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It struck Athir as a bit ironic almost, he had grown up hearing nothing of the glory of the republic, yet they seemed too focused only on fighting the Sith that they never bothered to deal with the rats in their own metaphorical living room. The zabrak's green eyes continued to watch as the planet slowly rotated, recalling to himself how he had wound up here of all places.
After his incident on Taydoria, the Hutts seemed to trust him enough to let him try his hand at something only marginally more dangerous than smuggling Firespray from Coruscant: smuggling Spice from Kessel to Coruscant. Athir may have been a novice smuggler, a small fry in a massive and profitable business, but even he knew the dangers of this route. Patrols, piracy, asteroids and more plauged the hyperspace route from the outer rim to the core worlds. Still, the money was good, damn good- and if there was one thing that Athir cared about, it was making some damn good damn good money.
The sound of footsteps behind him caused the zabrak to stir, he had been told by one of the Hutt contacts to wait in a meeting room located in the ViP level of the station. He'd be finding out the details of this trip soon enough. Hopefully it'd be for the better, he felt paranoid looking down at the enslaved planet beneath him.
@Zay