Shortly after the shootout at a nearby warehouse
Hangar 2244, Hutta City, Nar Shaddaa
You have chartered a ship to get off the Smuggler's Moon. At the pre-arranged time, you arrive to the designated hangar. Inside you see a sleek black IFST-21 light freighter in all its glory. A rather fancy and well-maintained ship by the Outer Rim standards. However, something is off. A couple of dock workers—an Ugnaught and a Sullustan—hurriedly move cargo containers up the freighter's cargo ramp on a repulsor platform. The hangar is filled with containers of various shapes and sizes. At this pace, it looks like the work will take at least an hour, if not longer.
What's even stranger, two security droids armed with blaster rifles are standing by the cargo ramp. They are accompanied by a Rodian with an unholstered blaster pistol. The alien seems agitated, as if preparing for a fight. One more guard—a Weequay in a weathered flight suit—approaches you from the depths of the hangar. His E-11 blaster rifle isn't aimed at you yet, but he holds it with both hands.
"You must be the one who chartered the Black Swift," the Weequay starts the conversation matter-of-factly, before you say a word. "There has been a change of plans. The Swift is going elsewhere. I suggest you find another ship." The Weequay stands between you and the freighter, clearly intent on turning you away. In the meantime, the dock workers increase their pace. They hustle to get at least the most valuable smaller crates on board, even if it means leaving everything else behind. The Weekway guard awaits your reply.
But regardless of what you say or do, two Cyclone speeders are already parking outside the hangar. Each of them carries 4 masked men armed with blaster rifles. Leaving one merc to watch each of the 2 side entrances, the 6 remaining goons creep inside the hangar, rifles at the ready. They spread out and take positions behind larger crates. One intruder gets sloppy, and the Rodian at the ramp notices him. The alien shouts something in his native tongue and hastily rushes for cover, while taking a couple of poorly-aimed shots. The droids come to life as well, and spread out from the ramp to provide a defensive perimeter.
It looks like you've just walked into a gang war...
Hangar 2244, Hutta City, Nar Shaddaa
You have chartered a ship to get off the Smuggler's Moon. At the pre-arranged time, you arrive to the designated hangar. Inside you see a sleek black IFST-21 light freighter in all its glory. A rather fancy and well-maintained ship by the Outer Rim standards. However, something is off. A couple of dock workers—an Ugnaught and a Sullustan—hurriedly move cargo containers up the freighter's cargo ramp on a repulsor platform. The hangar is filled with containers of various shapes and sizes. At this pace, it looks like the work will take at least an hour, if not longer.
What's even stranger, two security droids armed with blaster rifles are standing by the cargo ramp. They are accompanied by a Rodian with an unholstered blaster pistol. The alien seems agitated, as if preparing for a fight. One more guard—a Weequay in a weathered flight suit—approaches you from the depths of the hangar. His E-11 blaster rifle isn't aimed at you yet, but he holds it with both hands.
"You must be the one who chartered the Black Swift," the Weequay starts the conversation matter-of-factly, before you say a word. "There has been a change of plans. The Swift is going elsewhere. I suggest you find another ship." The Weequay stands between you and the freighter, clearly intent on turning you away. In the meantime, the dock workers increase their pace. They hustle to get at least the most valuable smaller crates on board, even if it means leaving everything else behind. The Weekway guard awaits your reply.
But regardless of what you say or do, two Cyclone speeders are already parking outside the hangar. Each of them carries 4 masked men armed with blaster rifles. Leaving one merc to watch each of the 2 side entrances, the 6 remaining goons creep inside the hangar, rifles at the ready. They spread out and take positions behind larger crates. One intruder gets sloppy, and the Rodian at the ramp notices him. The alien shouts something in his native tongue and hastily rushes for cover, while taking a couple of poorly-aimed shots. The droids come to life as well, and spread out from the ramp to provide a defensive perimeter.
It looks like you've just walked into a gang war...