RC 212
HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPO!
Location: Kwenn
[member="Thalia Kaia"]
They were on it again. This time Zorlac had updated the manifest and given him a better shot. He was still about ten thousand credits in the hole from the first time, but the thought of losing his prized smuggler made the Hutt's stomach turn. Nar Shaada had paid off about half of that debt and now he was playing errand boy for the rest.
Dak Caren his scrawny little first mate sat secondary to Kaia, a young girl he had taken on at port. They going to run the Mara Corridor straight into the heart of the beast. They were headed to the Techno Union Capitol world with about two thousand disruptor rifles hidden in crates below the decks. Where they were going to, Jack didn't much care. He suspected local Swoop gangs set up by another Syndicate.
The spacer ran his hand through the mop of hair on his head as the Kessels Pride lifted off, engines burning a bright contrail against the sky. They were a few minute from jumping. It was going to be a long jump too, which made him a little uneasy, but Jack never showed nerves, and never counted odds.
Moderation was for cowards.
"Ready Dak?"
"Ready Skip, who's this?"
"Ah Kaia why don't you introduce yourself to young Dak here. I'm sure the squirt would love to hear you talk. He chatters up a storm. While you're at increase burn to sixty percent and change heading to ,mark zero five by six five."
[member="Thalia Kaia"]
They were on it again. This time Zorlac had updated the manifest and given him a better shot. He was still about ten thousand credits in the hole from the first time, but the thought of losing his prized smuggler made the Hutt's stomach turn. Nar Shaada had paid off about half of that debt and now he was playing errand boy for the rest.
Dak Caren his scrawny little first mate sat secondary to Kaia, a young girl he had taken on at port. They going to run the Mara Corridor straight into the heart of the beast. They were headed to the Techno Union Capitol world with about two thousand disruptor rifles hidden in crates below the decks. Where they were going to, Jack didn't much care. He suspected local Swoop gangs set up by another Syndicate.
The spacer ran his hand through the mop of hair on his head as the Kessels Pride lifted off, engines burning a bright contrail against the sky. They were a few minute from jumping. It was going to be a long jump too, which made him a little uneasy, but Jack never showed nerves, and never counted odds.
Moderation was for cowards.
"Ready Dak?"
"Ready Skip, who's this?"
"Ah Kaia why don't you introduce yourself to young Dak here. I'm sure the squirt would love to hear you talk. He chatters up a storm. While you're at increase burn to sixty percent and change heading to ,mark zero five by six five."