The moon of Telti was one of Aiden's favourite kinds of celestial bodies. Sans atmosphere, it was by necessity a completely indoor, airtight little industrial settlement. Breathing its filtered oxygen and walking its claustrophobic corridors almost made the young smuggler feel like he was still on a starship. The drab blue-collar locals looked at him suspiciously, so flamboyant with his bright clothing, and that colourful hair looking flat and fake from being dyed too many times. The plasma repeater bouncing at his hip probably contributed to his being less-than-incognito, as well. Still riding out the lingering ends of a giggledust high, Aiden met all the strange glances he got with a dumbass smile and a cocky, "How do you do?" The really blank and distant look had left his violet eyes about an hour ago, though; he was sober enough to be alert. More or less.
He was here to get information on some guy named Izzy, or Jizzy, or something. Some Alliance spook gone rogue. Ultimately his job was to get the password to access this guy's malware programs, which had been compromising security for some government schmucks. He was not going to do this on his own, though - the contractor who gave him this job had made some vague reference to a 'team', and told him the rendezvous point was in an old warehouse full of scrap on the northeast end of the settlement. Place called 'Unit 413'. After wandering through dingy halls for a time, he came into a passageway where the fading painted numbers above the metallic sliding doors started from '401'. It goes without saying he was able to find the place pretty easily from there, and while the doors did not function because the power in this district was out, he was able to cut his way through with a vibroknife and step inside. A few Squibs were in there already, picking through the trash, but when they saw him coming in with blade in his hands they scurried for the vents they'd come in by real fast. No one else was there yet.
"Looks like I'm the first one on the scene," he mumbled to himself, grinning for no particular reason and sitting down on the old shell of a disassembled droid. Stretching and cracking his joints, he lit a cigarette and began biding his time.
He was here to get information on some guy named Izzy, or Jizzy, or something. Some Alliance spook gone rogue. Ultimately his job was to get the password to access this guy's malware programs, which had been compromising security for some government schmucks. He was not going to do this on his own, though - the contractor who gave him this job had made some vague reference to a 'team', and told him the rendezvous point was in an old warehouse full of scrap on the northeast end of the settlement. Place called 'Unit 413'. After wandering through dingy halls for a time, he came into a passageway where the fading painted numbers above the metallic sliding doors started from '401'. It goes without saying he was able to find the place pretty easily from there, and while the doors did not function because the power in this district was out, he was able to cut his way through with a vibroknife and step inside. A few Squibs were in there already, picking through the trash, but when they saw him coming in with blade in his hands they scurried for the vents they'd come in by real fast. No one else was there yet.
"Looks like I'm the first one on the scene," he mumbled to himself, grinning for no particular reason and sitting down on the old shell of a disassembled droid. Stretching and cracking his joints, he lit a cigarette and began biding his time.
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