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Ron Dakka looked out on the landing platform once again, he knew the security crew wasn't due to arrive for a few more hours, but sadly enough for the first time in his life, he was early for something and he all at once learned the bittersweet truth that being early was almost as bad as being late. Forced to sit as his over eager legs began to work he looked upon the caravan as it slowly assembled. Weeks he had planned this venture with his sister and now all he had to do was wait.
It hadn't been long ago that he had received the news, small holonet radio station attached to an aid group talked about how trading companies could no longer afford to move shipments through this section of Mimban. Trade had been bad everywhere in the rim for a long time since the Alliance fell, but where some doors closed a window opened, and Ron saw his window on this world.
Talk was there were villages that needed food, tools, basic necessities to continue their settlement activity and after some lengthy talks he had patched together an economical and safe route, well safe enough route, to hit three villages in a week. For the journey he tallied his goods and workers for the fifth time as once again he had little better to do. Notably there were the Nerfs pulling the repulsorlift wagons. Engines were faster but he was told they attracted the natives.
The natives
As soon as this job was done he didn't want to hear those words together for as long as he lived.
The Coway were the cause of every single trouble he had run into, or at least were a major part of every little thing. Can't blaze a trail that land is sacred to the Coway, can't fly over that mountain, Coway burned down a village last time that happened cause guess what IT'S SACRED TOO. Apparently if it exists and Coway live on it, it's pretty kriffing sacred.
Pressing his robotic hand to his temple the man moved on replacing the hot temper with the warmth of a nice cigar. A smoke trail in his wake he looked down the line noting the stores of rations, water purifiers, and generators he would be selling to the fine people he had negotiated with. Despite the economic shortness of his route, he would certainly be taking a tour of the sights, going over the map again he shook his head,
"Swamp to desert to jungle to beach, damn planet make up your mind," he said as he chewed a bit into the leathery cigar
Patting one of the more nervous nerfs he looked over the personal file,
"Rodirigues, Monta'acal, Ritta, Jarlarii..." Listing off the last names one by one as he looked for the face it belonged to, it was a lengthy process, thirty names in all had signed on to this venture excluding the so far absent security team.
Speaking of them. Ron grabbed a communicator from his pocket,
"ETA till arrival of sec?"
"You just asked me the estimated time of arrival till arrival...also what's a sec?" The communicator responded with a familiar female voice
"Security," he replied ignoring the chide
"For the fifth time Ronnie they're coming, settle down,"
"I never settle, why do you think I became a trader,"
On the other end of the communication was Tia Dakka, standing in a smart coat and shoes as unlike her brother she had no intention of living her life on the road. Organizing from the main base she set up near the landing pad she'd provide intel and avoid any sharp deadly things lurking in the jungle. Something she was supremely glad of.
"Empire sees it, your a traitor and a trader," Tia teased once more, quite aware that the warrant listed her as well.
"More the reason to keep on the move, tell me when they get here, we're ready to move out,"
"Sure thing little brother," she said with a smile, once again looking up into the crisp sky. One thing she didn't plan was the weather, but luck had her back in that department.
As the sun rose over the horizon she noticed the approach of a ship, knowing that if this was the team she called for it would only be half the full force she held back on exciting her eager little brother. She had hired two firms to handle security on the dangerous trek, she had been burned before on payment and she always figured merc companies fought harder if they had a competitor by their side. With a faint grin as the wind shifted causing her coat to billow and her hair to shimmer, she prepared to greet the newcomers, get them up to speed and have them off, she was betting a lot on the success of this trade run and speed was by far the most important part of her job,
"Clear the landing bay," she called out, standing firmly as the ship descended. With a look down at the communicator and a look up at the ship she hoped she did well picking these two, because in the end she could build a new trading company, she couldn't build a new brother. Not again at least.