Smuggling is 90 percent mind numbing boredom and ten percent terror. The ten percent part usually comes in some backwater spaceport as some local version of whatever pass for a drug sniffing bothan, …usually. But not this time. Having landed near a warehouse in Drelliad she found it to be much like a Justicar prison…
The lighting in the cantina was not the best and pretty near borderline for most humans to find usable, but the Bounty Hunter sat with his back against the wall in an even darker recess across the dance floor from the main entrance. He had a clear view of the front door and everyone that…
“I’m Corso and this is Skavak” shouted the younger of the two, attempting to make himself heard over the sound of gunfire. “What is going on out there” Tajqa shouted back. Skavak, glanced at the younger smuggler and yelled back at Tajqa “WHAT?” Tajqa leaned over and spoke closer to Skavak’s ear. “I said, what…
Tajqa hefted “tchin” over her right shoulder and shifted her feet into a more comfortable position on the otherwise cluttered control panel of the Corellian light freighter. “Tchin” was the name most Twil’ek gave to the right cone shaped “tail” that extended from the right side of the base of their skulls and hung down…
