Drakkett's Droids
Lower City, Nar Shaddaa
Zap! Vara cursed in Huttese as she felt the light electrical discharge from a capacitor on the protocol droid she was working on shock her. There must have been a secondary power source installed in this model, she tossed down the wrench she was using onto the weathered workbench and shouted in the direction of the backroom. "I'm taking a smoke break!"
Drakkett didn't respond, but that wasn't out of the ordinary. She knew him most her life and knew he never cared for her smoking habits, but he never let it get in the way of the work. Despite Vara's run-in with the law on more than a few occasions, she was an excellent worker and excelled in the general field of electronics. The underworld nature of Vara's upbringing also helped with procurement of inventory. While Drakkett didn't deal in stolen items, being an honest businessman on the Smuggler's Moon was difficult. Shipments would get 'lost', and end up on competitor's shelves, and that was what had happened in the most recent shipment from Tatooine.
Vara lit a cigarette up as she made her way to the front of the building. There was no fresh air on Nar Shaddaa, but leaving the droid shop at least got the smell of oil and rust out of her nose. She took this opportunity to unlock her datapad, checking any missed messages and hoping to see if there was any response to an ad she placed the other day on the holonet. It read;
"Seeking 1+ individual to assist in transit and moving of inventory. Must be strong and willing to get hands dirty. Temp Job at Drakkett's Droids on Nar Shaddaa. Apply in person."
It was vague enough as to not arouse too much suspicion, while hopefully still catching one of the more morally grey-types on the Moon. It was simple work, and the description wasn't too dishonest. Drakkett's most recent shipment went missing, and Vara was able to track down where it was lost in transit. It seemed it never made it past customs despite all of the paperwork being proper. It was not uncommon for Officers at the spaceports to withhold shipments until they received a cut, but Vara hoped the she may find someone who could help her in changing their mind.
Drakkett didn't respond, but that wasn't out of the ordinary. She knew him most her life and knew he never cared for her smoking habits, but he never let it get in the way of the work. Despite Vara's run-in with the law on more than a few occasions, she was an excellent worker and excelled in the general field of electronics. The underworld nature of Vara's upbringing also helped with procurement of inventory. While Drakkett didn't deal in stolen items, being an honest businessman on the Smuggler's Moon was difficult. Shipments would get 'lost', and end up on competitor's shelves, and that was what had happened in the most recent shipment from Tatooine.
Vara lit a cigarette up as she made her way to the front of the building. There was no fresh air on Nar Shaddaa, but leaving the droid shop at least got the smell of oil and rust out of her nose. She took this opportunity to unlock her datapad, checking any missed messages and hoping to see if there was any response to an ad she placed the other day on the holonet. It read;
"Seeking 1+ individual to assist in transit and moving of inventory. Must be strong and willing to get hands dirty. Temp Job at Drakkett's Droids on Nar Shaddaa. Apply in person."
It was vague enough as to not arouse too much suspicion, while hopefully still catching one of the more morally grey-types on the Moon. It was simple work, and the description wasn't too dishonest. Drakkett's most recent shipment went missing, and Vara was able to track down where it was lost in transit. It seemed it never made it past customs despite all of the paperwork being proper. It was not uncommon for Officers at the spaceports to withhold shipments until they received a cut, but Vara hoped the she may find someone who could help her in changing their mind.