Getting off-world in time

[Gray Venasir]

The planet of Coruscant wasn't the most pleasant place in the Galaxy. Sure, the upper levels were alright, and it was a place off many interesting places and things. But when one looked past the first layer, both metaphorically and literally, the planet was garbage. The lower levels were swarming with all kinds of low-life, which even some smugglers were ashamed of. Alcoholics, drug-addicts, muggers, slavers. And that was just a few. So one could easily say Gray did not like to be on Coruscant. Which is why he was cursing on the whole trip there.

It so happened that he had some business to attend to on one of the lower Levels, business that could get him a good deal of Money. And Money was always a good negotiator. Gray had parked his ship at a little-used spaceport two Levels above the one he had business on, but he knew this spaceport was safe. It was the only spaceport he ever used when visiting this planet, for two reasons. The first was that it was local to the Places he was most likely to be on, and the second reason was that he had known the owner for many years. The owner had been a friend of Gray's father, and was one of very few who knew Gray's backstory.

The Meeting With his employer would hopefully end quick and easy, With Gray getting paid half when he left, and the rest when the job was Complete. It would most likely just be an easy smuggling job of some kind. Get some bottles of wine to Dantooine or a shipment of stun blasters, the normal Things. But Gray also had to Stock up on some Things while on Coruscant, which is why he hoped he would get half on accepting the job. Only bad thing: this Level of Coruscant was also swarming With thieves and pickpockets.

[member="Anne Markel"]

 

[Anne Markel]

Coruscant, ah the city planet. The place where everyone in the galaxy wanted to be.. 'Where anybody who was anyone' made their start. While yes, this giant city forest looked attractive from the outside, and with its impressive population count many thought, Ah life must be easy on that world... Must be. Now, the honest story is of the underworld, as previously said, A den of crime and villainy, and for a rough living kind of girl like Anne, this was her favorite place in the whole galaxy, for now of course. Likewise, Anne had been starting to get sick of this hell hole, sure she loved crime and smuggling, but she wanted to do something with her life, and go somewhere, and when she got reports form her good old friend Sly-lo of a smuggler coming in for some job in 'such and such' district, she read that as.. an.. opportunity to finally leave this world.

Funny enough It didn't take the young woman long to make her way to the designated spaceport, dressed in her tight pants and shirt with her signature leather jacket on, She holstered her blaster pistol and leaned up against a wall watching as the usual pedestrians passed by. After minutes passed by Sly-lo had finally sent her the signal of the smuggler entering the spaceport, having eyes trained on the skies around the Coruscant underworld airspace, Anne knew at this point it was simply just the waiting game now. She watched out for any suspicious figures, waiting.. For minutes the casual rabble passed by, aliens and scumbag humans, to her they were all the same, low lives in this low world. The typical "Death Sticks! Get your death sticks!" and "Want some spice..?" Passed by her.. and with this waiting, those offers began to get tempting.

Finally, He popped out, exiting from what seemed the exit of the spaceport into the Coruscant underworld, Anne knew this was her chance, and she had to go for it. She knew she'd also stand out like a sore thumb, the one well kept but also kind of dusty looking girl in the sea of messed up looking freaks. So, of course this trained rogue came prepared, with a hood. She tossed the hood over her head and kept a loose follow on the smuggler, not getting to close but checking him out from head to toes, Trying to see what he had on him.

[member="Gray Venasir"]

 

[Gray Venasir]

The spaceport wasn't far from the meeting place. Just a short walk, and you were there. It was to happen in a small, local and run-down cafe. This cafe was still in service, but the years hadn't been good to it, and it was mostly used to discreet meetings like this, or by people that had been thrown out of their houses and didn't know where to go. The good thing about the cafe was that the people there knew better than to eavesdrop, the personnel had recieved a beating more than once for doing that, but had learnt in the end.

Gray entered the cafe, and walked up to the counter. A woman who was working there stood behind it, ready to take his orders. She was around Gray's age, late twenties, and it seemed she was new there. What gave her away was the bruise she was trying to hide behind her hair on the left side of her temple. She had probably got it for serving the wrong people at the wrong time. "I'll take a coffee," said Gray, putting the Money on the Counter. Then he took out about the same amount and put Next to it. Lowering his voice to a whisper, he said: "Pour some Balmorran ale in, alright. This stays between us," he showed the Money closer. "And you should get the bruise checked."

Turning around, Gray spotted his employer. Giving the waitress the extra Money wasn't only to help her With the shit job she had, it was also a trick to find anyone looking for you. When Gray talked With the waitress, his employer had began looking at him, and showing unusual compassion like that fooled him to not look away when Gray turned around. Thus making it easier for Gray to find him.

Sliding Down in the seat opposite his employer, Gray took of his hat. Gray was wearing what he usually wore when going to Meetings like this: a pair of very dark Brown leather boots, black pants With a belt holding his holsters and pistols, a black shirt With a Brown jacket over, and on his head was his broad brimmed hat. "So, what is it you need where?" asked Gray right away. The man sitting opposite him looked at him dazed. "Right on to business I see," he replied after a moment. "Well, I have a few boxes of powder, varying sorts, that I have agreed to get to Ididonia. I have a buyer there, that has promised good Money if it gets there safely. The boxes are in my hangar, not far from Yours I'd presume. Number 302. If you get it there, You will recieve 12000 credits. What say you?" 120000 credits were a lot for a simple job like this. Something was probably up, but now was not the time to think about that. Gray took the other mans arm and shook it. "You have a deal. But I'll take half the price up front now." There was a short pause as Gray's coffee arrived. He thanked the waitress, who was smiling to him, and drank half the cup at once. "I can give you a Third," the other said, pulling up a sack of credits and giving it to Gray. Gray opened it and counted, nodding when done. He drank the rest of his coffee, and took his leave.

Now, the only thing he had left to do on Coruscant was to buy what he needed there. It wasn't many Things, but they were pricey or hard to get on other planets. Walking from the cafe, he couldn't shake away a feeling that he was being watched, but tried to say to himself it was just paranioa.

[member="Anne Markel"]