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Geonosis
A jewel in and of itself suspended in the vast empty void. When seen from orbit it was a breathtaking sight, it's skies almost devoid of clouds revealed a surface an array of oranges and browns that were clearly visible above and below an elegant ring system. These massive orbiting bands reflected their star's light in bands of white, brown, red, and even purple. But that was when seen from afar where the observer was not exposed to it's dry winds, sandstorms, and not under the unforgiving sun.
What made it such a jewel, in reality, wasn't it's physical beauty or it's climate, it was the planet's location and past. Located on the border between the Galactic Alliance and Mandalorian occupied space, far out in the outer rim, Geonosis is and was for the most part overlooked by the galaxy at large. Just like it's neighbor Tatooine it has been influenced by Hutt cartels for milenium, and when not controlled by anyone but Geonosians it has always been a place for people wanting to disappear or to conduct business without having to worry too much about prying eyes...... for the right price of course.
And that was exactly why Belleza Te'sul was there, to make money by transporting goods -most likely spice- from the planet to the Fondor, as specified by the buyer who had employed her. And it did not matter to her what she was carrying as long as she made money. It could be guns, spice, or even slaves and she would haul it if the price was right. The right price being rather high for a simple smuggler but she had a reputation for being fast and effective as well as dead..... which gave her a leg up in terms of avoiding unwanted attention, and she reminded her clients of that when they became a little more frugal with their payment.
But for now she has to wait while the deal was finalized.
She takes one more drag from her cigarette before dropping it to the ground and putting it out with her boot. brushing a lock of red hair out of her eyes she sighs and leans against one of the landing struts of the Stellar Wind and looks around the hangar. It was rather large, able to have easily fit four Homage class transports, but only contained her ship and a small shuttle on the far end away from her. She shuttle, which belonged to her employer, was guarded by a pair of Rodian mercs, one who looked a lot like a very sneaky sith spawn that was now very very dead. The lookalike cast a glance in her direction prompting her to smile and give a little wave while muttering "In your dreams lizard boy."
The Rodian, not knowing of her contempt, looked back towards the open door to the storage area where a pair of humans were avidly discussing something. More like arguing based on the body language, short chopping gestures and made by the shorter and older of the two that matched the rising amount of red in his face. Tho other man, a tall man with a head shaved clean of any hair, was not necessarily calm but was by far much more composed, only moving in small amounts and smoothly shifting his weight while to pointed to either the crates they were standing next to or at her. If anything bad was going to happen it would be because "Fondor"-as she had taken to calling her employer- did something stupid to anger the bald man, so she caressed the blaster at her hip just in case. But with another few words and a flick of the bald man's wrist in her direction Fondor grudgingly picked up a case and handed it over before turning back to the main bay.
"You" He said pointing to her as he hurriedly walked towards his shuttle. "Start loading and get moving. The faster you deliver these crates the more you make."
"I hope you're willing to pay what I earned." She said as he ascended the ramp followed closely by the two mercs. The shuttle took off on short order leaving her alone with her work. She straightened herself out and strode over to the open ramp to her cargo bay. ""Druid!" She called up the ramp"We're on the clock"
Druid would set about loading the ship, lifting those crates would be easy for the goliath. As the TG-77 started down the ramp it looked at her and asked "Where?"
"Over there" She pointed to the storage area, which was still inhabited by the bald man, odd.
A jewel in and of itself suspended in the vast empty void. When seen from orbit it was a breathtaking sight, it's skies almost devoid of clouds revealed a surface an array of oranges and browns that were clearly visible above and below an elegant ring system. These massive orbiting bands reflected their star's light in bands of white, brown, red, and even purple. But that was when seen from afar where the observer was not exposed to it's dry winds, sandstorms, and not under the unforgiving sun.
What made it such a jewel, in reality, wasn't it's physical beauty or it's climate, it was the planet's location and past. Located on the border between the Galactic Alliance and Mandalorian occupied space, far out in the outer rim, Geonosis is and was for the most part overlooked by the galaxy at large. Just like it's neighbor Tatooine it has been influenced by Hutt cartels for milenium, and when not controlled by anyone but Geonosians it has always been a place for people wanting to disappear or to conduct business without having to worry too much about prying eyes...... for the right price of course.
And that was exactly why Belleza Te'sul was there, to make money by transporting goods -most likely spice- from the planet to the Fondor, as specified by the buyer who had employed her. And it did not matter to her what she was carrying as long as she made money. It could be guns, spice, or even slaves and she would haul it if the price was right. The right price being rather high for a simple smuggler but she had a reputation for being fast and effective as well as dead..... which gave her a leg up in terms of avoiding unwanted attention, and she reminded her clients of that when they became a little more frugal with their payment.
But for now she has to wait while the deal was finalized.
She takes one more drag from her cigarette before dropping it to the ground and putting it out with her boot. brushing a lock of red hair out of her eyes she sighs and leans against one of the landing struts of the Stellar Wind and looks around the hangar. It was rather large, able to have easily fit four Homage class transports, but only contained her ship and a small shuttle on the far end away from her. She shuttle, which belonged to her employer, was guarded by a pair of Rodian mercs, one who looked a lot like a very sneaky sith spawn that was now very very dead. The lookalike cast a glance in her direction prompting her to smile and give a little wave while muttering "In your dreams lizard boy."
The Rodian, not knowing of her contempt, looked back towards the open door to the storage area where a pair of humans were avidly discussing something. More like arguing based on the body language, short chopping gestures and made by the shorter and older of the two that matched the rising amount of red in his face. Tho other man, a tall man with a head shaved clean of any hair, was not necessarily calm but was by far much more composed, only moving in small amounts and smoothly shifting his weight while to pointed to either the crates they were standing next to or at her. If anything bad was going to happen it would be because "Fondor"-as she had taken to calling her employer- did something stupid to anger the bald man, so she caressed the blaster at her hip just in case. But with another few words and a flick of the bald man's wrist in her direction Fondor grudgingly picked up a case and handed it over before turning back to the main bay.
"You" He said pointing to her as he hurriedly walked towards his shuttle. "Start loading and get moving. The faster you deliver these crates the more you make."
"I hope you're willing to pay what I earned." She said as he ascended the ramp followed closely by the two mercs. The shuttle took off on short order leaving her alone with her work. She straightened herself out and strode over to the open ramp to her cargo bay. ""Druid!" She called up the ramp"We're on the clock"
Druid would set about loading the ship, lifting those crates would be easy for the goliath. As the TG-77 started down the ramp it looked at her and asked "Where?"
"Over there" She pointed to the storage area, which was still inhabited by the bald man, odd.