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Basilisk quietly landed down on Kuat, in a simple hangar built for refit and repair. He breathed in deeply then walked outside and greeted the dock manager.
"Hello good sir, please repair and clean my vessel. Do not under any circumstances enter the vessel and touch anything. Just make sure it's engines are good and everything in working order." Basilisk paid the money required and then walked away outside into the busy streets or Kuat's capitol.
He entered a simple cantina and sat. He drank a glass of water and watched the crowd. There were mostly dock workers and some beings with no purpose but pleasure. Basilisk assumed it was a cool down place, for the workers on weekends to blow their paychecks. Then he started to listen in on conversations, not nice but interesting.
"Hey, Driz, hear about that ship that just landed?"
"Wait, someone could hear us."
"No, they are way to drunk to care. Dockmaster is going to sell it off to some chop shop and anything that can be used for information, he's going to sell to the black market."
"Well we all need money these days. War isn't easy on us people."
"We should do something about it. It's the tenth ship this month, and there will be more."
"You go ahead, I don't wanna lose my job by speaking up." The two gentlemen kept drinking, apparently any thoughts of rebelling were gone.
Basilisk decided it was time to leave, and get his ship off here.
"Hello good sir, please repair and clean my vessel. Do not under any circumstances enter the vessel and touch anything. Just make sure it's engines are good and everything in working order." Basilisk paid the money required and then walked away outside into the busy streets or Kuat's capitol.
He entered a simple cantina and sat. He drank a glass of water and watched the crowd. There were mostly dock workers and some beings with no purpose but pleasure. Basilisk assumed it was a cool down place, for the workers on weekends to blow their paychecks. Then he started to listen in on conversations, not nice but interesting.
"Hey, Driz, hear about that ship that just landed?"
"Wait, someone could hear us."
"No, they are way to drunk to care. Dockmaster is going to sell it off to some chop shop and anything that can be used for information, he's going to sell to the black market."
"Well we all need money these days. War isn't easy on us people."
"We should do something about it. It's the tenth ship this month, and there will be more."
"You go ahead, I don't wanna lose my job by speaking up." The two gentlemen kept drinking, apparently any thoughts of rebelling were gone.
Basilisk decided it was time to leave, and get his ship off here.