Pidge shifted excitedly on the bench. The hover train was another five minutes away, according to the scrolling sign above the station. The air smelled of opportunity. Actually, it more likely smelled of the fried food of vendors, but opportunity was close enough.
The unsuspecting people of Thyferra had no idea they had a scoundrel in their midst. Daughter of Zaa Fenn, last standing of the Mothkari, reality holonet star. Other businesses might consider her scattered loyalties a detraction from the twi’lek’s potential, but to the Syndicates, they were an asset. Flexibility and turning coat paid well. Not to mention, the more organizations she had been in, the more contacts she had. Many of the contacts were dead, sure, but that was because they got too messy. Pidge liked to keep it fun: light embezzlement, minor hacking, and the occasional fling with the galaxy-renowned Dr. Morata.
At least that was how it had been before. Who was she kidding, it had only been one night with the woman. The eager fidgeting stopped. Syndicate organization was in shambles and Zaa Fenn had split. Pidge felt once again a little girl working nights at the cantinas and days at the Med Center, scraping together time to work on her failing tech business. She now worked, at least for the time being, for Nor’baal. The Hutts wanted ways into the ISC, and there was no better place to start than one of the main producers of bacta. The only shame was that it wasn’t spice.
She glanced up again for the estimated time of arrival. Three minutes. The teal Twi’lek rose and started towards a vendor. Uncertainty and fear only grew on an empty stomach.
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