Delila Castillon
#OldRedheadsReign
"I WANT TO WATCH MY LITTLE ROPO! MY. LITTLE. ROPO."
The kid directly next to her in the aisle was throwing a fit. Screaming. Kicking things, including her mother. Now there was a throwing of CIS Value Brand Talon-Os, the little circles of cereal being tossed into the aisles. One landed in her hair, Delila reaching up to pick it out of her flame red hair and popping it into her mouth. She was normally a fan of Wookiee Crisp, highly unhealthy and just sugar laden little 'cookies' disguised as a healthy breakfast food.
As the child continued to scream, Dells looked at her chronometer. Only one glorious hour left in their flight, then the real work began. The work? Laying the groundwork and eventually pulling off the theft of a vessel from a massive shipyard. Yes, she was taking public transportation to steal a craft.
Not that the company would miss it. From what she could gather the ship she was after was older and in their 'scrap heap' program so to speak. She would be trolling the large private salvage yards owned by the company containing vessels contracted for governments. The redhead assumed they kept some vessels around to draw from in case the contract was renewed or someone with big enough pockets came along and demanded the same model be made. It was perfect for someone like herself. Older models fit in well in the areas she frequented. Had to fit, move about seamlessly.
Yet this wasn't a solo venture, that she knew from stealing ships before. Hence why she hired someone from what she understood was the Rogue Protocol. Made her nervous too when she met the contact - it was a kid. Well, a kid in comparison to how old she was. If she had known, probably would have backed out of the deal all together. It wasn't the type of job to exactly mentor someone on, but maybe she got lucky with a street urchin instead.
Elbowing the kid, she grinned and inclined her head past, at the slumped over man in the third seat, snoring extremely loudly. It was starting to compete with the Ropo Girl in volume. Another wave of Talon-Os was volleyed in their direction, raining small discs down.
"Having fun?"