A set of worn black Converse All-stars hit the metal grate hard as a young man walked down through the market of Amradan, in the Maxos Galaxy. He carried a large sack on one of his shoulders, the obnoxious load moving past the crowds of vendors, and patron's from across the galaxy selling items from their homelands. He passed by a few prostitutes from Aquaria, who shouted at him to rustle their gills. He kept moving his yellow eyes focused ahead, barely darting past a few men arguing about which of the small fighting robots would take the win in front of them. A neon sign hovered a few feet ahead of him, he paused his "Tony-Treo's Pizza Hutz" hat tilting up so that he could read, "Rachet's Grotto." He smirked ever so slightly before walking forward, his grip loosening on the sack as he came up to the joint. A large black man with metal dreads and a goatee was walking towards the young man in tow with a young green-haired reptile man from Terrar. They were laughing at an inside joke, just outside the grotto. The young man tried to step around them but the green haired guy stepped back and the young man was knocked to the side, his sack falling to the ground, his voice was gruff and a little off, "[color=00746b]HEY MAN! WATCH WHAT YOUR FREAKING DOING! Some of us have some work to do.[/color]"

The young man picked up the bag as the large black man in dreads spoke up, "[color=fff200]Yeah, being the colony's ditch bitch! Carrying Aderthal crystals to the ship are you.[/color]" 

The young man flipped him the bird then proceeded towards the docks where the large resource cruisers were at bay. He wasn't alone either. Many other young men with sacks were crowding the docks moving towards the headship. The young man rushed forward, getting into line so he could dump his load with the rest of the crystals on the Queen Anne's Batalia. When he finished he ran out, wiping his hands as he headed to one of the black-suited soldiers with a clipboard,"[color=00746b]How many left?[/color]" 

The soldier in charge eyed the young man with cold eyes beneath his black helmet,"[color=f26522]Number?[/color]" 

The young man grunted, "[color=00746b]Two-Twenty-Eight.[/color]" 

The soldier, used his finger to scroll through the virtual page when another soldier came up, "[color=fdc68a]Just checked the Eastern Port. No sign of smugglers.[/color]"

The head soldier smirked, "[color=f26522]Of course not. You think any smugglers would dare try to steal the Queen's crystals. Not even Cooper would have the balls..to take on our armada.[/color]"

The young man itched at his neck, "[color=00746b]So I can have my kredits then?[/color]" 

The head soldier turned to the young man and backhanded him across the face. The young boy took a step back as the soldier growled, "[color=f26522]Do not interrupt your superiors whilst they are talking. You are done for the day and I will be taking half your kredits you earned today for your insolence.[/color]" 

The young boys yellow eyes turned to the soldier, no rage or anger visible behind them, "[color=00746b]I..I...I need those kredits...[/color]" 

The man took a step forward and the young man stepped back, "[color=00746b]Fine...fine..I'll take half. I am sorry for my in..sold ance.[/color]" 

The man shook his head, "[color=f26522]Idiot...here..take your money and be on your way.[/color]" He released the Kredits into the young man's hand and the young man smiled,"[color=00746b]It was nice doing business with you.[/color]" 

The young man turned heading into the crowd. As he walked, he removed Tony-Treo's pizza hat, a cascade of teal green hair fell onto his shoulders. He unzipped his jacket, dropping it into one of the rogue garbage bags to expose a white crop top that hugged a pair of firm breasts and a gun holster holding two Beretta 92FS Inox "9mm Sword Cutlass'" which hugged her armpits lightly. She kept walking a young blue child with two antennas running up to hand her a worn black leather jacket with a skull and crossbones etched into the back. She slid it over her shoulders before pulling out a pair of sunglasses which she plugged over her yellow eyes. She rubbed the head of the little kid and gave him the kredits before she moved through the crowd into an alleyway. She found a ladder a few feet away and climbed up a building so she could arrive on the roof. She looked around quietly enjoying the quiet as she eyed the two moons over on the horizon. She took a few moments before she walked over the roof, moving over a few other rooftops before she came to an air grate, that was partly open, the wind sliding through it's partly open doorway. She took a step forward and slid down the air shaft, her shoulders and shoes hitting the edges of the metal as she moved towards the ground. 

Suddenly the metal disappeared and she hit the dirt ground with a soft thud. She stood up, looking around at the real market of the city. The underground tunnels were well lit and covered in bright lanterns. Vendors with forbidden gold, weaponry and, even alien parts screamed and bartered right below the high streets of Amaran. Prostitutes of a lower status were half-naked and dancing around drunkards who weren't even hiding the fact they were jerking off. The girl walked forward, a smirk lifting one of her lips as she headed towards the port o thieves. She licked her lips, her smile widening as the S.S. Ranger stood in front of her, a black devil among the other cheap and overpriced cruisers hidden within the underground port/cave a few meters over and under the real docks. The black man with the dreads from earlier turned giving her a cheeky smirk, "[color=fff200]Hey ditch bitch, we are almost loaded up.[/color]" 

The small little green guy came over and spoke evenly, "[color=39b54a]Fucking morons didn't even double check the zip cards on the boys. Our boys completed the switch without even a fucking problem.[/color]" 

The girl laughed and came to fist bump the man with the dreads, "[color=00746b]That's because when you have your nose shoved so high up your own ass you can't smell when snakes enter the garden. Did the men get their rewards, Mac.[/color]"

Mac, the black man, nodded, "[color=fff200]Of course. Also the bonus you added.[/color]" 

The girl nodded, "[color=00746b]Takashi, get the engine running and let's burn outta here.[/color]"

Mac frowned, "[color=fff200]Cooper...you didn't do it did you. What did Jerry say about smuggling! The less they know about the smuggler the better.[/color]" 

The girl walked up the grate into the ship, as Takashi, the little reptile dude, ran ahead of her down a hallway towards the cockpit. She turned giving a cocky grin, "[color=00746b]Yeah but what's the point of fucking over the man when you don't get to shove it down their throat.[/color]" 

She stuck out her tongue before she turned back around into the depths of her ship.

A few seconds later the Ranger was up and leaving port, cloaks and shields hiding it as they came up behind a large freight ship carrying Amradan garbage towards open space. Just as they breached the planets airlock, the head soldier on the dock was called towards the beautiful cruiser with a shout. He ran forward as one of the soldiers lifted up one of the bags, "[color=ec008c]Sir, one of the men noticed a hole in one of the bags and opened it to find this.[/color]" 

He handed over a pamphlet for Tony-Treo's Pizza Hut, a note etched in green ink on the back,

"[color=00746b]Here's a Free Pizza for the Aderthal crystals. It was a pleasure doing business with you. Ursa Cooper.[/color]" 

The general commanded the men to cut open the sacks, as granite like blue rocks fell to the steel floor, he let out one long angry scream of pure rage at the realization of his mistake, "[color=f26522]GOD DAMN SMUGGLIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNGGGGGG BITTTTTTTTTTTTCCCCCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!![/color]"