Zain Galla
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Oct 19, 2018
- Messages
- 2
- Reaction score
- 2
YOUR DRIVER'S OUTSIDE
"Like, I don't know. Jahan is just soooo handsome." droned the party girl Zain had been "lucky" enough to ferry from Coruscant to Sereno. She'd been on her com the entire trip and honestly, Zain was perfectly fine leaving it that way. Her voice was loud enough to be heard through the blast doors that protected the cockpit and that was both impressive and annoying. This beauty queen was shallow as a puddle and the upper-class corusanti accent was starting to grate on his nerves. His hands moved deftly over the controls as he prepared to take The Wax Wing out of hyperspace.
"C-12, can you let our esteemed guest know we'll be arriving shortly?" Zain asked his prissy protocol droid companion. The droid shifted to face Zain then bobbed its entire upper half in the affirmative. Galla noted the movement and made a mental note to have the droid serviced.
"Right away, master!" It replied while standing and shuffling out of the cockpit. Sending the droid was ridiculous, The Wax Wing was small enough for Zain to open to door and shout back to the Zeltron beauty queen, but he wasn't in the mood to deal with her derisive jeers. As the door hissed closed behind the waddling droid, Zain, hailed Serenno spaceport's, clearance officer and took care of the docking procedure. He wanted to get this woman off his ship as quickly as possible. He could feel the itch for a drink creeping into his mind and knew he'd been to satisfy the urge before it took over his mind.
The door hissed open and without looking back Zain said, "Is her royal highness prepared for arrival C-12."
"Uh, her royal highness? You think I'm a princess aw that's so sweet!" came the valley girl response. Zain whirled around in his seat mortified and pleading with all the preternatural entities to let this girl be too dumb to have picked up on his sarcasm. She wasn't and she had. Her pink skin had dropped several shades and was closer to purple and her normally beautiful face was contorted in a tightly pinched scowl. Zain's eyes dropped to the floor and his mouth twisted into a tight mirthless smile as she laid into him like a starving rancor ripping apart a freshly discarded slave.
Well, this job just got one starred...
A couple of hours later Zain was sitting on a bench just outside his favorite spaceport bar. He'd just finished eating and was taking a taking a few drags off a cigarette before drinking himself to sleep when his office Datapad buzzed. He glanced down at the tablet and sighed. The irridecent screen read: Incoming Ride Request. He dropped the cigarette and stamped it out before hitting the green accept button. He queued up his com and hailed C-12.
"Warm up the ship C-12, we've got another job." slipping his com into his pocket he made for the redevou point. He'd meet the customer and then escort them to the ship. It was a pretty normal procedure, but after the tongue lashing he'd just recieved Zain wasn't exaclty eager to deal with another customer, but credits were credits....
@Arclight
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