Fabula Caromed
Belle of the Brawl
Terminus Shipping Port 416
For what might have been the first time ever, Fabula was offloading crates of cargo from her cargo freighter. Well...technically it was supposed to be a bounty hunting freighter, but either way, the Bloody Pilgrim had done neither for its entire, decades-long life. The rarely-used back ramp was down, revealing both of Fabs' Silk-5 speeder bikes and a mess of crates. The aging vessel's pilot sidled her way down to the deck with one huge crate over either shoulder, eventually dropping them on a cargo transporter nearby.
As she did, she tried her best to make pleasant conversation with the Aqualish man she was delivering to. Or rather, tried to keep up with the tirade the man was on. Truth be told, she'd tuned much of it out. Spaceport regulations, labor incentives...corporate jargon that her brain couldn't even begin to process if she'd wanted to. It was difficult to even keep polite responses coming, at this point.
"-and then the inspector tickets me for unlawful endangerment! I had to get my attorney to argue it down to 'involuntary,' but that trumped-up desk jockey back at Fondor central litigation still slapped me with a bill that'll cripple me for months." The Aqualish man gave a wet grunt and shook his head. "So here I am, hiding in some nowhere system to get my shipments snuck onto an unlisted ship by some fringer bimbo - no offense - because Fondor has some sort of grudge against legal, contractual indentured labor."
Fabula shrugged and dropped another several dozen kilos of crates off her right shoulder, then her left. "None taken, Mister Doe," the obnoxiously curvy Matukai replied with a casual, hollow smile. "You do seem to be in a difficult situation." Not the least of which was his poor attitude, likely. But it hardly mattered. She wouldn't have to deal with him for long. Just long enough to get some legitimate currency to use in wild space. ORC talons didn't grow on trees. At least not on any planet she'd been to so far.
The Aqualish man, introduced as "Jahn'Doe," gave a blustering sound and crossed his arms in a huff. "You got that right, sweetheart. But I'm guessing you don't care about any of that." He picked up a small case and tossed it to Fabula as she sat down the final crate, which had to be a hundred kilos on its own. She neither knew nor cared what was in it that weighed so much. "Here ya go. Local tender, just like you asked." With a quick nod, his face shifted slightly, and Fabula sensed satisfaction, so she had to assume that was what his species passed for a smile. "Quick and discrete, no questions asked. If every contractor was like you, I wouldn't be in this situation."
Fabula caught the case effortlessly and gave a polite smile and deep bow, hands clasped in front of her legs. "I can't disagree with you, Mister Doe. The galaxy would be a much simpler place if there were more simple people in it." Lie with a smile. She opened the case to count her earnings and, satisfied, closed it with a smile. "Do you need any more help moving that onto your own ship?"
[member="Rina-Jan Getchell"]
For what might have been the first time ever, Fabula was offloading crates of cargo from her cargo freighter. Well...technically it was supposed to be a bounty hunting freighter, but either way, the Bloody Pilgrim had done neither for its entire, decades-long life. The rarely-used back ramp was down, revealing both of Fabs' Silk-5 speeder bikes and a mess of crates. The aging vessel's pilot sidled her way down to the deck with one huge crate over either shoulder, eventually dropping them on a cargo transporter nearby.
As she did, she tried her best to make pleasant conversation with the Aqualish man she was delivering to. Or rather, tried to keep up with the tirade the man was on. Truth be told, she'd tuned much of it out. Spaceport regulations, labor incentives...corporate jargon that her brain couldn't even begin to process if she'd wanted to. It was difficult to even keep polite responses coming, at this point.
"-and then the inspector tickets me for unlawful endangerment! I had to get my attorney to argue it down to 'involuntary,' but that trumped-up desk jockey back at Fondor central litigation still slapped me with a bill that'll cripple me for months." The Aqualish man gave a wet grunt and shook his head. "So here I am, hiding in some nowhere system to get my shipments snuck onto an unlisted ship by some fringer bimbo - no offense - because Fondor has some sort of grudge against legal, contractual indentured labor."
Fabula shrugged and dropped another several dozen kilos of crates off her right shoulder, then her left. "None taken, Mister Doe," the obnoxiously curvy Matukai replied with a casual, hollow smile. "You do seem to be in a difficult situation." Not the least of which was his poor attitude, likely. But it hardly mattered. She wouldn't have to deal with him for long. Just long enough to get some legitimate currency to use in wild space. ORC talons didn't grow on trees. At least not on any planet she'd been to so far.
The Aqualish man, introduced as "Jahn'Doe," gave a blustering sound and crossed his arms in a huff. "You got that right, sweetheart. But I'm guessing you don't care about any of that." He picked up a small case and tossed it to Fabula as she sat down the final crate, which had to be a hundred kilos on its own. She neither knew nor cared what was in it that weighed so much. "Here ya go. Local tender, just like you asked." With a quick nod, his face shifted slightly, and Fabula sensed satisfaction, so she had to assume that was what his species passed for a smile. "Quick and discrete, no questions asked. If every contractor was like you, I wouldn't be in this situation."
Fabula caught the case effortlessly and gave a polite smile and deep bow, hands clasped in front of her legs. "I can't disagree with you, Mister Doe. The galaxy would be a much simpler place if there were more simple people in it." Lie with a smile. She opened the case to count her earnings and, satisfied, closed it with a smile. "Do you need any more help moving that onto your own ship?"
[member="Rina-Jan Getchell"]
