It seemed to be the right place. The boy had made it out of the chaser's reach, which meant he had a spare time, about thirty-five hours in total. It was odd to know that for once, he was able to spend more than half a day without having to worry about getting caught.
Well, to be completely honest, he had a job to do and all the time he had only made it easier. This place was where he was supposed to find an item he would have to bring to his contractor. He didn't typically transport things like these -- most of the time, he worked outside the law -- but he had to earn some money to pay for all the expenses.
He had stepped out of his starship with his backpack on his back, blaster on his belt and his breathing mask hanging around the neck. The typical gear he had with him.
The boy looked around, his eyes trying to find any signs to where he could get the item. He was in a place which didn't quite look like a forest, yet still had a lot of trees around. Maybe it was a park or so.
The contractor had been a fun woman, at least that's what he could tell by her voice and the way she talked. The short call didn't tell the boy a lot about who the woman was or why he wanted that item, but it did give him enough to wonder about.
Why would a person like that require Thel's service? Why would she want to have a smuggler do the work anybody else could? What really was the object he had to find and get to her?
He had no idea, but he loved the idea that the item was stolen from somebody and he was one of the only ways to get it past any kinds of security. Not the cleverest or the most unique way, but it was fun to imagine things like these. After all, it was the most fun he typically had on his journeys.
[ [member="Spencer Jacobs"] ]
Well, to be completely honest, he had a job to do and all the time he had only made it easier. This place was where he was supposed to find an item he would have to bring to his contractor. He didn't typically transport things like these -- most of the time, he worked outside the law -- but he had to earn some money to pay for all the expenses.
He had stepped out of his starship with his backpack on his back, blaster on his belt and his breathing mask hanging around the neck. The typical gear he had with him.
The boy looked around, his eyes trying to find any signs to where he could get the item. He was in a place which didn't quite look like a forest, yet still had a lot of trees around. Maybe it was a park or so.
The contractor had been a fun woman, at least that's what he could tell by her voice and the way she talked. The short call didn't tell the boy a lot about who the woman was or why he wanted that item, but it did give him enough to wonder about.
Why would a person like that require Thel's service? Why would she want to have a smuggler do the work anybody else could? What really was the object he had to find and get to her?
He had no idea, but he loved the idea that the item was stolen from somebody and he was one of the only ways to get it past any kinds of security. Not the cleverest or the most unique way, but it was fun to imagine things like these. After all, it was the most fun he typically had on his journeys.
[ [member="Spencer Jacobs"] ]
