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Post by Lord Ire on Dec 19, 2009 23:36:30 GMT -5
Mos Eisley was located in a valley somewhere to the southeast of the Jundland Wastes and roughly 80 kilometers north of Anchorhead, near the desert palace of Jabba the Hutt. From a distance, the spaceport appeared as a haphazard collage of low-grade duracrete, stone, and plastoid structures that spread outward from a central power and water distribution plant. The city lacked a main landing facility; therefore it relied on 362 individual hangars. By order of the Empire, all of these hangars were equipped with time-lock devices. Illegally parked vessels were not an uncommon sight. |
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Post by Lord Ire on Dec 19, 2009 23:43:01 GMT -5
Tatooine was always a refuge for those not wishing to be seen or found, precisely the reason why there was a man sitting in Docking Bay 94 of the spaceport. The middle-aged bearded man looked like your run of the mill smuggler; spacer jacket, work pants with lots of pockets, the smell of engine oil about him, a DL-44 strapped securely to his hip, complete image of a hard-nosed spacer. The smuggler had been waiting for the a some time now and was beginning to wonder if his client would ever show up. He sat there tapping his foot, trying to make the time go by quickly; patients not being a virtue he holds. He reaches into his inside jacket pocket and pulls out a fine Corellian cigar and lights up, hoping that him lighting up will bring about the arrival of the ship quicker. |
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Post by Jarek Rithin on Dec 19, 2009 23:46:53 GMT -5
The tramp freighter came down from overhead in a steep dive. it was a correlian model, the distinct disk shape betraying that much, but the hell was so battered and modified that the vessels original type was hard to discern. The pilot, who was either very good or out of his mind, angled the nose up sharply just as the ship came in through the opening on the ceiling and levels out just in time to land loudly on the rock floor of the hangar.
The ship had barely landed when the boarding hatch dropped and a single figure casually hopped out. It was a short, red furred Bothan who's ever movement screamed of arrogance. the smile on his face, the sauntering way he walked... and the black leather pistol grip of the flechette pistol at his side.
He took a moment to look around, then headed over to the man waiting in the hangar bay already. "Are you the one with my money?"
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Post by Lord Ire on Dec 19, 2009 23:58:24 GMT -5
Seeing the Bothan exit the ship, the smuggler pulls the cigar from his mouth and blows the smoke in the Bothan's general direction. "That depends..." he says with a deep voice as he gets up and begins walking over to the Bothan. "are you the one with the supplies?"
As the man steps closer he draws on the cigar a bit more, its sweet stench filling the area of the hangar bay. A coy smile lifts around the cigar as the man nods to the Bothan and readies a hidden knife up his sleeve in case of trouble. He knows that if things get dicey, he can take the wee goat.
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Post by Jarek Rithin on Dec 20, 2009 0:04:09 GMT -5
The Bothan walked up to the man, and the closer he got it was more and more obvious the creature for almost laughably short even by Bothan standards. When the two of them stood face to face, the Bothan didn't even reach the over mans shoulders, standing maybe 1.3 meters even in his combat boots. But if anything that fact just made him more cocky.
"You think we'd show our faces to an Imperial agent if we didn't? We got it all, most of it without much trouble, but the Lizards're probably mighty pissy right now, so i wouldn;t go anywhere near them for the next couple of months... if ever. But i'm gettin' side tracked, show me the credits and i'll give landing orders for the goods."
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Post by Lord Ire on Dec 20, 2009 0:12:12 GMT -5
"Watch who you call Imperial, I work for a living." The smuggler says as he pulls out a credchip card and tosses it to the Bothan. The glowing red numbers on the front indicate the card's total to be the proper amount for payment. As the Bothan checks it, the smuggler stands there puffing away at his cigar. "So, do I get the good now? I got a schedule to keep."
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Post by Jarek Rithin on Dec 20, 2009 0:18:31 GMT -5
The Bothan caught the card and took a long moment studying it visually, making sure it was all legitimate. Then he pulled a commlink off his belt and said something in to it in the private language of the syndicate. The smuggler heard commotion inside the freighter, and before long the rest of the crew began hauling sealed containers out one at a time, escorted by humanoids in black and red antique 'Clone Trooper' style battle armor, and very modern heavy blaster rifles.Then Bothan then turned back to the smuggler.
"that Ssi-Ruuvi stuff's freaky, mate. Whatever the Empire's got in mind, you definitely wanna not be there when they get it up and running." He reached in to one of his pockets and pulled out a card of his own, flipping it back to the smuggler.
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Post by Lord Ire on Dec 20, 2009 0:26:52 GMT -5
"I see you have no problem accepting their credits..." the smuggler says as he catches the card reads it momentarily before he watches the crews unload the equipment. There were quite a few crates already unloaded and more coming. The smuggler can't help but nod. "Then again, from the looks of it, you might be more right than anyone."
The smuggler pulls a cigar out from his jacket and offers it to the Bothan while the crews begin loading the cargo on one of the repulsarlift carts. He points to the large door that connects to the next bay over and hollers at the crews. "My ship's in the next bay, take it on over there and my loaders can handle it."
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Post by Jarek Rithin on Dec 20, 2009 0:31:57 GMT -5
The Bothan took the cigar with a nod, and shook his head once. "We take their credits from a distance, mate. We deliver it where they tell us, and somebody like you hands over the money. And then we scram before they decide there's too many eyes about."
He fished through his pockets until he found his lighter, and pressed the stud that caused a small flame that was, amazingly enough, green, to spring to life to let him light the cigar. "And i think know's a good time to be scramming...."
He turned away and gave a sharp whistle, the crew of his own ship quickly moving back up the ramp and leaving the boxes where they'd piled them. contract was completed on delivery to their contact... nobody ever said anything about loading somebody elses ship.
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Post by Lord Ire on Dec 20, 2009 1:51:21 GMT -5
The Bothan and his crew leave without loading the smuggler's ship for him, they did their job and went almost as fast as they came. "Maybe I should have offered a tip to load my ship..." The smuggler goes and opens the door that separates the two bays and is graced to see his YT-2000, the Red Lady, sitting with her cargo hold open. Immediately greeted by two well used lifter droids, the smuggler points to the cargo and blows the smoke from his cigar into the droids metalic face. "Well then, lets get this party started." Within minutes the droids load all the supplies on board and the smuggler goes to the payment station to settle the bill. He uses the last of the expense credits to pay off the bay and loader fees before climbing on board his ship and beginning pre-flight. Soon enough the ship is lifting off and heading to deliver its cargo. |
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Post by nekogurl on Jan 10, 2010 21:41:39 GMT -5
*she lands at the spaceport and gets off wearing black shirt and blue jeans and a emerald green cloak that covered her completely, and she pays to get her ship refuled and for fresh supplies to be brought aboard, she pays and the person said it will be awhile and she goes into town hoping to find a drink
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Post by nekogurl on Jan 10, 2010 22:36:17 GMT -5
*she walks back to her ship and the man came back up to her and said* ships refuled and ready to go *she said* thanks *goes and gets in her ship and leaves and head to space*
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Post by nekogurl on Feb 3, 2010 23:38:11 GMT -5
*she lands her ship at the spaceport and checks fuel and sees it good and walks off of her ship her emerald green cloak covering her body and her hood is on her head and walks down the streets*
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Post by nekogurl on Feb 21, 2010 22:07:11 GMT -5
*walks to the spaceport and goes to her ship and gets in and gets it started and heads off the surface*
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Post by Tookie Binks on Aug 22, 2010 16:44:49 GMT -5
Tookie enters the spaceport and quickly finds his docking bay and hops aboard the Bombad Gungan. He places Jade inside his quarters aboard the ship and makes sure she his as comfortable as possible. Tookie then goes to the cockpit to signal the Jedi Temple on Yavin IV and inform them of everything that has been happening.
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)checking the site..realizing no one's here and leaves