Jasto sat in his ships cockpit, his hands behind his head, his feet on the dashboard, he closed his eyes for a second, just one measly second.......and was suddenly interrupted by the voice of his navigational system "approaching planet" the kind voice of a woman said, he growled slightly as he left to go check on the cargo, knocking harshly on the cage to make sure that his cargo was still alive, hearing a reasonable response he put the cage back into it's hiding spot, one of the hundreds of thousands of such spots on his ship, his lovely Jasdaw. Climbing back up her long ladders and stairs, Jasto set a course for the meeting point that had been agreed upon by him and his buyer.

Upon arriving in his ship, Jasto saw nothing but guns blazing as he pulled up to the spot "Evenin' Gentlemen" he spoke in his strange, somewhat irregular, accent, perhaps it wouldn't have felt so out of the ordinary if not for the fact that Jasto was a Gungan and was therefor under the stereotype of how he should talk. Regardless, after receiving the greeting back, and some cocked rifles, Jasto looked at the crowd that had gathered "Now look, I'm just here to make a delivery, no pick ups this time, got it? but if I don't get my money I'll have to deal with some of you harshly" Jasto threatened in his usual Charismatic yet polite yet threatening way.

A few hours later Jasto was playing with his coins thinking things had gone pretty easy that time, not too easy, but easy enough, so with no place to go, he settled on the nearest refueling station, settled back, and readied himself for a nap.