Under the radar.

[ShadowMandalore]

"Dreadnaught...This Corporal Darkstar. Doing another patrol near Balmorra's outer region. I'll return back when finished, over.
"Copy that. Don't wonder out too far, we don't want to find you floating out in space."
"Understood. Darkstar out."
As soon he managed get a good distance away from his fleet, he jammed all communications. Unknown to his superiors, he was meeting a friend out in deep space. Mar Kreeta. They've encountered each other every so often. Either selling information to route out possible terrorists or major narcotics busts. Both respected one other, despite being on opposites sides of the law.
When your in the Imperium, especially when you're a storm commando, you hardly get a social life. Still, he would have to be careful. He received an encoded message stating to meet at these coordinates. His Star-fighter's fuel gauge was just about half way full, so he was good on fuel.

In the distance, He could see a rather large Star ship in the distance. A classy one.
"That must be his."
Despite Communications being down, he then flashed the lights on his ship to rely a friendly message.

 

[Nor'baal]

As soon as the TIE fighter entered into it's airspace, the yachts communications jammer kicked in, wiping out all communication in the nearby area, making it impossible for anyone to make contact from outside of the bubble, or indeed to know exactly in which region of the Galaxy they were, using their own scanners. The owner of the Yacht had paid a pretty penny for this technology, and was pleased to see that it was doing its job well. He sent a communication for the vessel to dock alongside his, and made his way down into the lounge, opening the viewing port which would command a view over the nearby nebula.

Pouring himself a drink, and turning his seat so that it faced away from the door into which the man would be entering, he simply took a sip, placing it down on the table next to him as he lit a large, pungent, cigar. ''What brings you all the way out here then?'' he said calmly ''What can I do for you?''

 

[ShadowMandalore]

His TIE Fighter kept its S-foils closed, keeping it's weapons in check. The fighter pulled itself along side the Yacht.
"You don't remember me, do you Kreeta? It's me, Darkstar. The storm commando that worked with you before. I wanted to have a little chit-chat with you out here...just between us business partners. Permission to come abroad?"
He waited the rouge's response. Like any other freelancer, most had to be wary of any imperial. Most try to avoid them or kill them out on the spot and take their supplies. Darkstar understood the risks, but this did offer him an opportunity to gain contacts in the underworld and standing ground within the imperium.

 

[Nor'baal]

Accepting the request to come aboard without so much as a word, Mar finished his current hand of 'HoloPoker' a new trend sweeping the Galaxy, in which people could gamble via to the Holonet, against players they had never even met before. Apparently it was a big business now, but Mar didn't really care as he dropped out of the game, taking a large stack of Credits with him as he did so.

Of course, he remembered the Stormtrooper, they had done some small business in the past, and it always paid off to have contacts in the military no matter what rank they are. He awaited the mans arrival in the lounge.

 

[ShadowMandalore]

His TIE Hunter hooked itself along the side of the ship's docking hatch. Due to TIE Fighter's cockpit hatch being on top the ship, docking it was a little awkward. The hiss of a vacuum seal and sudden locking jolt was indication that docking was a success. His cockpit hatch opened and the view of HUD was tilted vertically. After crawling out of the cockpit, he managed to get his bearings. Darkstar was wearing his Storm Commando uniform. Black armor from head to toe. His E-11 was holstered on the side of him, while his miniature scout pistol was holstered at the ankle his boot. The lights of the walk way hatch gleamed against his armor as he made his way to the door. The rebels often called storm commandos "the boogeymen" of the empire. A title of which he could accept. Pressing on the intercom, he made his himself known that he was in.

"I'm inside Kreeta."

 

[Nor'baal]

Mar was getting bored now. Exactly why the Commando felt a need to inform him that he was now inside the ship was beyond him. He sighed, pressing the buzzer to open the already unlocked door into the lounge. ''Good, now if you would come inside, we don't have all day.''

He turned the chair around to look at the commando, very obviously looking at his watch as he did so.

 

[ShadowMandalore]

Straight to the point. Draven liked that.
The commando proceeded through the door. The interior of the ship matched the sleek appearance it had on the outside. He wanted to observe more of the ship's interior, but both him and Kreeta were on a time schedule. It would be rude of him to waist his time. He pulled up a chair and sat across Kreeta.
"Thank you meeting me all the way out here. I know you are a busy man, so....let's talk business."
He then paused and realized the rudeness he was displaying.
"oh....Forgive me...Allow me to remove this."
He removed his helmet, Reveling his scared, war ravaged face to Kreeta. His mid length, jet black locks flowed and draped on the side of his ears. He placed his armored helmet on the table between the two of them.

"In the past, it was the basic trade between the two of us. Information was provided, I gave you the credits. I want to develop our relationship as business partners.
You see, I'm looking to get some backing in the Imperium. A more....highly regarded position if you will. Now, I know that you have your fair share of rival competitors that you deal with when delivering shipments of any sort. I can take care of said obstacles for you. You scratch my back, I scratch yours."

 

[Nor'baal]

Finally, with the commando now here, Mar Kreeta could get down to business. It was good to meet the man in person once again, for he had only previously done business with him remotely. Information trading was good, but neither party had ever been under the impression that their simple trades was all they where after.

Now the commando wanted more, but as always - there would be a price tag attached. Mar considered the mans words for a while, before eventually speaking ''I can think of something for you. There is a shipping route, here, north of Kessel.'' he said, pointing at a place on the holo-map he had activated ''I need it clear, with friendly security on watch, so large shipments can come in. In return I can make sure you are in the right place at the right time, to carry out successful missions - and see a promotion very soon.''