Nothing Like a Bad Idea Gone Worse

[Corvetta Salvo]

Corvetta crossed her arms, annoyed that this guy seemed to be so interested in her cargo instead of waving her through like most people did. She had gotten through customs with bigger cases than this one without so much as a bat of an eye. "You realize there are some harmful rays that can get through other metals, right?" While that was true, it had no application in this case. But she at least hoped she was convincing enough.

Then Zreame spoke up, and the pilot turned around to face her passenger. What are you thinking, girl? Hopefully nothing that they would end up regretting.

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[Zreame Ithrac Zeibitha]

The man grunted a little, his face showed that he was annoyed over the fact he couldn't get the girl to bribe him to let them through. "pifft fine go on through..." He said as he then wobbled away to the next one that wanted to come into the space port.

Zreame stared a little at the man walking away and then at the trailer. "There isn't anything harmful inside it... is there?" She then asked looking a little unnerved by what [member="Corvetta Salvo"] had hinted at towards the customs officer.

 

[Corvetta Salvo]

The smuggler took care not to gun the bike forward lest she provoke the guard to call them back and open up the trailer for real. Lightly coasting along the route to the cargo ship port, Corvetta subdued any expressions that might betray the bother that man had caused her. That had been a bit of a close experience in comparison to the majority of her cargo checks.

Anything harmful in the case? No, she could honestly say there was not. "Not at all. Just a lot of liquor is all." Zreame did not need to know about the corpse. It was harmless in itself, but the less her passenger knew, the better. Talkers need not be risked.

Entering the freighter section of the spaceport, Corvetta brought the speeder bike into dock F-5, scooting on in through the loading doors and coasting to the bottom of the wider of the YT-2400's two ramps. She glanced up at the marred hull of the Corellian model transport with a loving look in her eyes, appreciating each nick and scratch that was evident on the exterior. The young girl was starting to show some character. "Here she is," the pilot introduced. "The Lost Cause."

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[Zreame Ithrac Zeibitha]

Zreame looked a bit relieved when [member="Corvetta Salvo"] drove away from the space ports entrance and also because she was told it was just liquor, though she had never heard of liquor being transported in Durinium casings. Bah... that was a problem for another day.
Once at the Lost cause, Zreame stared at it with wide eyes. "This ship is ancient!" She said with a wide smile as she walked around the ship, looking over every nick, scratch, and crevice. "So how have you been able to keep this baby running all these years.... how have you been able to get all the parts for that matter." She asked then as she walked up to Corvetta and looked a little like a kid with a present in it's hand on Christmas morn.

 

[Corvetta Salvo]

(Sorry about the delay. Hope you're still interested in continuing!)


Corvetta's grin grew wider and wider as she observed her guest's reaction to meeting her love. "Truth is, I've only had her for a few ticks now. She's my dream can, and I take the best care of 'er as I can."

Zreame did make a good point about finding parts for something of this variety. Though it was not quite as difficult of a task as one might think. "Well, she's got some mods 'n' a little sway here and there. Though you can still find thousands like her in boneyards. Corellian made them upwards of a few bil, and they're reliable enough. Custom part shops by the handful in the smuggler's rim. Mantell is the hotspot since Corellia..." The pilot frowned and brushed back her hair in habit, bowing in reverence--though very much annoyed by the loss of Smuggler Paradise. Across the galaxy, people were still mourning.

"Well, let's get dustin', right?" She kicked the speeder bike into gear again, slowly making way up the freight ramp. "I don't know about you, but I'm not plannin' on staying too long."

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[Zreame Ithrac Zeibitha]

(No problem at all CX)

Zreame smiled and then nodded to [member="Corvetta Salvo"] as she was going up the freight ramp. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed the man that had thrown her into traffic was walking in the space port. With a slight worried look before she changed to look peppy as she skipped into the ship. "Well no time like the present!" She said with a smile as she hurried into the ship to make sure that she wouldn't be seen at all.

 

[Corvetta Salvo]

Corvetta brought the speeder bike to a standstill upon mounting the ramp and easing into its storage cubby. She detached the trailer and then affixed the bike to a clamp before switching off its repulsors to avoid any jouncing around in-flight. She then tugged the trailer into its own depression of the spacious cargo hold's floor. The hold was rather empty compared to how it looked on most hauls, with just a handful of yellow and metallic-colored crates holding basic supplies and a few shipments' worth of commercial bacta capsules.

Turning about, the pilot noticed Zreame's extra enthusiasm in getting aboard and felt a fire burning inside her. It was not often that Corvetta found people who appreciated flying aboard her ship. This made her instantly like her guest. "Let's burn, then!"

The smuggler jogged over to the ramp operation switches and brought the gangway upwards and airlocked. They were ready to get out of here as soon as the engines were fired up. "Come on, girl!" she shouted behind her as she dashed down the corridors and towards the cockpit. "Let's get her crankin'!"

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[Zreame Ithrac Zeibitha]

Zreame watched patiently as [member="Corvetta Salvo"] placed her bike and trailer to their respective locations and then brought up the landing ramp, bringing a little sense of relief to Zreame. "Burn?" She had to ask since she wasn't that use to spacer slang and the thought of burning up in the ship wasn't really that appealing to the Cernun, though as soon as Corvetta ran down the corridor she smiled and ran after her. "Let's get of this ball then." She said with a smile as she followed Corvetta into the cockpit and took the seat next to her in the copilot seat.

Zreames tail was wagging a little behind her as she smiled wide at the thought of seeing space again.

 

[Corvetta Salvo]

The pilot nearly hurled herself into her seat at the dash and twirled herself around to face the viewport and the sky that was awaiting them upon exiting of the hangar. She flicked on a few initial ignition systems and allowed the engine to warm up with a pleasant hum before lifting Lost Cause off the ground. "Takes a minute or so to fire 'er up. If you ride with a pilot who guns it off the first trigger, I'd ditch their bucket fast as possible. They're smokin' their repulsors that way." Corvetta had been in this business for a couple decades now. It sufficed to say that she had a good idea on what she was doing in the cockpit.

"If ya wanna radio in for our clearance, go 'head," Corvetta prodded, pointing at the comms toggle. "Just tell 'em we're ready to dust and ask for our ascent vector. It's that easy." The smuggler grabbed the control yoke and beamed a confident smile at her tailed co-pilot.

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