Sneakin' in a Box

[Chask274]

The Second Chance sat on a landing pad on Nar Shadaa. Through the YT-1930's open boarding ramp, a male voice could be heard shouting at something. "I don't give a Bantha's shab what it said to you, you should know better than to get into a fight with a buzz droid, especially near an open power conduit. You're lucky as hell your memory wasn't completely wiped, and even luckier that I was able to find some extra help in time. Stupid bucket of bolts..."

Eric strolled down the ramp of his freighter, dressed in his typical flightsuit, taking a sip from his trusty hip flask. Sighing in exasperation, Eric leaned against one of the ship's forward landing struts, waiting for the other Cartel member to show up. Even for a high stakes job like this, Eric would normally only need the assistance of his astromech, R2-74. However, a recent encounter with a buzz droid had ended with '74 being severely electrocuted. While '74 himself was fine, some of the programs he had that were critical to helping run the ship had been corrupted by the resulting power surge, leaving Eric concerned with his ability to perform correctly. With the upcoming job limiting the time he had to hunt down a copy of the needed software, the smuggler had elected to simply request for some help from other Cartel members.

While he waited, Eric mulled over the details of the job a bit. The first proper smuggling job he'd had in a while, Eric was happy to be able to just fly again, and not have to be tracking down anything(or anyone) or shooting up someplace. Relatively speaking, it was an easy job, just a straight shot deep into Imperial territory to drop-off of a pair of unmarked crates. The trick would be getting past Imperial border patrols without getting boarded and searched. He just hoped this time would end up better than the last time he was Imperial space.

Glancing at his wrist computer's chrono, Eric noted that it was just a few minutes before the predetermined meeting time. Figuring that he may as well start loading the cargo, Eric turned to one of the two durasteel crates and hefted it onto his shoulder before lugging it into the ship. Stowing it in one of the two smuggling compartments within the ship, he stepped back outside.

"This other person better show up soon..."

Spoiler: Ship Layout

 

[Alana Lynn]

Giving herself some time in the distance to study this one she would be working with, after all she wasn't just some run of the mill tough girl. No she had feelings and well there might be a few things that one could call disadvantages. One being her eye sight in pour lighted areas. Even then she moved with the crowd as if the blend in with them to be unseen for the time being. Until hurt the right words, even then her voice was still soft spoken. "If this person don't show up what you do then load all this cargo by yourself."m as she raised her head just enough to let the hood come off her head part way.

Peeking from underneath was a golden blonde hair with those greenish eyes. "Well, well, just don't look at me like that, lets get this cargo on board." that was the first clue that might be more to met the eye on this little frame one. " Even I know how to pull my weight if need to for the people we work for, mmmm" , even so as she out a few boxes on a lifter before letting it take the boxes inside to be unload then to return to get some more. Even then she threw her head back towards him, "Its Alana, by the way there, boy." as she went on to busy herself before stopping long enough to get a few more words in. After all she wasn't given much details on this mission.