Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)" I'm transporting live-stock, yes live-stock out of Coruscant. " Spoke the voice of a young male. His voice sounding like that off some graceful singers, his appearance more so. His hair held a dual tone, the outer layer black, whilst his inner bangs were a gold, nearly matching his own golden skin. The pilot was a Firrerreo, and a damn good smuggler, while on the topic of what he was.
You see, this time, he'd been hired by a military deserter. She wanted to escape Coruscant, despite the siege the SITH held upon it. Granted, they were also clumsy, and it was easier for a smaller, and lighter craft to escape. Especially one so advancely equipped as his ship. It had been a prototype stealth flier. Capable of carrying small loads, of rather expensive goods. Usually, the young smuggler only took pieces of art, and the like, however, this time he took another being. A Zabrak. He couldn't exactly recall her name, as he had asked her to remain hidden within the cargo hold, along with several smaller nerf. The Sith officer spoke again, asking him to wait a moment, granted, knowing his moment. Taral, moved his hand to initiate a hyper space sequence, intending to blast past the blockade. Grinning, he'd got it right. There lasers were barely charged by the time he blasted past them. Leaving behind only stars all around him.
It was when he was done, that he got out of his seat, and headed to the cargo bay, opening it, before peeking inside. " Miss Zabrak~ It seems we've made it past the blockade, so if you'd join me on the bridge... we'll discuss where I drop you off. "
You see, this time, he'd been hired by a military deserter. She wanted to escape Coruscant, despite the siege the SITH held upon it. Granted, they were also clumsy, and it was easier for a smaller, and lighter craft to escape. Especially one so advancely equipped as his ship. It had been a prototype stealth flier. Capable of carrying small loads, of rather expensive goods. Usually, the young smuggler only took pieces of art, and the like, however, this time he took another being. A Zabrak. He couldn't exactly recall her name, as he had asked her to remain hidden within the cargo hold, along with several smaller nerf. The Sith officer spoke again, asking him to wait a moment, granted, knowing his moment. Taral, moved his hand to initiate a hyper space sequence, intending to blast past the blockade. Grinning, he'd got it right. There lasers were barely charged by the time he blasted past them. Leaving behind only stars all around him.
It was when he was done, that he got out of his seat, and headed to the cargo bay, opening it, before peeking inside. " Miss Zabrak~ It seems we've made it past the blockade, so if you'd join me on the bridge... we'll discuss where I drop you off. "