The sounds of the comlink roused Dronas from his slumber and he rolled over to it, placed on his side table. The sound of Braedug's voice came through as he lifted it to his ear. The message was short and sweet. Dronas could deal with that this morning. Quickly climbing into his combat armour he donned his duster and slid on his weapons. The blaster was safely in his holster and his vibrosword was now packed neatly against his back. As prepared as he could ever be. 

Stepping out of his room he wandered downstairs and smiled at the receptionist who hadn't seemed to have changed at all. The outside was fresh and crisp and he loved it. All his senses seemed to sharpen up and he was fully awake. Hailing another cab he headed to to the landing bay that Braedug had sent him. The journey was a short one and he paid the man with a generous tip. He was in a good mood with this new job and Braedug can't have had too much bad to say. As he arrived he looked the ship over. It looked used but serviceable, definitely a smugglers ship. Well enough that it would get out of most sticky situations but rough enough not to get bothered. As he stepped up to the ship he knocked on the hull and spoke into his communicator.

"She looks like a piece of shit, let me in." His voice was gruff but he was joking, the ship would do.