Complications on Corvus
”Bluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurp.” Hypaxian let out a deep, rumbling belch as he gulped down a strip of marinated Bantha meat. He had been travelling now for several days, confined to the lounge area his yacht, which held formation off of the starboard side of the transport ship which even now moved a large number of B-1s for sale on the world they where heading down to. ”Pilot!” Hypaxian barked ”How long until we make landfall?” he asked, the answer coming in a string of static binary, to which Hypaxian nodded.
Less than one hour.
Perfect, enough time to finish up this meal and get ready, he thought to himself. The mission was a simple one, meet the petty Governor of this world, and make the sale of the B-1s, then hit the clubs for some refreshments and maybe some of that delightful knotweed they boasted here. Accompanying him on the mission was a fellow business person Neffy Whilstradt and his staunch captain, Vodoriandr Kaltraxica, ever at his side.
”Kaltraxica,” he barked ”Make sure the human is ready, and give her some armour or something, don’t want a repeat of the Marrow incident again do we?” he commanded, as the vessel began its decent.