Shele
You’re a privateer out on the outer rim, running things here and there for anyone who can afford your fees. Nothing too big, just running supplied to some of the newer Republic farming settlements that popped up despite the Great Hyperspace Disaster and the destruction of the Starlight Beacon. It seems the pioneering spirit had rebound a lot from that catastrophe, and had been a huge win fall for you. After all, your HT-2200 medium freighter, named the “Star Blazer” wasn’t exactly cheap to maintain. You may have even double dipped and smuggled a bit of contraband for some of the cartels on the Outer Rim, but never anything too bad. But this time? The job felt…off. A basic request. Transport some medical supplies to the agriworld, Mina-Rau. Nothing too odd there…but then there was the rest of the request.
This cargo will be accompanied by a handler. Please extend them the full respect and services they require
A handler meant no side hustle for extra credits. It also meant spending time in hyperspace with a boring delegate who was probably another bleeding heart seeking to soothe feelings. You sigh as you run the final checks on the “Blazer” and then step out onto the loading dock…when a figure catches your eyes…
This cargo will be accompanied by a handler. Please extend them the full respect and services they require
A handler meant no side hustle for extra credits. It also meant spending time in hyperspace with a boring delegate who was probably another bleeding heart seeking to soothe feelings. You sigh as you run the final checks on the “Blazer” and then step out onto the loading dock…when a figure catches your eyes…
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