Ask Big Headed Customs Agents

[Cadie Royne]

Asphodar 3, Cerea​

"Have you, or have you ever engaged in the production, distribution, or marketing of illicit narcotics without a license?"

The interview was still ringing in her ears as she exited the spaceport. What did they think she was going to do, admit she was a drugs smuggler in front of the law? How stupid did she look? Wait, don't think about that. It was complete and total discrimination. Just because the Cereans got their panties in a twist about people smuggling Guilea off-planet didn't mean they should be able to interrogate every pilot and spacer that docked into port. It was a crime against hard-working, independent freighter pilots.

The fact that she had come for the sole reason of smuggling Guilea off-world was neither here nor there.

She'd taken a job with the Pykes, which didn't bode well but desperate times meant desperate measures. They had a contact on Asphodar that had their hands on several crates of the crap, but getting it off-world was proving tricky. And Cadie did have some experience in illicit smuggling. They were due to meet their contact in an innocuous warehouse, deep in the warrens of the Outsider Citadel. She didn't want to rush in straight away, so she waited nearby. Leaning against a metal wall, watching the crowd of traders, workers and off-worlders wander on by. Helping herself to a cigarra while ignoring the irritated looks of Cerean peacekeepers.

Outside the meeting place. Coming?

She tapped out the message quickly on the secure channel she'd been sent. Her mind was already hard at work, trying to think of ways to get that Guilea off-world. So far, she'd thought of covering it all with a sheet. Or hiding it in a few hundred caff jars. Neither seemed like great ideas.

@Charles @FinnSimmons

 

[Kar Darakis]

The Mid Rim - Semagi Sector - Cerean Quadrant
Planet Cerea - Asphodar 3​

Kar was a bit miffed. Planets like this really weren't his cup of tea. All plants and crudd. He had just been on Nar Shaddaa recently and the Moon had almost felt like home. Of course nothing could even get close to his beautiful home world of Coruscant.
This world was just so strange to him. He had to admit though he quite liked the Outsider Citadels. They had flair. Especially down here in the warrens.

”What a lovely neighborhood.” he said, speaking to himself, rather than to anyone else.
Just at that moment his comlink vibrated. He had received a message on the secure channel they had been told to communicate through.

Outside the meeting place. Coming?

At least the people 'they' had assigned to this job with him seemed to be on time for a change.

The last job he had been on had not started off even this well. Nor had it gone smooth in any way after that. It had also not ended well for the five other people that had been with him. The problem had been, that they had chosen to cause quite the stir. Against his advice of course. That was the issue with young people. Always thought they were smarter than everyone. But you didn't just shoot your way through every situation. Of course some people had to be told that. Not that they could still listen to him telling them now, being dead and all. At least they would not be making that mistake again.
The ruckus they had caused during a mission that had supposed to be handled quietly had upset the 'people in charge' and nobody wanted that. Kar had only managed to pull his own neck out from under the vibro-ax of the executioner by making sure the package he had been tasked with 'transporting' had gotten to its final destination unopened and intact. That had bought him the necessary good will to keep his head attached to his body and him out of a slave pit.

While he was remembering the misfortune of people now dead he responded to the message he had received.

>>Just walked up to the place. Watching the scene for now.<<

After putting his comlink away he patted down the pockets of his jacket as if he was looking for something and after a moment fished a stick of gum out of his pocket. Slowly he unwrapped a piece and shoved it in to his mouth.
Really the whole shtick had been to check the position of his blaster holser. It sat securely and inconspicuously under his arm and it and the blaster it held were basically invisible to the untrained eye.

Kar looked around to see if he could spot the person that he was supposed to meet up with for this job. 'The people in charge had not told him much about the two others. Probably better that way. Knowing too much was bad for one's health.

@Charles

 

[Sepiks Redux]

Cerea was a strange planet for Sepiks to be working on. Everywhere he went was followed by stares and quick side-eyed glances of suspicion from everyone around him. The Pyke Smuggler was used to such hospitality, but even then, he needed to stay on his toes in case certain idiots who specialized in stupid questions began snooping around in business that would have them end up with a blaster bolt or two to the head. Without heeding to the obviously set-off natives, Sepiks entered the bar where his contact was supposed to be.

The task was simple- or simply said than done. Ship the Guilea off world to Kafrene without losing the product. Sepiks was to work with a merc and a fellow smuggler who were supposed to have been the best options the Pyke Syndicate had. But, considering the Syndicate's lack of money, Sepiks was half-expecting a Jawa and an Ewok.

"H-here, here...the s-s-st-stuff is out b-b-back. My droid is just w-waiting for the g-g-g-go sign." Sputtered the Cerean contact who didn't seem worried at all. Maybe he was born with the stutter- or maybe he just had a really good poker face with really bad social skills. Regardless, Sepiks nodded and hit a button on his com link for the other three to enter. Sepiks thought of a plan they could use to consistently get the shipment out of Cerea without getting trailed or tipped off by the authorities. All he had to do was wait for his companions to spill the beans, so to speak.

@FinnSimmons @Aziraphale