:: HERO of KORRIBAN ::
Inna and Jess were still missing, and Quint was getting restless. How was he supposed to dump the cargo his "contact" had given him without the twins. Well, he already knew, but the on again off again thing he had with Inna was due for an on again and he was antsy to get it going. Who could blame him really? He was alone most of the time, but that was by choice.
The cargo was simple, and he could carry it on his person. A microchip containing the information for about a dozen weapons runs taking place within the next month was a valuable bit of technology. Salis would deliver it where it was supposed to go. He had the credits to book a flight to Nar Shaddaa from Zeltros, and do it in some style.
Quint had heard of a passenger liner leaving Paradise City which promised the fun and debauchery of Zeltros until they reached the smugglers' moon. He was offered free passage if he'd be willing to provide tattoos for any of the passengers who wanted them. As much as he wanted a break, free was in the budget, besides these fights always got interesting. One woman had already come in looking for some ink on her ass. Yeah, this was going to be a decent trip.
There were all kinds of species aboard, and all of them were looking to enjoy the sights of Zeltros just a little longer. Quint couldn't blame them. While he wasn't a Zeltron, he did love his city, and his new life. Prison was not a place he wanted to go again. Hopefully he didn't get caught with the microchip.
[member="Briga Tiin"]
The cargo was simple, and he could carry it on his person. A microchip containing the information for about a dozen weapons runs taking place within the next month was a valuable bit of technology. Salis would deliver it where it was supposed to go. He had the credits to book a flight to Nar Shaddaa from Zeltros, and do it in some style.
Quint had heard of a passenger liner leaving Paradise City which promised the fun and debauchery of Zeltros until they reached the smugglers' moon. He was offered free passage if he'd be willing to provide tattoos for any of the passengers who wanted them. As much as he wanted a break, free was in the budget, besides these fights always got interesting. One woman had already come in looking for some ink on her ass. Yeah, this was going to be a decent trip.
There were all kinds of species aboard, and all of them were looking to enjoy the sights of Zeltros just a little longer. Quint couldn't blame them. While he wasn't a Zeltron, he did love his city, and his new life. Prison was not a place he wanted to go again. Hopefully he didn't get caught with the microchip.
[member="Briga Tiin"]