled with textiles, food and other items to throw any nosy cop from searching around his stuff. Hidden inside the boxes, and sometimes the items, were spices, guns, explosives and one issue to Playdroid. Listeri began moving the crates as a pair of huge doors slid open, allowing the fair stench of food, alcohol and vomit to waft into the ship.

" Ah, the smell of scum and villainy. " He said out loud, as he took his first steps on Corellia.

 

[Beowoof]

She had been called in by the CorSec office at Coronoet Spaceport, requested to deviate from her more frequent beat around the sector and take a look at some gray activity they had spotted on the cams. What was new about that?

Lieutenant Spritejägare eased her speeder over the curb a little, switching the police craft into idle. Lots of comm chatter came over CorSec's random scatter frequencies, and the woman was able to listen in on a play-by-play of an active drug bust going on at the south side. It was a shame that this was an everyday event. Corellia's law enforcement division was top-notch, but the gang situation here always seemed to regenerate as soon as it had been quelled. It was a constant battle, and that is why they needed people like Spritejägare. Her Lorrdian qualities and Corellian spirit were highly valued by the force, even if she could be lax by CorSec's standards.

Finishing off the last sips of her caf, the blond cop exited the squad speeder and set the alarms, then began the promenade to the doors of the spaceport. Maybe they would get the 'situation: normal' signal by the time she arrived.

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[Listeri Dalane]

Listeri quietly began moving the large crates and various boxes off the ship, when he heard someone shout in the background. " OI! YEAH YOU. YA' KARKIN' PIECE O' CHIT!!! " A large Rodian man shouted across the loading bay. He was clutching a grimy bottle filled with some mysterious and unknown fluid inside. He was also wearing a torn, dirty overcoat, and a pair of sagging pants, which allowed you to see his My Little Ropo underwear. Listeri sniggered as this man stumbled over, clutching onto handle bars and benches to steady himself. Suddenly, the green, scaly drunk froze when the sound of siren echoed across the area, as he began trying to run to the exits. All he did was fall over on the curb, but other shady businessmen had more success in hiding. Listeri however remained frozen, to the spot, as he saw the tall lumbering cop from a distance away. " HEY, WHERE'S YOUR RANCOR PALS, BUDDY? " He shouted towards her, giggling the whole time.

[member="Malin Spritejägare"]

 

[Beowoof]

Yep. Situation: normal, for sure. Insults were kind of part of the job for CorSec agents. Though, why this guy was mentioning rancors made little sense to Spritejägare. People were crazy. She completely ignored his heckling and continued to approach the freighter at a steady pace.

What exactly was going on here was a little more puzzling. A haggard Rodian lay slumped on the ground by a bench, a bottle of booze in his green hands. She could just pick him up and bring him in for Public Intoxication, but there had to be something bigger in the making if Mister Fat Mouth was spewing garbage. There were two types of spacers as far as Lieutenant Spritejägare was concerned, and neither type was any good.

Keeping her left hand to her hip and just above the grip of her holstered blaster, the Corellian Security officer stopped at the edge of the landing pad and appraised the spacer. 'Trouble' was what she concluded. "Like to fill me in on what you're pushing here?" the blond enforcer called out.

[member="Listeri Dalane"]

 

[Listeri Dalane]

Yep. Situation: normal, for sure. Insults were kind of part of the job for CorSec agents. Though, why this guy was mentioning rancors made little sense to Spritejägare. People were crazy. She completely ignored his heckling and continued to approach the freighter at a steady pace.

What exactly was going on here was a little more puzzling. A haggard Rodian lay slumped on the ground by a bench, a bottle of booze in his green hands. She could just pick him up and bring him in for Public Intoxication, but there had to be something bigger in the making if Mister Fat Mouth was spewing garbage. There were two types of spacers as far as Lieutenant Spritejägare was concerned, and neither type was any good.

Keeping her left hand to her hip and just above the grip of her holstered blaster, the Corellian Security officer stopped at the edge of the landing pad and appraised the spacer. 'Trouble' was what she concluded. "Like to fill me in on what you're pushing here?" the blond enforcer called out.

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Listeri's skin tingled as the alcohol from the ale coursed through his veins. He was more than a little buzzed, but he wasn't sure he would consider himself drunk, but then again he was the one who drank it so he couldn't really judge. Listeri smirked, as he walked forward to the towering CorSec agent. A gust of wind blew out of some hidden crevice, ruffling the mumbling Rodian and sending his hat soaring off his head. " Karkin' wind, bunch a' karkin' chit if ya'..." The smuggler quietly muttered to himself. He recognized the woman asking him if he was pushing some kind of drug or something, and as he plopped his hat back on his shaggy brown hair, he promptly responded. " Yes, of course! I'd like to admit to pushin' spice, hallucination-inducing thing-a-ma-jiggers, weapons, pistols, stolen Bantha hides and a lucky Akk Dog paw. I'd also like to admit to murder, possession, assault, uh...Oh, jaywalking! " He told her in a sarcastic tone, although the dumb grin on his face gave him the look of a 12-year old.

(I apologize for the long wait, I've been sick for the past couple of days.)

[member="Malin Spritejägare"]

 

[Beowoof]

Spritejägare just stared at the scruffy nerfherder. Actually, a nerfherder would have more class than this fellow. "I see..." she commented, taking in all the slurred confessions this apparently drunken idiot was spewing out. That most of it was true was highly doubtful, but he had given her enough grounds to warrant a quick search. "I think I'll be taking a tour of your ship there, Mister...?" The cop held up her datapad with her right hand and readied to type in whatever name he gave her.

She had correctly assessed him. He was trouble--though she had yet to determine of what caliber.

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