Ain't That a Kick in the Head

[Atton Korvas]

Location: Rothana System
Destination: Antecedant


The Courier inhaled the smoke from his cigarette, watching as the stars turned into starlines and his ship jumped into hyperspace. He then let out a cloud of smoke from his mouth before putting his helmet on. The man had been hired for yet another delivery job, not by some criminal or Hutt, but by a Techno Union official. They wanted a confidential message to be delivered to the Red Ravens, one of the many criminal factions in the galaxy.

The Union had decided to hire the Courier in order to deliver the package without risking a scandal. Holo-communications could be intercepted, and a Techno Union man talking to the Ravens would've been suspicious. The Courier smirked, letting his eyes rest for a while until the ship finally made it to Antecedant. He couldn't care less about the politics and what the message contained, and that was probably why the Union had picked him. He only cared about the amount of credits he'd get: over 500,000 credits. That was more than enough to buy a better sniper rifle and renovate his ship.

----------------------< 1 hour later, Kaalonia >----------------------​

Atton awoke as his vessel shook upon entering realspace. Ahead of him was a blue-and-green, seemingly non-polluted world: Kaalonia. This would be where he'd refuel before continuing his trip. The ship entered Kaalonia's atmosphere and made its way to the world's capital city: Vinsidj, perhaps one of the ugliest cities ever in the galaxy. Well, Hutts weren't known for their architecture anyway. Luckily, it was currently midnight on the planet and the spaceport seemed deserted, lit only by a few worker droids' lights and some street lamps. He wouldn't have to deal with any of the locals.

The Courier landed the ship near a refueling station and opened its door and ramp. A couple of droids rushed to the ship holding tubes as he walked out of the vessel. Another droid rolled up to the man, asking, "How much fuel, sir?"

Atton tossed a 500-credits chip to the droid, replying, "Three quarters of the tank. And make it quick."

The small droid nodded and put the credits into a socket in its torso before disappearing into the night. The Courier removed his helmet as he walked away from his ship, to one of the darker parts of the spaceport. He lit up another cigarette, watching the city, thinking about his payment—because he had nothing in life to hold onto but credits...

[member="Ross Jusik"]

 

[Davin Jusik]

Ross slicked his hair back as his two most trustworthy Security Guards from the Department of Energy prepped their gear. He hadn't told them any details beyond that their was a package being delivered that needed to be intercepted for state security reasons. They hadn't pressed the issue. He'd left Jack at home for this one.

His man in SpyNet had sent a memo his way about the delivery of a potentially damning PR mess to certain criminal elements. Ross intended to use it as back pocket leverage if he ever needed it. While his projects were going well and he seemed to have the leaderships wholesale approval, Ross was the type of man that preferred to have an Ace up his sleeve.

The desert called.

Ross and his men began preparations for the Courier's arrival.

[member="The Courier"]

 

[Atton Korvas]

A dozen minutes later, the ship had been refueled and the Courier took off from Kaalonia's atmosphere to continue his trip to Antecedant. In less than an hour he'd have the package delivered, and 500,000 credits in his pocket. He let the navcomputer set the trajectory and jumped into hyperspace.

...

Upon entering realspace, the Courier took a sip from his Corellian wine, watching the planet ahead of him. Antecedant. Finally, he thought. Five hundred thousand credits, here I come. His Ghtroc 8675 light freighter entered the world's atmosphere several minutes later, making its way to the coordinates the Courier had been given. He landed the ship on the closest landing pad to the meeting place and opened the vessel's door and ramp before grabbing the mysterious package. He was on schedule; the meeting was going to take place in less than an hour.

The unsuspecting man walked out of his ship, carrying the package and closing the freighter's door behind him, and started making his way to the meeting place.

 

[Davin Jusik]

"Let's go boys." Ross said as he looked at his wrist watch. It was time to intercept that poor sap [member="The Courier"] and his package. While Ross didn't really like doing it, he wasn't above what he considered a necessary evil. The guards wore very visible TU logos, to throw the mailman off guard when they finally saw him.

A quick speeder trip later and they were firmly in position to intercept the unsuspecting man.

 

[Atton Korvas]

The Courier walked through the streets of Antecedent, carrying the mysterious package and studying his surroundings. This place looked no different than Ord Mantell or Nal Hutta. His destination was an isolated building, some sort of abandoned factory, the kind of place where drug deals or other illegal activity was the norm.

There wasn't a single soul near the building, which was what the Courier had expected. After all, this was a top-secret meeting—or so he had been told, at least. The unsuspecting Courier walked towards the entrance of the factory to deliver the mysterious package and be done with this shady business...

[member="Ross Jusik"]