[h3]Raphelia Orlan, Aboard the Quartermaster[/h3]

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	The cargo hold area was Raphelia's least favorite place despite all of the valuable items it held in it. The cramped space was becoming filled with even more crates of jewels and weaponry as time had gone on, and she found new sources for these items. She only really came back here just to check if everything was still sealed away in their proper boxes. T7 was upstairs, working on navigating their way to other planets one minute, and sulking moodily in a corner the next. 

After confirming that everything was fine, she went back up to check on him. "How's everything going on up here?" She asked him. He wasn't actually sulking this time when she went to go check on him, so that was a good sign at least. They had a few deliveries to make on Corellia, as per usual, but the few recruits she managed to hire actually found a few folk on Coruscant looking for jewels and even weapons. T7 whirred sadly, projecting the map clearer for Raphelia to see. It seems he wasn't all that happy with having to return to Corellia, as his old owners still resided there, and were definitely not happy about the whole "Stealing their old cargo ship in the dead of night" thing. 

Raphelia patted the top of the small droids head. "Well try not to think too much on it. I've only got one place to stop on Corellia anyway, we'll be headed for Coruscant in no time once we make this delivery." She said, going to the pilots seat. Now that she had checked the cargo and the directions, she was ready to head off now. There first stop on Corellia was actually at an old employer of Raphelia's who she knew had a certain weakness for Sapphires.
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Donya Hollister looked down at Raphelia with a very disgusted, yet welcoming look as she opened her back door for the smuggler. She was a wide, heavy set human woman with pale skin wrapped in an expensive fur robe.  "You're on time, for once." She said, as Raphelia entered with the bag of hidden Jewels. Donya was smoking on one of those long, smoking pipes that caused a lot of pollution in the air around her as she walked. The ship was stowed away in an underground garage that Donya had built and secreted behind her home. It was something only she knew about, at least as far as Raphelia knew. 

She dumped the bag on a nearby table. "Yeah, well I got you your pretty stones. So where's my pay?" Donya waved her off.

"It'll be provided of course, don't worry." She told her. "I'd be happy to give you a little extra, seeing as I'm probably the only client you've had in months." She laughed, horribly. 

"Stuff it, Hollister. I'm not a charity case." Raphelia gritted. "Can you at least tell me what's been going on here on Corellia? I don't listen to much news flying in the Quartermaster." 

Donya shrugged, taking a long drag from her pipe. "Nothing much really, it's just the same boring political talk coming from Coruscant over and over again." She said. "I heard someone died, recently. A Pantoran woman who was close to the senator." 

Raphelia shook her head. "I guess I really miss all the exciting stuff when I'm off world, huh?" She sighed."Well, that sounds terrible, but not exactly what I had in mind." She supposed she'd just have to find out when she got there and see what the buzz was all about. 

There was a certain kind of rat that she had to visit on Coruscant, and in her experience, rats like Marister Jayd knew far more about what was going on then any of her clients.