Somewhere, Quesh
Even with the protective gear she was wearing, Nymeria could feel the very air making her itch all over, and she could only imagine what it was doing to her hair. Still, for the sort of payday that might be involved she was willing to put up with some discomforts. Quesh wasn't really a place anyone visited for pleasure, unless you were a Hutt who loved feeling on outside what their stomachs probably felt like on the inside. The very air was toxic, visibility was low, and getting any sort of reading was a pain in the ass. No, the only reason anyone came here was if they had nowhere else to go. Who else was going to venture into this hellhole? And that was precisely why the treasure she was hunting was still here. Buried somewhere deep within the acid washed ruins of Quesh.
With her were two droids, not combat droids, but the sort used in construction. Big, hulking beasts who were used to breaking shit down. They were there to dig the ship out, or to dig a path to them. She had even paid extra to get them some upgrades, make them sturdy enough to survive Quesh's corrosive environment. She could easily have asked her buyer to pay for them, but the expense was not so great to make it worth risking goodwill. Not when she needed that goodwill to negotiate the terms of the sale.
As if on cue, one of the droids perked up, and a ping went off on her helmet's HUD. It looked like her buyer was here.