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The Hub; center for all kinds of disreputable trading and depravity in the galaxy. Coincidentally it was [i]also[/i] the best place to pick up work, if you didn’t mind haggling a bit to make it worth your while.  The people here wanted the work done fast and didn’t much care [i]how[/i] it got done, which was great for Maria, since it meant she had a lot of room to play with getting the job done. You could pick up easy fast jobs to keep fuel in the tank for the next few weeks, and then go on your merry way before coming back and repeating the process. It was very convenient. As much as the captain hated the people, it was good money, and she couldn’t rightly complain about it. 

What she [i]could[/i] complain about was the damn smell. The air was heavy with the scent of alcohol, blood, sweat, and burnt oil; Maria was nearly knocked over by it when she walked down the ramp. Granted, her ship wasn’t exactly a sparkling sterile hospital, but she did try to keep things [i]not[/i] smelling like something had died. A scowl was etched into her features as she picked up a crate to load onto the [i]Veritas Lux Mea[/i]. 

The crew had docked at The Hub three days ago in order to pick up supplies and work, and also to grab a tiny bit of rest. Maria had allowed everyone a day off while they were docked to run personal errands, grab a drink at a bar, be anti-social in their quarters, or whatever else it was they wanted and/or needed to do. Today, though, they were back to work. Their first day there, Maria had been busy finding work for them. Passengers, goods to transport (or smuggle), honestly anything to get some credits would be acceptable at this point. But it seemed she was in luck. Some old Verren hired them to transport some cargo to the Glao on Aspen, and promised to pay them in full when they completed the job. Maria never did the job without at least some of the payment up front, so they settled on a three hundred credit deposit, after quite a bit of [s]arguing[/s] negotiating. Granted, 300c wouldn't really go far on a ship like they had, but it was better than nothing. 

They had also picked up a passenger; a Judge. Maria wasn't particularly fond of Judges, but understood that they were just doing their jobs and didn't harbor any malice. She tended to keep interactions to a minimum and to be very cautious around them, which wasn't surprising given her current occupation. The only thing Maria was worried about was some of the other cargo they had picked up. It was supplies and weapons for the Rebellion that they were supposed to drop off on Demtu - where the current Rebel base was. However, this was far out of the Judge's jurisdiction, so Maria doubted that he would care very much. 

The captain dropped the crate she'd been carrying next to some of the others that had been loaded up, letting out a huff as she straightened herself and crossed her arms.  

"Anybody know where our honored guest is?" She asked no one in particular. Maria was in a bit of a hurry to get going before any of the authorities came around asking questions, as they normally did when the Veritas showed up.