What Else You Supposed To Do When You're Hungry

[Silver Cutlass]

Bolregard Spaceport, Eriadu, 1600 Hours​

As one of the few urban-slash-temperate worlds free of the Empire, Eriadu was a nice world in the Outer Rim, definitely one of the more pleasant ones. Crime wasn't necessarily low, but it wasn't astoundingly high either like most Rim worlds. There were plenty of urbanized cities, yet plenty of woodlands and water bodies as well. It was a great world for some rest and relaxation, and a world where many of the galaxy's older citizens retired to, which is why the Jalro Shipping Company maintained a depot on the world.

Primarily, the Jalro Company shipped lots of non-perishable foodstuffs to large groups and markets, and one of their primary customers, the Kallist Station near the Corellian Run, often had several freighters full of food carry their stuff to them. Which is also why Nev Coronar had designated that specific shipment as a great target.

As the leader of the Civilian Resistance, Nev was also responsible for helping the entire Rebellion whenever he could. And if there was one resource the Rebellion was scarce of, it was food. They needed food, and that he was sure of. It was only one of the many things Pearot was always pissed about, feeding the soldiers. So, any chance Nev got, he acquired some foodstuffs and sent it Pearot's way.

Usually, he got a few small pallets of food. This time, he had found a whole damn freighter filled with it. So he was not about to lost it. For this job, he had brought along three others besides himself: Taleed Groman, or Slick as he seemed to be called; a Twi'lek Slicer; and a Human Pirate with one eye, and an intimidating blast cannon hidden beneath his trench coat. The four Civilian Resistance fighters all stood together just outside the Spaceport. "Well, no sense in just standing around. You ready?" Nev asked each of them. He received two brisk nods from the Pirate and the Slicer, and he awaited an answer from Slick.

 

[Just Matt Now]

Slick pinched the end of the cigarette bud before flicking off onto the ground. Putting it out with the ball of his feat, the Nar Shaddaa native blew out a puff of smoke into the air. The tall, dread-lock haired man stood among the other civilian resistance fighters, including their leader...Nev Coronar. Though to Slick, he was just another dude. Feeling for his baby, his piece stuck underneath his army-green jacket. It was a hand-cannon, one that Slick never left home without. And he always felt safe having it around.

"Yeah yeah, let's do this karking job!"

Slick wasnt necessarily pleased with the job he had been assigned. Though he knew it was for the better. The rebels needed feeding, even though he could feed himself when he needed. Slick preferred the more action packed jobs. Ones where they were stealing some highspeed fighters or speeders. Ones that involved chases and gunfights. Would someone really risk their lives over a shipment of food? The way he had it figured, they would go in there guns drawn and threaten to hand over the damed keys. Though he figured Nev wouldnt want to stir up too much trouble.

"So, what'd ya have in mind Kev?"

 

[Silver Cutlass]

Slick seemed ready to get this job over with. Good, because so did Nev. He'd much rather be jacking a credit union freighter in space, but at least he was doing something beneficial for the Rebellion. He thought for a second, thinking over his hastily-conjured up plan for stealing the food freighter. "I want this done nice and neat. There's no guards, only crew. They're civilians, so if anything, we incapacitate them. We don't want any death on this job, so we knock out the crew, then jack the freighter. Kal," He spoke, directing it towards the Twi'lek Slicer.

"Once we're into the freighter, you're going to make our exit look legit. Don't want to set off any red flags. Once we're safely away, we link up with our contact with the Rebel Militia. This should be simple, so let's not screw this up." Nev stated. With that said, he started off into the Spaceport, with the Slicer and Pirate, and hopefully Slick, in tow. The spaceport was very modern, with high ceilings, holographic displays that advertised the world to tourists and visitors, and a couple security guards hanging around, speaking to one another. Though to some people it may not seem like it, this was the best kind of place to hijack a freighter.

If you tried to steal a ship on, say, the Mos Eisley Spaceport or any Nar Shaddaa Spaceport, people would be ready for it. Because there it's expected. In a place as seedy as Tatooine or the Treasure of the Hutts, criminal activity is expected. In a shining example of a civilized world like Eriadu, they think they expect crime, but in reality, they really don't. The people go in and out of here, not believing that someone would readily jack their ship. They have big and bad security guards stationed around, and make it look secure, but in all actuality, no one here really expects crime. That's why when it happens, everyone is shocked when it happens.

Nev started walking a little bit behind and closer to Slick. "Docking Bay 31. That's what we're looking for." He informed his comrade, as he started to look at the various lifts and entrances leading to various bays.