Trassk waited the arrival of another smuggler on the
walkway that led from Enkido's estate to the docking
platform. Night was beginning to descend upon the
skyline, and a cool gust of wind brushed by. He
squinted menacingly as he looked up towards the sky,
attempting to glimpse the smuggler's transport. A
lot was riding on this mission, and Enkido would
have his head if he failed to select the right
smuggler for the task.
The YT-1300 Transport came out of the clouds and
made its way down to the landing platform. The
engines whined, as the landing legs lowered down and
out of the ship. Maarek was looking about seeing
what was there and about. "I just love this work,"
he said to himself. His ship softly touched down, as
he made his way to the door way to meet the person
who asked for him.
"Welcome, human," the Trandoshan Trassk began as he
approached the man. "You must head immediately to an
estate northeast of Coronet on Corellia," he
explained, "a shipment will be waiting for you,
which needs to be delivered back here as quickly as
Maarek nodded to the other, "I see ... how much are
you paying for this?"
"Five thousand," Trassk explained, "the same rate as
always. Now, get moving before you're late."
"Very well," Maarek walked back to the cockpit, as
the door closed. The ship lifted off the landing
platform, as the landing legs lifted back into the
ship. Slowly the Black Raven flew off.
Maarek got his ship ready for the run to Corellia,
as he went into space. Seeing there was no trouble
he went into hyperspace and should be there very
shortly. Maarek's smile grew. Today should be an
His ship dropped out of hyperspace at Corellia. He
did a fast scan to see what if any other ships were
about . Maarek made his way down to the planet and
to the estate. He saw the capital and then the
estate. Good no need to talk to any one. The landing
legs lowered from the ship, as he touched down on
the estates landing platform.
Two Human thugs slowly walked towards the craft,
which had just landed near their employer's estate.
They were well armed, and took up defensive
positions near neatly stacked crates that had been
made ready for shipment.
Maarek made his way to the platform, as the elevator
lowered with him on it. He smiled seeing the two
men, "I am here for the shipment." He looked them
over. He saw what type of weapons they had on them.
"Good," the second thug said, "better you have it
than us. Get it loaded and get out of here."
Maarek's brow lifted. What did he get him self into?
He looked to the cargo, as he started to load it. He
saw how heavy they were. He looked to the two men
from time to time. There was something odd about
them. "Why is that?" seeing if they would talk or
"Hopefully you won't find out," the other thug said,
as they moved away from the transport and the cargo.
Maarek nodded to the two men, as he got all the
cargo onto the elevator, as the cargo lifted into
the ship, "I see." Maarek made his way back into the
ship and lifted off and back into space. His cargo
was in and was locked down. He hoped no one was
heading for him and or the cargo that was. He looked
at the scans, as he made the run to hyperspace. Once
his ship was in hyperspace and made his way back to
This was not as easy as he thought it would be.
Maarek's ship dropped out of hyperspace in
Brentaal's orbit. Maarek made his way back to the
landing platform he took off from, as the landing
legs lowered, as he landed. Time to see when the man
would show back up.
Trassk emerged from the door of the estate flanked
by two Barabel thugs. He came to a stop several
meters from the transport, but the two thugs
continued towards the transport. They hurried to get
a hold of the cargo, which they barely spent the
time to adequately inspect. "Good job, Human,"
Trassk informed him as he supervised the thugs
moving the cargo inside of the estate.
Maarek watched the two men, and then the big man
that seemed to run things, "Thank you. So when do I
get my money?"
"You'll receive it in your account just as soon as
we retrieve the last crate," Trassk told the
smuggler, keeping his attention focused on the thugs
to ensure they handled the containers carefully.
Maarek's eyes narrowed, "I see." This was not what
he wanted. He hoped to get out of there soon so he
could get some new weapons placed on his ship.
One of the Barabel thugs removed the last cargo
container from the YT-1300 freighter. He nodded once
to Trassk, and then proceeded back inside of the
estate with his companion. Trassk depressed a button
on his datapad, which transferred five thousand
credits into the smuggler's account. He nodded
politely, and then withdrew inside of the estate as
Maarek made sure all the money was there. He saw it
was, as he made his way back to his ship. He walked
back inside, as the ship lifted off and made its way
to his next job.