Cruising through the Sith Empire had never felt so good. With feet up on the dashboard of his ship and a lit cigar in his mouth, Typho felt care-free. Care-free wasn't the attitude typically associated with smugglers going in and out of the Empire, but most smugglers weren't Orron Typho. He had been jailed by every major government in the Galaxy except the Sith at this point, mostly because getting arrested by the Sith in his line of work was likely to result in death. It was because of this that Typho had got quite good at evading imperial law enforcement.
His target on this fine day: Fest, a cold and mountainous planet in Sith space that was home to the man he sought. Who this man was he didn't know, nor was it important. The important thing was this daring son of a bantha had a full crate of Sansanna spice. With the illegality of spice in the empire, whoever Typho was meeting must be crazy or desperate. Knowing the people of the Sith Empire it could be either.
Typho's ship, the Salty Corellian, dropped out of hyperspace abruptly. The nearly half asleep Typho was startled awake by the shaking of the small, old freighter. He quickly put out his cigar and sat up, reaching for the controls. In front of him was the ball of white and grey they called Fest. Like every Sith world its orbit was filled with ships policing the routes in and out. He would have to deal with them first if he ever planned on reaching the planet's surface...
His target on this fine day: Fest, a cold and mountainous planet in Sith space that was home to the man he sought. Who this man was he didn't know, nor was it important. The important thing was this daring son of a bantha had a full crate of Sansanna spice. With the illegality of spice in the empire, whoever Typho was meeting must be crazy or desperate. Knowing the people of the Sith Empire it could be either.
Typho's ship, the Salty Corellian, dropped out of hyperspace abruptly. The nearly half asleep Typho was startled awake by the shaking of the small, old freighter. He quickly put out his cigar and sat up, reaching for the controls. In front of him was the ball of white and grey they called Fest. Like every Sith world its orbit was filled with ships policing the routes in and out. He would have to deal with them first if he ever planned on reaching the planet's surface...
