Private Never Do A Spice Run

[Kahlil Noble]

As a spacer there was one kind of run that could get a lot of credits real quick. The Spice Run. Kahlil had done only two of these before, and every time he felt like he was in constant danger. It was as high risk high reward as it could go. Pirates, gangsters, governments. All wanted to take the spice for themselves to sell or use. Spice was drugs, sure, but it was what they could be made into that had the Jedi Knight so willing to risk it. The Eclipse Rebels needed the medicine. War was taxing, and while he was trying to get some kind of cease fire between them and the Eternal Empire, he also couldn't turn a blind eye to the wounded.

Enter The Bastion carrying hundreds of credits worth of spice. He sat in the center room of his ship, idly scrolling through the holonet on possible upgrades for his freighter. It was run of the mill, if spacious and fast. Right now, there were no problems. R6 was handling the micro jumps on the path he was taking to get back to the Rebels. For the most part it was a safe journey. The route was rarely used, and certainly not by any of the major governments. The real problem was coming up.

Dead space. Part of the jump was coming out in the middle of nowhere to turn back on another route. It was only a couple minutes, but the dead space was notorious for having pirates. Multiple of these side routes met in the one place. It was the least dangerous way to do this run, but those couple of minutes of changing course were more than enough for pirates to take him out. Or board his ship. He let out a sigh as R6 came over the coms with the warning.

They were about to drop out.

The Jedi got up from his seat, leaving his saber by the couch. If he needed it, well. Things would have to go very, very poorly. Better to not chance luck. He slid into the pilot's seat, taking over the controls. "Alright buddy. You ready? Soon as we drop you punch those numbers in." The red colored R unit beeped an affirmation. It was rare for the droid not to give Kahlil some kind of sass. Really showed just how serious this was.

"Here we go.." He flipped down the switch and the color of hyperspace was gone. They were in dead space. Time was ticking.

Stacy Nairne

 

[Stacy Nairne]

wearing: xXx
tag: Kahlil Noble

Never do a spice run alone - that was smuggling 1-0-1.

That should have been the very, very, first thing anybody learned when breaking into the criminal underworld. It was basic chit. Even Stacy had known that and she was a pirate, not a smuggler. But luckily for her others did not and those people made for easy targets, and easy money, especially when they dropped out of hyper-speed in the dead of space, right in her way. Sure, she wasn't an amazing pilot; others could have done the job faster and with more grace. But it was a few minutes in the dead of space and that was all that was needed.

But god was it boring waiting for something, anything, to happen. So when the scanners started beeping a warning about an approaching ship, she came skidding through the halls and dropped into the pilots seat with a gleeful expression. Stacy grabbed the controls and yanked on them roughly, clearly not understanding that steering a ship took a certain amount of skill, and moved the 'borrowed' freighter into position. The plan was to hook the other ship, prevent and escape, she just had to hit the mark, time it right.

Three-two-one... there it was.

“Hope your ready to be boarded... and robbed.” Stacy mused to herself as she started to move the old freighter. Sure, there would be an impact but it was a good enough distraction for her to board. Sure she wasn't a particularly good at piloting or hacking, but she was a damn good pirate, stealing from the rich and the poor. And not at all intimidated about what might be waiting on the other ship. It was just another job to her. And anyone dumb enough to do a spice run along wasn't going to be much of a challenge. It would only be a minute before the explosion of a smoke grenade would announced her arrival seconds before her boots touched down in the other persons ship.

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"You got those coordinates in y-" His voice trailed off as he felt something hook into his ship. Crap. Just.. Crap. He immediately got up from his chair to rush towards where he was certain the pirates would come from. He snatched up his saber from the Force, readying up his saber just incase they came in blasting. But only just in case. The explosion of smoke brought a frown. Then a curious brow as Stacy Nairne stepped on board.

And no one else.

"So.. How can I help ya this fine.. Evening?"

 

[Stacy Nairne]

wearing: xXx
tag: Kahlil Noble

Chit. This was the only word going through her mind as smoke poured into the room around them. There had been a moment, a split second, when their eyes had met, he'd seen her face, and she'd seen his. Stacy'd never been very good at detonating them at the right time. His question, the calmness with which he spoke, almost caught her off guard. "No, no," she said, her own voice chipper, with a certain mischief to it. "I'm just window shopping, browsing, ya know."

The thumping of her boots was loud as she approached at a run, raising an arm above her and bringing it down with the intention of slamming the barrel of the slug-throwing into his check, hopefully knocking him out cold. Stacy wasn't against some idle chit-chat but not knowing who else lurked on the ship, she didn't want to run the risk of him alerting the others and her being overpowered.

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Kahlil blinked slowly as Stacy Nairne came forward. It was obvious she was a pirate, but what was her goal here? Take the ship alone? There was a loud smack as the barrel impacted flesh, but it froze there. The smoke would clear around them both, a dead zone like the eye of a storm at the same moment. He caught the barrel of her gun in his hand, his eyes glancing to it curiously.

"A slug thrower?" He seemed mildly surprised. He never had a chance to see a slug thrower in person. How it was chambered, designed. All of it was so new. And he was already vastly curious. "What's the model?"

 

[Stacy Nairne]

wearing: xXx
tag: Kahlil Noble

There was a moment, a brief, fleeting moment, when she was stunned silent, which was very unusual for the chatty blonde. And then her eyes narrowed. Sure, she wasn't the strongest person in the galaxy but she'd pistol whipped a few people into unconsciousness because most people couldn't catch her mid-swing like it was nothing. The expression of her face was harsh, and mildly annoyed. "So," she began, ignoring his question. "Jedi or Sith?"

It was presumptuous but Stacy was assuming it was a Force thing. Force Users tended to have advanced strength, which was infuriating as all hell some days. She would wait long enough for him to answer, give a minute for him to let his guard down. At the same time she'd offer a charismatic and fake smile, before throwing a punch at his body, intending to collide with his solar plexus and bring him to his knees.