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Planet Ithor, shortly after the Sharkpocolypse.
WHAM
Dyson's eyes shot open, revealing the blood vessels branching from his violet eyes. It had been the fourth time he had fallen asleep since the Lux had entered hyperspace, and the fourth time he had been woken by the beast in the co-pilot chair. Though he couldn't pick out the blaster from the bulk of the creature beside him, the constant threat of sudden-death-by-blaster hung in the air as thick as morning fog. "You know..." His voice, as indignant as ever, seemed especially loud in the small confines of the shuttles cockpit. The dim glow of the multi-colored lights in the ceiling, and the lights of the control panels, brought the shade of his skin back to the deep red of his youth. "I can't actually fly this thing if I fall asleep, while flying." Having expected a deep, rumbling chuckle from the shark, the young Zeltron remained in his original position. However, the absence of that familiar sound finally roused Dyson from his stupor. After peeling his cheek off of the controls below him, the young red man turned his gaze onto the jungle world of Ithor, hanging delicately before the shuttle's view screen.
Though kilometers off, the green and blue jewel shone verdantly beneath the misty clouds of its humid atmosphere. If there was ever a place to exact a drug deal, it was the jungles of that very planet. The Ithorians were about as touchy with their plants as they were with their wildlife, going so far as to enact laws about setting foot in their "sacred jungles". They went so far as to construct cities that would float above the surface, so the jungle beneath could not be soiled. Despite their best efforts, maintaining tight control over a world spanning jungle was a bit of a daunting task. After a century of peace within the Republic, the regulations had become rather lax.
"Right." The Smuggler began, as he hoisted himself back into a sitting position. Though the presence of the Zeltron woman still tugged at the back of his mind, Dyson put little effort into actually trying to spot her. If anything, the Shark man had tied her up and stashed in in the corner of the room while he had slept. The thought passed through the young man's head as quickly as it entered, and his eyes were once again glued to the controls. "We should still be on schedule, a bit ahead even, despite the uh... incident." The phrase 'kidnapped and help at laser-point' was probably still a bit too raw for the shark man, and Dyson's own ego. "All we have to do is take her down into the jungle, avoid some routine patrols and their major population centers, and we should make our mark. Funny thing about Ithor is that they don't even live on the surface. Bunch of plant worshiping leather necks, I've heard, almost as bad as those sorcerers with their 'force'." After feigning a choke-you-to-death style hand raise at the shark man beside him, Dyson's hands went to the controls as well.
The shuttle shuttered a bit, and Ithor grew larger in the view screen with each passing moment. All he had to do was punch in the coordinates, and the Lux did the rest of the work. He would only put his hands on the 'wheel' once they broke the atmosphere, but that didn't keep him from acting as though he was actually flying the thing. The only reason why the shark mine hadn't brained him and left him for Coruscanti police to pick up, was probably because he didn't know how to fly a space ship.
"You know. For such a shrewd negotiator..." The young man spoke in slow, careful sentences, "..you seem to be really into the Andris in the cargo hold. Guessing it isn't your first time?" Drug addiction was a travesty, or so he was told, but as far as he was concerned it could be used as a weapon in the right circumstances. "Want to bring up some lines before we land? It will be our last chance..."