Trassk stood patiently on the landing platform on the East side of
Enkido's estate. There were no cargo containers stacked this time,
however. Instead, all that was prepared for shipment was a single
carrying case. As darkness fell over the Cormond skyline, Trassk
lifted his head towards the glimmering stars to look for the
transport he was expecting. This smuggler had proven himself to be
reliable, which is why he was selected for such an important
assignment. He snarled as a wisp of cold air breezed across his face
before turning his attention back down towards his chronometer.
"Another loader," Zek Correson thought. He was glad enough the
credits were worth it. The craft skimmed the air briskly before
making its way near the platform. It descended until the landing
gear prepared to dock itself on the platform. He set it down with
ease. He left the cockpit chair to be greeted by the individual
again. He shuffled out of the spaceship by stepping down the ceiling
platform. He grabbed his attention from the occupant who invaded his
intelligence. He approaches the recruiter, "Another shipment?"
"This one is different," Trassk explained, "Human." He stepped
forward, and dropped the carrying case down in front of the
smuggler. "This is the entire shipment ... do not open it. You need
to take this to Corellia. There's an estate northeast of Coronet
where you will deliver. They'll be expecting you, but you don't have
"Don't worry ... Trandoshan...," Zek's gloved digits retrieved the
briefcase as he began to divert his direction towards the shuttle.
"Don't worry, she's the fastest ship in the entire galaxy," he tried
to encourage the Trandoshan to ensure that the package will make its
arrival yet again on Corellia, his home planet. The platform lifted
as he made way towards the cockpit. He set down the briefcase beside
him while he set the controls to make its blast out to Corellia. He
lifted the landing gears as the transport's ion engines throttled to
send him blasting towards space. It took him at least five minutes
to reach into space. He realized the planet was just right there.
Just like what the Trandoshan said, "you don't have much time." "Not
to worry, buddy...," he spoke to himself.
The ion engines were set on full blast where Zek made that radar
locate for the estate he was reaching for. Tyrena it was. Despite
the fact entering into Corellia, he rather not face any hostile
problems. Upon entering Corellia, he slowed the freighter's engines
a bit as he skittered across the planet to find the estate. "Ah-ha!"
the radar picked up the estate on Cormond on Corellia. It halted
where the landing gear lowered themselves. It connected on to the
marble platform until the air pressure released. The freighter's
staircase descended upon control. His gloved digits gripped the
briefcase as he left the cockpit again. He made his way out of the
cockpit to meet them.
The entrance at the end of the walkway, which led towards the
landing platform, slowly open. From the entrance emerged an older
Human, Vrask Holm, flanked by two armed Human thugs. The entourage moved
deliberately down the walkway towards the smuggler who had just
landed near their estate. Their leader did not know what to expect.
This Enkido from Brentaal was an unknown in this part of the galaxy,
and he were unsure of his intentions. However, credits were credits
and he would at least allow the upstart Rodian an attempt at proving
his worth on a grander scale. The crime lord came to a stop ten
meters from the smuggler, while one of his thugs continued to
proceed forward towards the transport. "I believe you have something
that belongs to me," the crime lord said to the smuggler, "Turn it
over to my ... associate ... here and be on your way."
Zek's brow shifted. The smuggler is not stupid to situations
involving organized crime, and this was not surprising. Organized
crime in the Breental System? Wow, seems he will be getting a more
hazard pay if they recruited him more often ... hell maybe a
official position, but it might be more cautious. The moment the
associate approached, he handed the briefcase over to the
accomplice. He aw the man return to the entourage before the man in
charge, "How much will I be getting out of this?"
"The Rodian will deposit credits into your account after I contact
him," the crime lord explained, before turning on his heels and
heading back down towards the walkway leading to his estate. He wad
followed by one of the thugs, who was carrying the case, while the
other remained to ensure the smuggler left in a timely fashion.
Zek scowled to the explained comment. He made way back into the ship
before making departure back into space. He was glad to have left
Corellia again. He was planning to see what other star systems are
occupied at the moment. Meanwhile, he intercepted a transmission
from someone named Solo. He might meet up with the renegade and his
big walking carpet later.