Korrin had been sitting in front of the Shun'Hii, his atmo-skimmer, offering rides to travelers for a rather fair fee for hours. He was charging fifty credits a head, and twenty five credits for every ten pounds of luggage for a direct flight to five miles out from the gates. He could have flown them in pass the wall and into the port, but that would cost him a bunch of money in terms of permits and trafficking fees. This way he avoided any fees, and was able to pass those savings on to his clientele. 

The group he was currently trafficking was a family of three, two parents and a young child, and he was doing it all for a discounted price of a hundred and twenty-five credits, and an extra special discount for their luggage, what should have cost over three hundred credits and was only charging seventy five. Even with his generous discount they had have to leave a bag of stuff behind, and spend almost all their savings on the service he was offering, but they did it gladly, and this wasn't the first group he had given a lift to today even. It was his third, and the day before that he had driven four small groups of people. Granted some groups refused his offer, either because it was to expensive or because some species are a xenophobic as they come, but most, most just wanted to get to the walls of the city.

They were all incredibly desperate to get into Oasis, where they thought it might be safe for them, and Korrin didn't really care one way or another. So long as their fears kept on paying for his docking fees, fuel and repair for the skimmer, his rent, and a bite to eat, he didn't care one way or another. He knew that he was on his path.

"Is Oasis really safe then?" Korrin turned a little in his chair, surprised someone had spoken, most of the people he flew were of the quieter disposition. "Is it mister?" It had been the young boy. 

The mother hushed him, but internally Korrin smiled a little. Outwardly he remained cold however, and responded in a deadened and uninterested tone, "The walls are high and there are city guards. What is the human saying again? Something about 'Safety in numbers?'" Korrin turned away from the family. From there it was a long awkward flight, and a quiet, uneventful, if not entirely smooth landing. "Your walk down this path with me is through, I hope you continue well on your way, and do not find an early end to your journey." Korrin said the words out of habit and tradition, not really caring if the family, unloading their bags and hurrying off understood what he was saying.

Once the family was out of his way he took off again, but decided to call it a day, instead turning towards the walls. "This is Korrin'Tyritiani'Dashento, owner of docking space 2201 sub bay Delta, requesting permission over the walls for one Dith'Skalli transporter." Korrin rattled off his name and dock space mechanically as he had done for the last few months.

One of the individuals working with the port authority responded with a poor approximation of english "Good pass, fly ahead, safe land." Korrin rolled his eyes, wondering what type of auditory producers that poor species had to make speaking that way a necessity. He flew lazily into hi docking slot, latched into his landing pit and closed the metal covering. Theft and vandalism were always constant threats, and since he preferred not to have to use his other talents on a planet not as lenient with its laws for those with his skills, for now flying was his only livelihood.

Once the Shun'Hii was properly secured and locked away, he began the short walk to his apartment building, passing by a particularly foul smelling animal pen on his way.