The mechanical arm in front of Pidge lifted as an automated voice spoke in galactic basic “Welcome to terminal 17F. Please place your baggage at your feet and take a seat as you await your 8:45 Ryloth time shuttle. We hope you’ve enjoyed your stay at Lessu Station.” The screen above to doorway leading to the landing bay alternated between the messages of Bay 5: Terminal 17F and Droids must be tagged and approved before boarding. She patted her droid Rat‘s dome and secured the tag that read R4-T6 Approved Astromech. It wouldn’t do to anything more illegal than she already was. Strictly speaking, Pidge Batana had never set foot on Ryloth. She was safely home on Coruscant. That was the official report, at least, but the Black Sun had smuggled her in to do an exchange, and she had to get out.
Pidge seated herself on a plastoid seat and flicked on the holo projector attached to the armrest as she waited for the public shuttle off the planet arrived. Scanning the area around her, she saw a few others, probably also on the planet with vary degrees of legality considering how nervous some looked. Pidge wouldn’t be surprised if the cheap shuttle she had bought a ticket for was being used to transport spice or something. Just on time, the docking bay doors opened, and the automated voice once again spoke. “Your shuttle has arrived. Please board. Check all your luggage and watch your step.”
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Pidge seated herself on a plastoid seat and flicked on the holo projector attached to the armrest as she waited for the public shuttle off the planet arrived. Scanning the area around her, she saw a few others, probably also on the planet with vary degrees of legality considering how nervous some looked. Pidge wouldn’t be surprised if the cheap shuttle she had bought a ticket for was being used to transport spice or something. Just on time, the docking bay doors opened, and the automated voice once again spoke. “Your shuttle has arrived. Please board. Check all your luggage and watch your step.”
@Ediwa @Mithias