Koren walked down the ramp of the black cruiser, it had been a while since he had used the ship. It was well known in Hutt Space and he didn’t tend to like travelling around in something easily identifiable. After all, he liked to conduct most of his business in silence. This was something however where going in loud and proud was probably beneficial. After all it sometimes paid off to make his presence known, with his plan getting closer and closer to fruition now was one of those times. A space station, forgotten by the Empire orbited the Runaway Prince.
A shipyard to be specific, now Koren had waited and let the station be forgotten by all but it’s current inhabitants. A pirate band, former Imperials who used their knowledge on Imperial systems to try and purge as much reference to their base of operations as possible. They were good, Koren was just a little bit better… and helped them finish the purge to become anonymous. He hadn’t told them that he had been the one to help them yet, and he had let them quietly gain power in their little sector of space and become used with their capabilities.
Now it was time to cash in. He raised his arms as he saw Sirka in the hangar. Pointing back at his ship. “What do you think? You’re about to fly in Hutt Space History! The Nightfury!” He turned back and looked at the ship with a wistful look on his face. “Practically built the Golden Exchange with this beaut, before Paradise was even a Casino.” He sighed.
“Not quite as famous as the Millenium Falcon, but maybe locally famous.” He clicked his fingers and a couple of droids disembarked, helping Sirka with her belongings and loading them onto the ship.
“It shouldn’t be a difficult mission, we’re going to the Runaway Prince. More or less forgotten world, there’s an Imperial Shipyard there. Been running off the grid for the last four months, pretty much forgotten about. I want it, we’re going to go get it. Simple, huh?”
Despite what Koren said about the fame of the Nightfury, it was not a name that Sirka recognized. Though, she did not think he was lying. It was more likely due to the fact that she had spent most of her life solely on Nar Shaddaa, worrying about her own problems there. It was only in recent years that she had began moving offworld for work. Nevertheless, she took a few moments to observe the ship as he was talking about it. The model was nothing she recognized, and she was pretty sure it was the first of its kind that she had seen.
“Unfortunately, I’m the wrong person to ask about ships, famous or no. Spent most of my life planetside. Growing up poor on Nar Shaddaa makes you worry more about surviving moment-to-moment than dreaming about space. At least it did for me. My sister would probably recognize it; she’s always been a bit more of a dreamer. Anyways, I hope I can get that E-Web functional before we get there. It sounds like we might need the firepower.” Sirka commented.
Koren sighed. “Fair enough. Not everyones a ship guy-” As he signalled for her to follow him up the ramp he continued to talk. “-A Consular Class Cruiser in the Galactic Republic. They used to be ships to ferry diplomats around, the front pod literally detaches in order to save you. Think of it as a glorified escape pod. Fast, nimble and can pack a punch. Really it’s a good all rounder ship.” He pointed down a hallway. “Down that way are your quarters-” and he pointed up a hall. “-The main cargo hold and the cargo ramp are in that direction. Your weapons are all held up in there.” He pointed straight ahead. “Bridge, break room and all that is straight ahead.” He turned to face Sirka.
“Either way. You need anything else or are we good to go?”
Sirka was about to shake her head, but decided to actually consider his offer for a moment. “Well, if you have anyone that can help fix up that E-Web, I’d stand a better chance of being able to use it on this job. I’m strong enough to carry the thing around myself, and I already have everything I need to mount the power supply to a backpack. As long as I have time to calibrate the power source beforehand, I shouldn’t have trouble using it by myself. Otherwise, I’ll just use my regular blaster. Aside from that, I’m not very picky in terms of accomodations.”
Koren nodded. “In the main hold you should find a being named Onyx, go to him and give him what you’ve got and tell him what you need. He should have it ready by the time we arrive at the Runaway Prince.” He clapped his hands together. “This should be good, I’ve got a good feeling about this. It’ll be great.” He gathered his coat around himself and walked towards the cockpit. In the pilot seat sat a tall and sleek Kel Dor male. Koren nodded as he sat down in the co-pilot seat.
“Alright, Zhast, get us out of here.” With little more to be said the repulsors fired up easing the ship first off the deck, and then out of the hangar. Zipping away from Paradise at speeds that a ship half its size would struggle to match.
Sirka did not outwardly show as much enthusiasm as Koren, but she tended to default to a more professional attitude for her jobs when she did not know the client. If she ended up spending more time around Koren, she might end up learning more about what he really did and did not respect. His scent did not seem alarming at the moment, at the very least. For now, she followed Koren’s advice and went to collect her E-Web and its replacement parts to bring them to this “Onyx” person. She knew enough about blasters to maintain and work on them herself, but she was sure that whoever Koren had on hand would probably be faster at it than her.
After having time to gather what she needed, Sirka walked into the main hold, lugging the E-Web and its parts under her arms. All of it together was bulky, even in her hands, though she did not seem to have a problem with the weight. The ship itself was not crowded, so she assumed the light-skinned Besalisk, the only person in the hold, was the one she was looking for. He was actually about as tall as Sirka herself, though she was much more massive. She found the emptiest surface near her to set down all she was carrying. “Onyx, right? Koren told me to come here. Think you can get this working before we get to our destination?” She asked.
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