Of the small number of rules Amea and Evie had made, one of the big ones was avoiding getting involved in major conflicts. These days it felt like barely a month could pass before some conflict was erupting somewhere in the galaxy. Especially when the larger factions declared war on another.
War was messy, especially so for the individuals that get caught in the middle of it. So why not avoid it completely and keep to your own little thing in the expansive galaxy?
Many would call that simple common sense.
Evelyn Shaw called it wasting opportunities. Sure, she wasn’t exactly going to be jumping in to ‘fight the good fight’, but in her eyes it would be
criminal to not skirt the edges and scope out potential opportunities for profit.
That’s what brought her to Taris today. She had been keeping tabs on the more recent conflict that had struck the planet. And upon hearing that a number of the pirates' ships had crashed within the city, the smuggler practically had credits in her eyes. So many opportunities to find valuable salvage.
While Amea was away on her own business, Evelyn wasn’t alone. She was accompanied by the towering form of BT-7, a commando droid that the smuggler had ‘procured’ from his previous owner some time ago.
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Again, I must point out how reckless this whole thing is.”
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I know BT, as you’ve said…five times already.” The white-haired smuggler let out a sigh as she turned to face him. Despite the droid not being able to ‘think’ per se, she somehow knew exactly what he was thinking. “
Are you worried that Amea might actually decommission you this time, for letting me go along with this plan?”
BT’s unmoving optics just stared down at her.
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Yes.”
Evelyn let out an amused snort, turning back around. “
Don’t worry BT, if anything she’ll admonish me for taking risks. She loves me too much to do that to you, probably. Besides, she knows how I am.”
They had already procured a nice bit of salvage. Metals both valuable and frequently sought after. Electronics like power cells, hell even a few data cards and discs, of which were a gamble in themselves. Sometimes they were rubbish, others were highly valuable to the right customer.
All they needed to do was avoid the pirates, Alliance forces and whatever the hell just landed in drop pods and took the fight immediately to the former. For now, their little section of the downed ship was devoid of conflict. But Evelyn knew that wouldn’t last forever.
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Come on, let’s keep going. We’re on the clock now.” With that, the duo made a dash down the corridor they were in.