Delila Castillon
#OldRedheadsReign
WILD SPACE
Approaching the base from the air, Delila stretched the scanners as far as they could go without diverting power. With
Julius Sedaire
in the pilots chair, she was busy trying to ensure this wasn't a trap. Picking up cargo wasn't typically an issue, yet she had heard stories from old spacers about being robbed for their vessels upon landing. Didn't matter how horrible the vessel was, anything could be flipped for credits. Especially when gangsters didn't have to go to a lot of work to achieve results, they were coming to the enemy, so to speak.Quiet, for now.
"Tell me why a former Jedi is smuggling with me? Do your types not have pension plans? I mean I had a military pension but difficult to draw from when the government has dissolved. So understand why I have turned to the spacelanes and live a life of shady morals. However....one would think a man of your caliber would no longer be interested in such work. I've heard of you before. Quite a feat, considering the rock I prefer to live under."
Questions she should have asked before agreeing to bringing along the aging Jedi but the 'verse was an odd place. Things that were once normal no longer were. She had seen odd things in the space lanes in the past decade. Famous Jedi lowbrowing it with spacer types would be the least odd of those.
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