With a strong rock forward, Zactar's BNG ship dropped out of hyperspace as his armored weight pushed against the pilot's harness and the view of Taris grew larger outside the viewport. He had been here a few times before - only briefly and usually in search of valuable scrap or salvage - but it was enough to earn his reluctance about descending through the smoggy, yellow atmosphere. There was almost a caste system on this planet, with the well-off citizens living above their poorer neighbors both figuratively and literally, in large spires that brushed the lower atmosphere, while their impoverished neighbors lived among starship wreckage and swamps beneath them. Zactar hated entitled individuals, so negotiating with the upper-crusts of Taris might be especially challenging, depending on the route he and his partner decided to go, but he was learned in the ways of diplomacy and willing to do what needs to be done.
Zack was here on a Sith mission, seeking to root out a spice syndicate that had managed to elude all Tarisian security forces thus far. Current intelligence suggests that this underground crime ring may be getting tips from one of the oligarchs of Taris. He was also informed of a partner he would be working with but knew nothing of them other than the name 'Zan Vega'. No matter. He would wait here in the space above the planet's atmosphere with open comms, waiting for his partner to ping on his radars. Zack had some interest in retaining control of this spice ring, if nothing else to bring the Empire additional income, assuming he and his companion would be successful in rooting it out. He unbuckled his harness and reclined in his seat, reaching to his left console to flip a series of switches and press a play button. He gently closed his eyes as an old Serennian ballad filled the cabin of his ship and he eased into meditation for the time being.
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Zack was here on a Sith mission, seeking to root out a spice syndicate that had managed to elude all Tarisian security forces thus far. Current intelligence suggests that this underground crime ring may be getting tips from one of the oligarchs of Taris. He was also informed of a partner he would be working with but knew nothing of them other than the name 'Zan Vega'. No matter. He would wait here in the space above the planet's atmosphere with open comms, waiting for his partner to ping on his radars. Zack had some interest in retaining control of this spice ring, if nothing else to bring the Empire additional income, assuming he and his companion would be successful in rooting it out. He unbuckled his harness and reclined in his seat, reaching to his left console to flip a series of switches and press a play button. He gently closed his eyes as an old Serennian ballad filled the cabin of his ship and he eased into meditation for the time being.
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