A Moonless Flight

[Tristram Senan]

The events on the moon of Kamino had been both eventful and uneventful at the same time. It had turned into a rescue mission instead of his salvage and intel run like he had planned. There was a ton of strange things that had happened but nothing had really come of it. They had managed to get the injured pilot off the moon, but that left Tristram's new associate [member="Asheda Tyr"] without her ship. So to help her out, he had offered to take her with him to his evac point. The two got picked up, with some protest from his pilot friend, and were off the moon.

The pilot asked where they needed to go, and Tristram looked to Asheda and said, " Where do you want to go? I'm fine waiting since it isn't like I have anything important or pressing going on." He would give her a smile. The pilot would wait for her response then head off to the cockpit letting them know he would stay there handling some business until they arrived. With that Tristram and Asheda were left alone in the lounge.

Tristram began to get into his friend's cabinets and rummaged for something good. As he did he asked, " Anything you want to eat or drink? Plenty of liquor and ship rations to choose from. Pretty well stocked.... Better than I expected actually. Kark. When did you get the credits for all of this French?" He would just keep looking through everything as he waited for the blue skinned twi'lek to respond. When did the spacer get the credits for all of this? Seemed his smuggling had gotten more profitable as of late. Either that meant he was taking advantage of people, which Tristram highly doubted, or the need for smuggling had grown lately. If it had then it had to be due to Sith and Imperials.

 

[Asheda Tyr]

Another day done with not much to really show, only that the Galactic Empire did not know about it which was good, now Asheda was onboard of a freighter with mister 'non jedi' Night Hawk or what ever, at least it was warm. Though she was surprised by his mention of 'not having anything to do', didn't he say he was a merchant salvage person of sorts? that being the reason for going to the planet? would it not make sense for him to have a current job? Never mind, where to go, that would be difficult, "just set a course for Na Shadda,I have a friend there and contacts of sorts".

Letting the pilot go she followed [member="Tristram Senan"] back to the lounge, reclining comfortably, much better then her single seat fighter, herself just wearing the tight leotard and black pants, her 'Jedi' robes laying to the side. "Got anything strong to make me feel warm and fuzzy? or just to give a nice kick? been a while since I've touched that sort of stuff, can't really fly drunk now can I"? She let out a small smile while the man rummaged through the rather elaborate array of items, was he trying to show off? or had the pilot actually just bought some extra stuff out of the blue.