Illegal substances lead to... issues

[Usa'ar Obath]

Location - Dantooine airspace

Usa'ar breathed a sigh of relief as the transport ship entered the Dantooine atmosphere and got clearance to land. This was nice. No Sith, no space warfare, no troubles of any sort, really. It was the ideal mission, and a nice change of pace for him, too. All he had to do was transport the cargo in the hold of the ship to a contact on Dantooine, and he'd be paid well. He didn't know what was in the vast amount of crates, and really didn't feel like asking either.

The ship cut through the atmospheric layers of the planet and slowed greatly. Usa'ar found the spaceport on his radar and gently turned the large craft in its direction. All that was between him and his destination were pleasant rolling fields and lakes. "Almost done with this job," he said to no one in particular. "A simple job."

[member="Pravis Sharman"]

 

[Pravis Sharman]

Pravis leaned back against the cold, metal wall as he cursed under his breath. The Kaleesh was starting to regret accepting this job. His client made it out that he was going to do some bodyguard work, not making sure some hoodlums didn't sell spice around here. It was aggravating to have to constantly escort drunken slobs from the establishment and having to scold some idiotic teenagers.

"HEY EVERYBODY, WHO WANTS SOME SPICE?"

Pravis quickly turned to the screaming Trandoshan. With one quick glare and some slight brandishing of his shotgun, the dealer quickly backed off. While it was annoying, he was glad that his temporary employment was nearly over.

"Should be easy, it's just a simple job." Pravis mumbled.


[member="Usa'ar Obath"]

 

[Usa'ar Obath]

"Clearance to land in pad 14b," the voice said as it crackled over the intercom. Usa'ar nosed the ship down and into the maze of landing pads and located his platform. Engaging the landing gear and reversing the thrusters, the cargo ship groaned as it touched the ground and transferred its weight. Usa'ar slid his helmet off and shut down the ship. He really only had to ensure the cargo was delivered, but he liked to stay a night or two on the planets he visited.

Walking off the ramp of the ship, Usa'ar accompanied a attendant to the cargo hold, filled with crates stacked upon each other. "Cargo? We have to clear it," the short attendant said. "Yeah, yeah, cargo," Usa'ar mumbled as they approached one of the boxes. He had planned this earlier, hoping it would work. One of the boxes was his own, full of spare parts. This would be the decoy. Usa'ar wouldn't call himself a smuggler, but he had to be careful in case one of his jobs just so happened to include smuggling. Scanning the crate thoroughly, the attendant seemed satisfied. "Spare parts for ships and weapons. Good. My crew will help you move the cargo," he said as he turned and signaled to some men lounging nearby.

Usa'ar hid his relief as the small ruse worked. The hard part was over. Now he could relax.

[member="Pravis Sharman"]

 

[Pravis Sharman]

The worst part about working by a spaceport was the pilots. There was a constant and steady stream of tired and bitter captains starting fights, breaking property, and spewing the contents of their meal all over the all-ready grimy floor. Pravis gazed out a slime-covered window and saw a ship pulling into to land.

"Great. Just karkin' perfect." The Kaleesh groaned.

He watched [member="Usa'ar Obath"] get checked by security at the port, and unload his cargo with a bored and genial interest.

"Good, I don't need any more problems here." Pravis huffed.

 

[Usa'ar Obath]

Usa'ar watched as one by one the illegal cargo was carried off by workers to be stored. The employer would then take it from there and Usa'ar would be transferred a nice amount of credits. All seemed to be going well. However, Usa'ar always kept his DC-18 rifle slung on his shoulder. Run-ins with Sith and pirates had left him to become a well-prepared man. One stubby alien worker had just lifted the last of the crates and was carrying it away when he tripped over his feet and the box crashed on the ground, spilling its contents. Fresh, valuable and extremely illegal spice flooded the pavement. Merde.

Usa'ar knew he was in a bad position. If it wasn't for that little midget creature, he would've been fine. Now the whole shipment was going to be seized and he would be detained. He couldn't let that happen. Usa'ar quickly clicked off the safety of his rifle, but kept it at bay. The dock workers all seemed frozen at the discovery of the illegal substances. I hope there aren't any guards.

[member="Pravis Sharman"]