Breaking Bulk

[Galavant]

Andrena was frankly more than a little glad the holoshow was over. It hadn't been terribly good, but it had been addictive in the same way that getting high off of spice was. The writing had been inconsistent at the best of times, but it had a few decent plots and good character arcs towards the middle. Then it was like arc fatigue had set in, and everyone had just stopped caring. And that was only followed by increasingly desperate gambits to get something going, and a few problems with two or three writer strikes. After that things had only slid downhill further, and it was hard to keep the behind-the-scenes drama that was going on from effecting the work in front of the camera. It hadn't even actually ended, it had just stopped happening, and word on the street was they were going to try something new and hoped it worked out better. Andrena would believe it when she saw it. As for the old show, there was some sort of "goodbye" thing going on that she couldn't bother to care about.

Goodbye? More like good riddance. Andrena left the bar where the screens were displaying it, and the volume was up way too high in a hurry.

There was always plenty more to do on Iego, and she was going to be late to meet Mathis at this rate.

Andrena wasn't the most veteran of smugglers, but it didn't take grizzled veteran to follow the tried and true phrase of the Spice must flow. Iego was a spice producer, and thus it wasn't hard to come by on the planet with more than a few moons. Andrena wasn't particularly comfortable in the city of Cliffhold, and she generally kept her head down. Looking up and seeing a thousand moons was nauseating for the young woman how was more comfortable in places where the the directions of up and down were a lot more fluid than they were on planets. Spice was the good old stuff she'd smuggler plenty of times before. She knew all too well how to stuff the packets into the various spots in a starship where they could easily be hidden. This shipment was a lot more difficult to transport however.

Mostly because it was this shipment was a bit bigger than the ones she'd transported previously.

Actually it was a lot bigger.

Rather than being little packets that maybe amounted to a few kilograms, it was a few metric tons.

At present it was just sitting in the poorly defended warehouse awaiting to be transported to everyone's ship. Leaving it all bunched up like this was a very bad idea when traveling through sectors where the movement of narcotics was forwned upon, so it was being split between Andrena and a few of her...well maybe not friends. Associates? Acquaintances. That was the word. Nobody she knew really well, but nobody she didn't well enough to not think that they didn't want in on a massive spice shipment. Still each would be left with a great deal of the stuff, and it wasn't going to be east to hide it all.

Of course that would only be a problem if they could actually get that much spice out of the poorly defended warehouse without anyone realizing they were transporting a small fortune in drugs through the streets, and decided to act on that.

So when Andrena left the bar, she went straight to the warehouse and started to pace nervously. The guys who wanted it moved had apparently left it without much in the way of supervision after they'd left the meeting at the bar. Which probably meant that this was a trap of some kind, and wasn't going to end well.

Where the hell was Mathis anyway? Or anyone else for that matter. Pacing around in the middle of a warehouse full of drugs with only a blaster pistol at your side was kind of nerve wracking.

@Insoulent
@ZayPat
@Relent
@Sevrina Varm
@Pangea
@Wit
@Darkwasp
@Beta12
@Noble
@Alek
@Noirceur
@Marf
@MockaDash

OOC: Just a little thread to get into the groove if any of you want to join! Just remember that since the SA isn't up and approved yet we're not allowed to RP as a faction as of yet, or use any faction-y resources or anything. I started it with the assumption that they had loose knowledge of each other, but it kept it vague so it wasn't reliant on the faction being a thing for it.

 

[Halcyon]

~~ Theme ~~​

Was that smoked nerf he smelled in the air?

His stomach rumbled. His mother used to make the best grilled nerf steak in the Selonian Tunnels. But, nerfs on Iego? Surely the meat was imported.

Save for that one flock of xandu that flew against the Eidolon's bow when she was making the canyon approach, the landing procedures went without a hitch. Who would have thought that a spacecraft would have so much need of a windshield wiper, anyway?

Not that Nova Starcry needed to rely on visual references to land the Eidolon. He simply liked the view from the cockpit window. The deep chasms, the basaltic spires, the earthen colors and deserts in general. For a smuggler's world, the surface was invitingly bleak. Cliffhold was a bustling settlement in its own right, despite whatever shady businesses were taking place behind the scenes. Nothing in the likes of Coruscant, Corellia, Nar Shaddaa, and so on; and although he was visiting the world for the first time, it did remind him a bit of Mos Eisley on Tatooine.

As long as smuggler worlds went, to Nova, the emptier the better. Nevertheless, and as per usual, he was both excited and curious with what he might find on the city; but first though, he needed to find his contact. Andrena Solus.

The scent was driving him insane! From where was it coming from? On deserts, one could easily detect a smell coming from kilometers away. Maybe, whoever was preparing the nerf delicacy was on another city altogether.
The thought further drove him mad. Starcry needed food in his system after such long hyperspace voyage. But he was not about to walk into a bar, no sir! That always ended bad, especially if he was to meet the professional cup hurler in there.

Where was he supposed to meet her anyway? From the ground up - although said ground was hanging from the face of a cliff - the streets all looked the same. The arcadian scenery, so enthralling during the xandu-infested landing, proved to be quite tedious when seen from up-close.

It was time to use his force sensitivity to his advantage.

His consciousnesses withdrawing from the stimuli of his immediate senses, the once Padawan scoured the streets with his mind for the familiar force signature of the female human smuggler. Strengthening his Force sense came at the expense of the remaining others; and, as the pleasant aroma of nerf meat faded away, Nova wondered if looking for someone through the Force was similar to how a dog tracks someone down via their scent.

Could it be like that with Rulf as well?

His friend was staying with the ship, keeping her safe. Workers were washing out the remains of the squashed xandu from the Eidolon's hull, however. Hopefully, the large Arkanian tundra wolf would refrain from biting a chunk out of them. If the smell of smoked meat in the distance was enough to make it difficult for the Arkanian Offshoot/Sephi hybrid to think of anything other than food, his animal companion was certainly being driven crazy by it.

Problem was, without money, you can not buy food.
Hence why he had to take yet another smuggling job.

After turning another corner, Starcry walked into the large warehouse where he finally saw Andrena, pacing nervously back and forth.

"Hey," he shouted and waved his right hand in the air, "am I the first one to arrive?"

Then, he placed the left one over his grumbling belly. "I don't suppose you happen to be carrying around some nerf beef with you... Do ya?"

 

[Insoulent]

"BOCCA!!!" a cantina table erupted in a loud cry, as they held holo-dominos at their head, following the table erupting in laughter. The table was composed primarily of aliens from across the Galaxy, though a single human sat across at one end. Bottles of alcohol, pitchers and small glasses littered most of the table, though most of the patrons managed to keep a single glass filled of the beverage infront of them. One disgruntled Togorian raised his glass in a low growl, chugging the beer and then slamming the beer on the table. It took its giant paw and sloppily tried to wipe the alcohol from it's whiskers. "You're frackin cheating!" the Togorian shouted as it slammed one paw on the table, using his other hand to point at the human. The table's cheery energy changed to a much more serious tone, and it seemed almost like the rest of the cantina peered over to the disgruntled table. His glass was full, it's color a sad pale yellow, and even it's perspiration had long dissipated. In fact, compared to the rest of the table, his side of the table was completely clean and clear.

"Me?" the human said curiously, pointing towards himself. "Nah..." he said in a sure tone. The togorian however didn't appreciate his subjective lie. "Drink." it said in a deep growl, his anger apparent. The human face changed from confused to amused. Without another word, he swiped the glass and took a long gulp of the drink, the warm substance making it's way all the way down to his liver. After a few seconds, probably ten or so more than it took the Togorian, he softly placed the empty glass on the table. "Ugh, gross! Nothing worse than warm beer." he said, spitting a bit on the floor. The togorian's near-snarl turned to a grin, as the rest of the table erupted in laughter at the human. "Poor human can't handle his drinking, eh!? Bahahaha." he shouted, as the rest of the group, the human included, laughed.

As the human reached towards the center of the table to pour himself another glass, a small beeping sound came from his utility belt. His shifted his gaze to the small white comlink at his belt, pressing down on it to cancel the alarm. "Ah, seems I got to go. Good game guys." the human said as the rest of the table nodded and waved some others to the table to take the human's space. Walking outside the cantina, he looked around the street. Iego streets in particular always looked generally the same. He'd been on the planet quite a few times - but he'd never really drank often - he wasn't completely drunk was he? No way he could be, then again if he wasn't would he be asking himself if he was? Damnit. "Let's go this way." he said aloud to no one in particular. Maybe he'd find his way into the right warehouse. If not, well, he'd figure something out.

 

[Beta12]

BAM.

"WHERE ARE YOU?"

Had Dyson been told the woman still lived with her Dad, he wouldn't have spent the night there in the first place. There wasn't a lot of time to dwell on that fact, though, with a man only four feet away turning his house into a shooting rink. "Kriff off!" Dyson sprung from behind a living room couch and chucked a bulky lamp in the guy's general direction. His gambit worked, and the man turned his primitive slug thrower on the lamp itself. In those moments of shattered glass, angry shouting, and confusion, Dyson made to dive our of the nearest open window. Before he had even fully hit the dusty sidewalk, Dyson was already making a break for an alleyway across the street.

By the time he had made it off the block, Dyson's clothes were completely disheveled. He had barely even had time to lace up his boots before all hell broke loose. Talk about overreactions. She was hot, what did he expect? He was miffed, that was certain, but he had gotten away with little more than a bruise on his chin. Slug throwers were absolutely terrifying, primitive in their brutality, something that he should have expected while traveling in the Outer Rim.

The planet of Iego had been a great big disappointment as far as he was concerned. Though its out-of-the-way status had been what attracted smugglers and other criminals for decades, the sheer emptiness of the place left a big black pit in the center of the young Zeltron's gut. There were so few people living on the rock that he could literally feel it. To him it completely lacked any sort of emotion or good vibes. The place was so expansive and gusty that he was sure even his pheromones didn't stand a chance, being blown away on the hot winds before they could become too potent. It's as if the whole place had been designed specifically to be "anti-zeltron".

Though he had not planned on waking up the way he did, he was glad that he chose to spend the night relatively close to the warehouse that his contact was currently using. Spice seemed to be the name of the game this time around, and a lot of it. In fact, the Captain herself was probably rattled out of her mind. Iego wasn't the best place to store tons of spice, even on a good day. Criminal syndicates ran about as rampant as smugglers did on the outer rim, and that was always a recipe for trouble.

"Let's go this way."

Dyson had noticed the man in passing, but he was relatively certain he had seen the man before. It was obvious he had been out drinking. The guy stunk like the inside of a vacuum sealed keg. However, the fact that he was still walking around meant that Dyson should probably point the guy in the right direction. "Hey man. You see my face before? Kind of hard to forget a sunburn like this." He approached the man with his usual humor, hoping that the man might recognize him if he had indeed met him before. "You're here for Andy's stash right?" His words were kept intentionally vague and subdued as he leaned closer toward the man. If this guy was a stranger after all, he would leave him to his night spent sleeping in the gutter.

@Insoulent

 

[Zay]

Smoke hung in the stuffy basement of Mandara's. A seemingly quaint establishment that, on a completely legitimate front, was nothing but a dive bar. However, if you knew the correct contacts and happened to get on Mandara's good side one would have the extreme fortune of knowing the dingy dive bar was far more than a hang out for the scum of Cliffhold. It was the single source for information on items of specific import. The current lead Mathis was hunting down was called The Globe.

The Globe was said to be a catalyst that would render a map to a planet of untold treasure, being a man of utmost intellectual intrigue this item had triggered an insatiable desire to hunt and claim the planet for.... science reasons....

Which brought our hero to this den of thieves. Smugglers tend to carry various stereotypes linking them to no good rouges and dastardly charlatans. Most if not all were true. In Mathis' case he was slowly learning that the best way to mingle with the natives was to embrace these stereotypes and indulge in the grimier things in life. Even now he palmed a cigarette and stole a breath or two just to add to the haze of the fog filled room. Lazily he glanced at his wrist chrono and acknowledged his time. He had thirty minutes before he had to meet with Andrena. He made a quick mental note to be on time. The poor young woman got nervous on the surface. What was the saying? You can take the spacer out of space, but you cant take the space out of the spacer.

Lifting the thin cylinder to his lips and taking a pull, he expelled the his breath and made eye contact with the being he'd been waiting on. The proprietor of this fine establishment, Mandara herself. Well, Mandara wasn't a full female, not biologically at least. The Twi'lek had started life as a male and made the choice to release the beauty within and embrace their feminine side. Upon a glance no one would never know that Mandara had originally been Mander. Mathis himself had been confident that the purple skinned being sauntering her way over was surly a full woman, but after a night of hard drinking and an unfortunate misunderstanding, he'd quickly rectified his previous assumption. Standing and tipping his head in greeting to his contact Mathis said, "Good afternoon, Mandara, you're as beautiful as ever."

Mandara blushed and giggled slightly as she bowed her head and replied, "And you're a handsome as the last time we met." Mathis gestured to the booth he'd taken residence in and as Mandara took her seat he slid in the booth beside her. "I've been searching the globe over for you." he said.

Mandara tisked softly and then with a sly smile said, "Just business today then? That's a shame."

"I'm terribly sorry for my curtness today, I'm afraid, my schedule won't allow for any indulgence." He smiled apologetically to her, and she patted his thigh in response.

"We're safe, we can speak openly here." She looked toward the main entrance of the establishment. Mathis relaxed. The little ball of anxiety that had formed in his gut released and he took another drag from his cigarette. The tension lines in his for head relaxed and he surprised himself with how worried he'd been. For a moment he wondered if he'd ever not feel on edge when it came to this line of work, but he pushed the thought away when he realized comfort would only lead to his own misfortune.

Before Mathis could pose his question, Mandara slid him a data pad. "I believe this is what you're looking for. It's not much, but it's the most I've been able to drum up in some time. Here's hoping it's not nothing." Mathis looked down at the datapad and then back to Mandara.

"Thank you. Anytime you need something moved let me know." His smile returned to his lips, "I'll throw on the friends and family discount." They shared a laugh and Mathis put out his cigarette. He glanced at this chrono and swore under his breath. He only had ten minutes to meet Andrena.

"She saves your life, you show up late... real smooth, Aeron." he chastised himself as he hastily said his good byes. As he stepped into the undulating masses he scanned the immediate area. One day his paranoia would subside, but today was not that day. After deciding he was relatively safe he flagged down a taxi and was dropped off a few blocks from the meeting spot.

His walk to the warehouse was a quick one. Mathis was blessed with the limbs long enough to be mistaken for lumber, so short walks always seemed to pass by quickly. As he entered the building he had to stop and marvel at the pyramid of spice stacked neatly just behind Andrena. He spotted a white haired fellow who appeared to be rubbing his stomach. Mathis wasn't entirely sure what that meant, the man was either hungry or needed a bathroom. Glaceing at his chrono for the final time he tisked, "Sorry, for being late, Andrena. I had to touch base with a contact."

He calmly strode up to his savior and stood beside her. Looking to the other gentlemen he said, "How's it going. I'm Mathis Aeron. I don't think we've met."

 

[Keid Peythell]

She was lucky in more ways than one, to be frank.

There were two things that Keid had learned to watch out for. One was drug smuggling, and the other was large cargo deliveries. This one job ticked off both boxes. But still, it did take some courage to be told upfront. Even though he was never a fan of spice, it was a very lucrative business, and one of the closest to being non-violent. Not that it really mattered, the violence was there, is was just not a direct effect from the drug itself. It was the other facets... running out, low supply, low money, those things lead to death and violence.

But it was their choice, and the only reason why Keid was just about to touchdown after getting landing clearance. Well... maybe not the only reason. He did owe her a favor, and though he never mentioned it in the call, he did plan on cashing it in. Andrena was a good person, she would probably find a way to put him in debt to her again. And admittedly, he was a sucker for pretty faces and good hearts.

As the loading ramp descended, the smuggler smiled at the dockmaster who was there to greet him. It wasn't his first trip to Iego, and it probably wouldn't be his last. Which is perfectly fine for the dockmaster, as long as Keid was still good in his word.

"I didn't expect you back so soon... unexpected business?"

Peythell chuckled. "You could say that. Just helping a friend out, probably won't be long."

"The usual?"

"Yeah, better make it the usual. Thanks for this." Keid said, handing over some chips and walking out.

"Please, its the credits that thanks me. Going somewhere where they'll actually be spent!" the dockmaster called out as the smuggler walked out of sight.

A short cantina stay later, he got the info he needed, and headed out to the warehouse district. It didn't feel right. So much spice, and it was quiet? No guards? No security? No droids? As the man walked, he pulled out his blasters, checking each one before making sure they were primed in case of a quickdraw. He wasn't exactly planning on dying today.

Seeing a small group, he nearly pulled out his gun until he saw the familiar figure in the middle, and only then did some faces start to look relatively familiar. Sighing, he walked up with a smirk.

"You really pulled out all the stops on this one, Andrena. Alright, is this it? Doesn't seem like the place to store precious cargo."

 

[Insoulent]

@Beta12

His attention was brought to a youthful zeltron. His jokey manor, his attire and his overall demeanor screamed "cool spacer", smuggler? His ever-perceptive eyes scanned the being further. Weapon holstered to the side, jacket a bit snuffed - he was hiding something else. A fat wallet? No he's a young smuggler, no doubt broke. A manifest. A datapad, maybe? Only one way to find out.

"You're here for Andy's stash right?"

Oh! Now he remembered. There wasn't many young Zeltros smugglers, and even less that warranted the skills and talent to be asked to help Andrena on a smuggle run. He knew just exactly who this young Zeltros was, he just, well. Didn't know his name. "Oh, Iggy!" he shouted in a sincere enthusiasm, pulling the young zeltros to him in a tight hug, the humans are well-placed on his back to get a feel of his belongings. Initial thief protocol, get a better feel of their personal belongings. Next, continuously place their hands all around their target to misdirect the thief's intention. No doubt it'd confuse the Zeltron, it was supposed to bewilder them enough for the thief's fast hands to do all the work.

"You got a lot taller since we last met." he said, pulling the zeltron by his shoulders, away from the thief. "I remember you used to be this tall." pushing his hip against where the Zeltron's blaster was holstered, using his hand to put it inbetween their shoulders as an indicator. He quickly wrapped his arm around the Zeltron's, "Even put on a little weight, eh?" he said, patting the zeltron's stomach, using his hand to slide into his jacket pocket to pull out the discrete datapad, sliding it into his own jacket as quickly as he could move, leaving it in the custom slit that made it easier for him to conceal things. No doubt by now the Zeltron was attempting to correct the human, of course.

"Oh, of course! Andy! Yeah, no doubt, no doubt." he said embarrassingly, pulling out the Zeltron's own datapad out infront of him and turning it on to view the manifest. "Oh, look at that, we've been right infront the whole time." he said with a bit of a nervous chuckle, though they were coming from the back of the warehouse, not at the front. "Well come on, before we get yelled out." he said, the enthusiasm leaving his voice. He knew they were over a minute late, she'd be pissed. He held the datapad out ahead of him, no doubt the Zeltron had figured out the datapad was his own and not the human's. "Take it." he said, awaiting the zeltron to take the lead, cause no way he'd come in late first - she'd probably throw something at him.

 

[Dana Hunt]

As Dana walked through the backstreet, she questioned the mental sanity of whoever decided it was a good idea to store tons of spice on a kriffing warehouse on a planet like Iego. Like, really, who leaves tons of spice all together in one place? Despite the fact that Dana normally considered most people to be inherently stupid, she had never heard of something like this. She wondered how many criminals and rival smugglers may have already heard of the mountains of spice, just waiting for the moment to take them. Realizing she was likely just being paranoid, she continued her fast stroll following the directions given to her. She knew little other than the names of the people she'd work with, having been hooked up on this job through a mutual aqcuintance of her and the group.

Iego was a very ugly planet, at least for her taste. The streets where full of vermin, drunkards, and other undesirables who caused Dana disgust. Truly, she would never have accepted the job if the pay wasn't as substantial, and if credits weren't as important to her as they were. Finally coming out of the bacckstreets and into one of the main ones, she wondered why they bothered to make the distinction between backstreets and main streets if they were both equally shitty. She soon found herself cursing everyone and everything she could think of, from the streets to the humans to the aliens to the smugglers to the spice and beyond. This wasn't really typical of her, but it certainly wasn't unprecedented. Negative and pessimist by nature, the irritation certain places like Iego caused her didn't help her attitude.

Finally coming face to face with one of the entries to the warehouse, her initial waryness changed to total dissapointment. There was nothing in the way of security. Not even one damn guard. Either the person who wanted this spice moved didn't give a shit about it or he was leading them into a trap. Likely option number two, particularily considering her past experiences.

Walking inside, the faint smell of spice she had come to appreciate became evident, and she finally came upon the cargo and the rest of the smugglers. She quickly approached the group of people conversing near the spice and drew her twin pistols. Not hesitating for a minute, she pulled the trigger on all of them and they all dropped dead like stones... Or they would have, if the safety of her pistols wasn't engaged. Amused, Dana walked up and began speaking.

That would have been all of you dead, and the spice all for me alone. Seriously, who thought it was a good idea to hide this much spice in here with no security whatsoever? she said to the group in general.

 

[Beta12]

"Oh, Iggy!"

Before Dyson knew it he was swept up in the other smugglers arms. Though the hug was tight, and the guy was drunk, Dyson felt himself melting into his touch none-the-less. To love instead of fight was his first instinct as a Zeltron. "Not even some dinner first?" A wry smile shot across his face. He had thought the guy was cute, but he never expected to end up in a compromising position with him. That went on for a few moments, until it donned upon Dyson that he was being frisked instead of felt up. "Oh whoa man!"

"Take it."

A sharp frown crossed the young man's features. The guy before him was playing with a data-pad that had been lifted from Dyson's own jacket. If they weren't going to be working together, he likely would have tried to clock the guy for teasing him so badly. "Yeah. Thanks." His pink hand wrenched the data-pad away from Elohim, before stuffing it back into his pocket. "Don't take my data-pad the next time you're aching for a hug. It ruins the experience." With that, the Zeltron spun on his heels and made his way toward the back entrance of the warehouse. It didn't take him long to jimmie the lock and chain strung across the back door.

A blonde beauty was pretending to shoot up the place by the time he had snuck up on the group. The woman had a point, the warehouse itself was shit-for-shit in terms of security. "Girl's got a point. I just came in through the back. Took me like five seconds to get the lock off." His wry smile had long faded into a self accomplished smirk. His violet eyes trained on the woman across from him. The good old' Captain was beautiful in her own right, but Dyson was glad to have a variety of beauty in the warehouse. The spice was pretty hot-looking tonight anyway.

"But I mean yeah, this place blows. Why did we hide the stuff here again?" Dyson allowed himself a brief moment to glance over his shoulder, hoping to see Elohim coming up behind. He had fun with the guy a few seconds ago, but he didn't really feel like loosing his things again.

 

[Keid Peythell]

Keid has stayed relatively quiet, waiting on the de facto leader to speak, when the footstep and sound of a blaster being pulled out cause him to spin with his blaster drawn. He mentally sighed... if she had been someone who wanted them dead, he would probably have died by now. He just wasn't fast enough.. though it seemed he at least acted faster than the others.

After that newcomer spoke, and another woman spoke, Keid nodded. "From what I was told, it wasn't us. We are just the purveyors of this shipment. If its not armed gangs, its the fact that some addict could get in here. I would be more comfortable getting this stuff out before the trap is sprung. Where are we at, Andrena?"

 

[Galavant]

"I don't suppose you happen to be carrying around some nerf beef with you... Do ya?"

That wasn't exactly what Andrena had expected to someone to say upon walking into a warehouse with a mountain of spice.

Instinctively she checked her pockets though, before realizing that

A) Gross! Why would she have dried meat in her pocket? She'd keep it some place much more sanitary
B) They had more important things to talk about
C) She didn't even eat meat

"Ummm no," She answered, leaving her hands in her pockets so her arms felt less obvious and awkward.

And then a bunch of people entered with greetings, and questions, and all kinds of things. She wasn't exactly the leader type, so rather than really addressing them, Andrena froze. She wasn't exactly the most social person, and one of the things she liked about being a smuggler was that you weren't exactly expected to talk a lot. Sure the best of the best were usually people persons with charming smiles, and witty one-liners, who could talk their way out of any situation. She was the kind who liked the fact that it usual meant she got to long stretches in the quiet awesomeness of space. That and playing cards, she loosened up considerably playing cards.

But unfortunately she didn't have a deck on her.

Fortunately they were mostly all familiar faces, and semi-familiar faces.

Well actually that made it worse, rather than helped.

After taking another moment to collect her thoughts, she took a deep breath.

"Okay," She started. "Love to chat, but ummm drugs."

She gestured to the large stack of spice in the middle of the warehouse.

"We probably want to get it out of here as fast as possible since this isn't exactly a great place for," She continued. Several people had mentioned that, and she couldn't agree more. It was really terrible place for it all.

"There'll probably be people trying to stop us from getting it out of here sooooo...does anyone have a good ride?"

Getting it to the docks was the most important thing so they could split it all up, and start getting out of the area. But the entire thing smelled of a trap, and all she had was her speeder bike, and no really good plan from getting it from the warehouse to there. She wasn't the best when it came to this sort of stuff after all.

All she had on her was her pistol, and a shitton of spice behind her that she couldn't carry on a single speeder bike that would hopefully make them all rich.

"Oh and hi Mathis," She finished. She knew him best out of everyone there, and really hope that he had a plan. Not because she didn't trust anyone else to have one, it was simply because she knew him best, and figured he of all people would have one.

"Oh and hi everyone else," She finished (again), after overthinking how not greeting them but greeting Mathis would look.

 

[Halcyon]

Nova failed to reply to Andrena's answer, having to do with the complete lack of any good nerf meat in the immediate area - roasted; smoked; cooked; barbecued; grilled; hell (!), any way of preparing that delicious protein would do - the smuggler, instead, let his stomach speak for him. It growled louder than a rancor disgruntled for lack of sleep due to some noisy neighbors partying all night.

Other smugglers started to pour into the large open warehouse. One, even commented on the fact that it was easy to get inside via some back door. Well, it was a large open warehouse, so a door not being properly locked was not all that special. He had a good reason to be suspicious still, as did that babe who walked in, guns blazing - in more ways than one. After all, while there is nothing abnormal with an open warehouse in itself, is not everyday that you see a metric shit ton of spice just lying around smack dab in the middle of one.

The former Padawan sensed some uneasiness on a fellow smuggler, when the blonde pretended to fire at them. Not that he failed to react, it was quite the opposite indeed; but, afterwards, he seemed somewhat troubled for doing so. Fear or flight, Nova guessed. After spending a lot of time inside a large space tin can propelling itself at outrageous speeds across space and time, alone, one tends to let their anxieties surface and exude like sweat from a pore once planetside.

To tell the truth, to a Force sensitive, it kind of stank. As did a lot of other strong emotions and mental states; hostility, being one of them. Starcry did not react to the blonde, because he felt no hostility from her, same as he did not feel any from the others inside the warehouse. Also, he did not feel any emanating from the outside. He was, therefore, quite at peace; aside from the protest from his belligerent empty stomach. But, maybe, that was the thing clouding his perception.

Finally realizing that he did not introduce himself to the one called Mathis Aeron, he did so with an apologetic tone.[COLOR=#87CEEB ] "Hi there, name's Starcry, Nova Starcry," [/COLOR]after feeling like a secret agent of some kind, the Offshoot looked around. Other than himself, Nova counted six people inside that warehouse. Some were familiar faces, others not so much, but none belonged to people that Nova really knew all that well. That was the norm with most smugglers, apparently.[COLOR=#87CEEB ] "Nice to meet you all!"[/COLOR]

He waved. Then, he moved closer to the spice, examining it while the others talked. It did not seem to be Glitterstim, neither did it looked like Sansanna.

That was good. Less bad, rather.

[COLOR=#87CEEB ]"So, Drena,"[/COLOR] he turned to Solus,[COLOR=#87CEEB ] "there's no spice production on Iego; not that I know of, at least. Where's this from, then? Ryll? Or is it Giggledust?"[/COLOR]

He gave the captain an earnest stare.

[COLOR=#87CEEB ]"You know the drill. I don't smuggle slave powder."[/COLOR]

He felt bad for having to say that. Also, he disliked having to deviate from the main question at hand, regarding how were they going to move the stuff out of there.

He still owed her and the Association; and, even if that were not the case, he would still like to help out a friend. He was positive that Andrena knew - and, although possibly not understanding, respected - that. So, hopefully for both, the fact that she sent for him meant that the spice was something that Nova could feel comfortable smuggling.

 

[Galavant]

Andrena shrugged," Don't know, didn't ask."

It was one of those things where it was usually better to not ask in such cases, as people wanting illegal goods shipped usually didn't like it when people asked such questions. She was pretty sure Iego did make Spice some, but didn't press the issue any. Spice came from a lot of places, Sevarcos, Kessel, some weird planet with a Y name in Hutt Space. A lot of them probably did use slave labor, and Andrena found the moral compunction against smuggling it odd. Did she like slavery? No, she wasn't an insane Hutt or anything after all. But how someone could be in the business of moving illegal drugs that probably hurt more than a few people regardless of who made, just by the nature of what they were was a bit odd.

"Does it really matter? It's spice," She said, articulating her train of thought. Spice wasn't a good thing regardless of who made it, and it was already sitting in the warehouse.

After they got paid, Nova could go on a slave freeing spree for all she cared. But for now the spice had the potential to make them pretty rich.

 

[Insoulent]

Elohim followed behind the pink zeltron as they made their way into the warehouse and infront of the spice. A rather large bulk of it, really. "Woah, last time I seen this much spice in one place was in a Black Vulkar party back on Taris..." chimed in as he went on relieving an itch in the back of his head. It was a crap ton of spice, too much spice in fact, to move on foot. "I can steal us a transport. It won't be much special; might need a spotter though, lessen the chances of being caught and all that." the thief continued as he inspected the cargo. "I mean, it'll be time consuming to get it to each of our ships though. I doubt anyone of us wants to get caught on Iego with a crap ton of spice in a slow moving cargo truck. Three trucks, that would probably speed things out" the human continued. Three trucks and only one willing thief meant he'd need accomplices.

He was much less concerned with his fellow accomplices though, spending most of his time and attention to the task ahead of him. "A lot of spice..." in a sigh, as he began to try and mull over some sort of plan. He wasn't the greatest, and given their lack of time and resources, well, they wasn't much else to do. They were already committing many crimes, what was a few more?

"I think pinky's ship should be docked the closest if I read his travel logs correctly." the human said, as he reached for one of the containers to push his weight up against it. It barely nudged in stationary. "No shit..." he muttered in surprise as he saw a set of small buttons near the edge of the top corner of the container. Pressing the button down, the large container's anti-gravity unit hummed online and it levitated some feet on the ground. "I've read about these. New. Fancy." he said, impressed at the new technology. "We can keep these containers once we dump 'em right? These are nice. State-of-the-art." he continued to express to no one in particular, ignoring the rather large group around him. Elohim's eyes seemed to glitter a hint of lust of the item, no doubt wanting to keep the new toy for himself - the thief's curious eyes had wondered onto the small floating container. So much to do in! Sled races above Hoth, hell even over the Sand Dunes on Tatooine! Portable restrooms! Makeshift homes! Even crafty camouflage! So many possibilities. It was a habit of the thief to reuse items he'd stolen in the past for future jobs, and more often times than not it worked pretty well to his advantage.

Though if it was a trap, with a few of the members leaving the warehouse, even for a little while, would greatly diminish their fighting strength and defense of the product, but it wasn't like they were all just about to get up and try and push the spice through the populated streets of Iego...would they? Not even Elohim would be that stupid. Still, splitting their forces in half wasn't really ideal, especially it meant loss, of any kind. It wasn't ultimately his decision though, he was prepared to kill - well, greatly injure - to get paid. He had a certain brothel to attend, and he needed the check. Plus, maybe he'd be able to get an upgraded sensor for his ship. Yeah, this amount of spice would do good.