You Just Made Your Last Delivery, Kid.

[H.A.R.D.L.I.N.E]

Abregado Rae was by most definitions a hellhole, atleast for the more law abiding citizens of the galaxy. Long a central hub for smugglers and other nomadic lowlifes, partially due to limited regulation, and partially due to authorities turning the other way. Regardless, HARDLINE had business here.

He was meeting up with a fixer named Benny, somebody who HARDLINE barely trusted, but was forced to rely upon regardless. He knew from some borrowed records that he was planning to do something unscrupulous today at their meeting, HARDLINE was going to have to teach him a lesson in ticking him off. First, he had Delta with him, if she wasn't enough for him and his goons, he had quite a few other tricks up his sleeve. Honestly, he was hoping that Benny would try something, he didn't want all the preparation to go to waste.

HARDLINE was disguised as an older gentleman in a fine cut suit, with Delta beside him in her usual attire. She surveyed the spaceport as they walked down towards Landing Pad 6, looking to Hardline without a hint of fear in her eyes.

"This place is dangerous." She said, in a cold monotone.

"I know, I don't intend to linger long. I just have some business to take care of."

The Landing pad was a wide open space, and on it sat a large freighter. It was raining heavily, thunder racketing the skies and wetting the ground. Delta pulled out an umbrella, covering herself and her master.

Benny stood in front of his ship, a smirk on his face and several goons by his side. Despite their size, they were no match physically for Delta, or even Hardline for that matter, but he knew that Benny, while not the smartest, was no fool. He would try something, and HARDLINE had to be ready.

 

[Ty Zashal]

The rain was making it troublesome to navigate the spaceport.

Warmth was only maintained with the help of a jacket, with it's fur-lined inside helping make the rain more tolerable despite the relentless downpour. He had his hood up, arms folded and hunched over while the rain repeatedly hit him. Rough winds and thunder sounding off in the distance only made him want to get to his ship faster, but in rain like this and with the usual shady inhabitants about the place, he didn't want to risk tripping over and landing right on his face. It had already been a long time dealing with the inhabitants of this world, native Gados included, which was all so tiresome that even a brisk jog was all too draining on the little energy he had left. It only made Ty long for the comfort and heat of his ship all the more, the old ship at least could keep him dry from all this rain, the metal hallways and lived-in interior actually seeming cozy compared to the current weather.

Eventually he'd arrive at his landing pad, walking up in the cold rain and...

This wasn't his landing pad.

"Ah hell." he grumbled, seeing how there was a massive freighter and quite the shady group of individuals gave the impression there was business being attended to. It wasn't unusual to run into business like this...well, just about anywhere in Ty's case. But it was never a welcoming sight, the tension only increased at seeing two groups having a deal. It always felt like anything could happen, especially the worst things, with a few words, credits or needed supplies determining if you'd live or die...

But despite how unpleasant the weather was and how frightening it was to be so close to possibly dangerous business, it did have an allure, a curiosity unable to be sated by the imagination and that could leave someone like Ty dissatisfied if the situation went unwatched and without conclusion. So, he stayed out of curiosity, but shifted off to the side hiding behind anything the environment provided- a wall, a couple of boxes, a pillar, whatever he could find. Peering out from behind his cover with his hood up in the rain, curiosity keeping him motivated to stay his place and see what would happen next. The risk of something going wrong was apparent and real, but what kept him alive in his line of work was that things did go wrong, and when they went wrong, there was a chance of money to be made.