Faldos: Saijo Sector, Outer Rim Territories....First Order controlled system.
"Mariner IV approaching Faldos System Command... request permission to land." She opened up communication as soon as she had dropped out of hyperspace and into the system.
It were best to announce oneself in this Sector, as it were under the jurisditional territories of The First Order.
It had not been Marina's choice to come this far out into the Outer Rim, not without good reason. And dropping off humanitarian aid to a system under the duress of the First Order was indeed a good enough reason. After all, she were here on a non-profit humanitarian run. It weren't one which the system of Faldos had requested, as how could they?
To do so would have been seen as an act of dissidence by the Central Health Ministry of hospitals on the system. No, such good will drop off were just that...unscheduledaid to an otherwise devastated system state within the First Order.
And although the First Order shunned such attempts from foreign governments to provide much needed medicines and medical supplies, Faldos was not a strategic system that was under high security. It was a poor system that had inadvertently been swallowed up by the reach of the First Order's expansion, bordering the Galactic Alliance territories. Faldos was neither a stronghold, nor a strategic system for the First Order to envelop it with high security. As thus, more often than not, such drop offs were given quarter...safe passage by the local puppet government. After all, they were getting medical supplies that otherwise would be lacking on the system; for certainly the First Order wasn't going to supply them with it. The system was barely keeping with the taxes imposed on it.
"Roger that....transmitting registration codes." Marina sent over her ship's registry and Bill of Laden.
She were instructed to hold and maintain high orbit to the coordinates transmitted back to her. Marina complied and after 2 hours were instructed to make for the outskirt of Kundan, a city in the Northwest hemisphere of the system. A beacon would guide the Mariner IV in.
She were to follow it without deviation.
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The Mariner IV put down on the landing pad as instructed and waited for the local authority to board her.
"Keep it smooth, Marina...keep it cool...." She spoke to herself as she heard footsteps coming up the ramp she had lowered.
"ID code and stand by for scan" She were instructed to comply.
"Sure thing... welcome on board."
What took place were an hour of repetitive scans and ID imprint. Seemed not just one imprint was required, but several. then again, she knew they were just going about making it difficult for her. They had their job to do and they did their best to go through the motions. Marina could see two of the men didn't enjoy the charade as much as she. But eventually, they would complete the stalling act and relieve the Mariner IV of the medical supplies it had come here for them to take.
"Sure thing...don't have any plans for the next two days...no." Marina replied to whom she recognized as a corporal, that had been put in charge of this detachment. Actually, she knew him by name."... Corporal Chenya."
He was a good man, and one who had little choice in how he were to handle these drop offs. He had to go through the motions for the sake of satisfying The First Order mandates on foreign aid to the system. Marina understood this.
With more unnecessary delays and red tape, they finally allowed manual laborers to unload the Mariner. Marina had no personal items on this trip as pretty much anything not battened down as part of the ship was hauled out of the bay. This of course took more time than on a regular delivery in a more fortunate system than Faldos.
And since Marina had eventually cleared and re-cleared and cleared once more the security scans and data-banks, she were allowed to step outside her ship.
She were standing outside in the night, next to the ramp when the corporal passed her without seeming to care.
Only that under his breath,so no one could hear but her; he thanked her.
Marina didn't reply but just looked like she were annoyed and looked at her wrist crono and sighed. It was her response as to say, don't mention it. And so she now would have to go through the take off clearance routine. Normally that would take about two days and then she'd get enough stamped clearance to take off and leave the system without incident. So it were these humanitarian runs to suppressed systems under the iron fist of The First Order.
It were later that evening that Marina sat down outside one of the eating wagons as the local's called it. They were basically outdoor mobile lunch/food stands set up for shift workers at the factories and the district's hospital workers and staff during shift changes. Currently she and a few handful of workers/laborers were the only ones there.
"The number 3 please...no salt." Marina placed her order.
Edited by Marina DeVoe, 06 February 2018 - 11:33 PM.