ABOVE DRONGAR
OUTER RIM
2250 LOCAL TIME
OUTER RIM
2250 LOCAL TIME
”Shift of 238 degrees toward trajectory.”
Flip.
”Obstacles avoided, starboard trajectory set. Hyperdrive sequence loading. T minus 30 seconds to blast off.”
He sat back for a moment, eyes set on the void ahead. Lacking a droid co-pilot to shout out jargon at him while he set the ship for departure, Fen had long ago gotten into the habit of doing it himself. Despite his companion beside him, he still stated everything he was doing, more so for himself than anyone else. Speaking out loud helped him not forget any step. Besides, it made him sound more professional, which his partner for this job may appreciate.
Truth be told, he’d been wanting to do this alone, as was the case with most any other contract. However, he needed someone to man the turrets while they made the treacherous journey through FWA territory as well as the small trip to Shaddaa. He wasn’t particularly worried about Hutt space; AMS had been ravaging it for long enough that most of the pirates were trying to keep themselves alive rather than raid random vessels like they usually did. It was the Sector Rangers that made him a bit anxious, but he was taking care of that problem with a glass of rum to take the edge off before departure.
The mission was simple. Pick up the package from a contact on Drongar (already done), then deliver to another contact on Nar Shaddaa. The package itself was small and fragile, a live creature apparently taken from Zakuul. It was a sort of Force-sensitive fox thing that used the Force for sustenance, so time would be of essence here. Taking it from worlds strong with the Force apparently shortened its lifespan, and bringing the package dead would only lead to a shitshow. The pay was lucrative, since this job was so unique which is why Fen had been chosen, he guessed. He’d made a pretty good name for himself with his speedy and precise deliveries. Helping out the Black Sun may have also earned him some good karma in the underworld.
A bing alerted him that everything was set and the coordinates were plugged in. They were ready to engage the hyperdrive.
”Hold on to your appendages,” he murmured while pressing a few buttons. Seconds later, the stars ahead began to blur.
@Nor'baal