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The pale yellow sky of Nal Hutta at sunset was a beautiful sight, painted across the viewscreen of the Barloz-class freighter that had lowered through the atmosphere. The ship's sinks worked hard at dissipating the heat of atmospheric entry-- something Tsu would need to check up on when she got a chance, since they were not operating at full efficiency-- as it lowered toward a large round landing pad near a small palace.
She dialed open the typical security channel as she lowered to the ramp, watching as guards approached the ship. "This is Tsu Ordan aboard the Space Heater. Landing sign 'bad barrel'."
The landing sign was a way for members of the Retrade to communicate without being too blatant. She didn't have many friends on Nal Hutta, and she was even less certain that it would help rather than harm, but she had followed word of a very reliable fence to this palance and she wasn't leaving until she found him. Still, since there was a fair chance someone might recognize the sign and allow her entry, perhaps a member f the Retrade or a Hutt ally. However, since it was fairly likely that she'd be arrested and her ship impounded, she only brought a couple crates of the spice and weapons she needed to unload. There were hundreds upon hundreds of tons where that came from, and she needed a primo fence to hand it off.
Tsu checked the magazine of her rail pistol and holstered it with a sigh. If those Hutt goons decided to arrest her, it would be an exercise in self-control not to fight her way out. Bigger and more important shit to do, Tsu.
She dialed open the typical security channel as she lowered to the ramp, watching as guards approached the ship. "This is Tsu Ordan aboard the Space Heater. Landing sign 'bad barrel'."
The landing sign was a way for members of the Retrade to communicate without being too blatant. She didn't have many friends on Nal Hutta, and she was even less certain that it would help rather than harm, but she had followed word of a very reliable fence to this palance and she wasn't leaving until she found him. Still, since there was a fair chance someone might recognize the sign and allow her entry, perhaps a member f the Retrade or a Hutt ally. However, since it was fairly likely that she'd be arrested and her ship impounded, she only brought a couple crates of the spice and weapons she needed to unload. There were hundreds upon hundreds of tons where that came from, and she needed a primo fence to hand it off.
Tsu checked the magazine of her rail pistol and holstered it with a sigh. If those Hutt goons decided to arrest her, it would be an exercise in self-control not to fight her way out. Bigger and more important shit to do, Tsu.
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