What We're Owed
Jabiim | Monsoon Mesa | Fueling Station
The Smuggler's Association had never been the biggest, or baddest of criminal organizations out there. It's feeling on conflict and all that was more "live and let live" rather than "let's all stop making money and start killing each other over petty reasons". But that didn't mean that the organization was pacifist, and that certainly didn't mean that it liked being stiffed on payment. Jabiim was a planet that the Association had some history on, it had been on Jabiim that they'd made their first big score as an organization rather than as a pack of individual smugglers. Since then they'd gained a few contacts on the planet, including the boss of a fuel station on the aptly named Monsoon Mesa.
Andrena was glad it wasn't monsoon season, and for probably the only time of the year, the sun was sun was shining on the place. There were puffy gray clouds here and there, but by Jabiim standards it was probably a pleasant day. As far as Andrena was concerned any day you were on a planet was not a pleasant one. Jabiim especially was a planet that she was not eager to visit exactly. Mud was easily the third worst substance in the galaxy and more insidious than a thousand Sith Empires. It was like water and dirt had a baby and that baby grew up to be a serial killer who stuffed a moth down the throat of its victims as a calling card. The station itself was large, and easily noticeable as the large metal sections of it stuck out like a sore thumb compared to the mud of the mesa that surrounded it.
Andrena doubted that meant there wasn't any mud in the place however. The whole reason they were here was that the station boss had kept skimping on payments for work down by members of the Smuggler's Association. That meant he was either stupidly greedy and keeping more profits for himself, or he was incredibly incompetent and simply didn't have the funds to actually pay them. Either way, the Association was getting what it was owed, and if it wasn't in the place, they'd take it as a down payment. The only problem was that Andrena had no idea what to actually do to achieve that end. Which was why she'd brought friends who hopefully would.
The Islandfire was a lot more crowded than she was used to with all the different people in it. Andrena usually didn't get into the people smuggling business because they kept trying to talk and it was miserable on a long haul. That and the Alabaster's got dirty really easy. Andrena's still looked as good as the day it'd first been pushed out of the shipyards. Mostly through a lot of elbow grease, but also by not letting just anyone aboard. Hutts for example, Hutts were the worst. Now there were people all over the place. Someone manning each of the turrets, 10-4 rolling around the place as usual aaaaaaaaaaaand a lot more guns than usual. Hopefully things didn't escalate into violence, and they could just get what they were owed and go.
But experience on Nar Shaddaa taught her that violence was pretty inevitable when it came to credits.
The fueling facility's layout was fairly straight forward. A large dome-sphere-ish shape dominated the whole thing. It was where the docking bays were and the adminstrative hub. Fuel lines connected to spherical tanks nearby, allowing tankers to dock and carry fuel off elsewhere. Nearby was a small processing center with plumes of smoke that would probably cause a lot of health problems if you breath it in. The main "slab" was dominated by tanks both sphereical, and other shapes that were awaiting shipment aboard a pusher freighter or to be picked up by a speeder and carried off to another location on Jabiim. A few towers rose out of this as locations for fuel to go in the case of problems. If something went wrong, it'd be shunted into a tower, lit on fire, and burned off in a controlled manner to keep excess fuel from building up anywhere, and preventing the facility from just going "boom" because someone shot at it once. Facilities like there were a lot tougher than people gave them credit for.
Putting the Islandfire down in one of the docking bays, Andrena ignored the dock master screaming and trying to figure out why she was landing there. Which probably meant that they were was probably going to be company soon.
Just another day in the fascinating life of the outlaw.