Thrion stood around his pair of transport as they filled their bays full of ore. It was a long process, but a cost worthy one. Soon he'd be off dancing
among the stars to deliver the ore to some place the Rebellion had picked for him. Where exactly he would soon find out. An envoy or someone would be bringing
him a slip with the coordinates.
"Sir, your destination," said one man dressed like a commoner of the lowest levels. A tag around his neck said "Jack Squat." An odd name if Thrion had ever seen one
Thrion took the note from him in his caual clothes. He only nodded as the last bit of ore settled within the ship. A few minutes later the ships were lifting off and pushing off into space. Nothing mattered except delivering the ore for now. He hoped ot make it a short trip.
"Sir, your destination," said one man dressed like a commoner of the lowest levels. A tag around his neck said "Jack Squat." An odd name if Thrion had ever seen one
Thrion took the note from him in his caual clothes. He only nodded as the last bit of ore settled within the ship. A few minutes later the ships were lifting off and pushing off into space. Nothing mattered except delivering the ore for now. He hoped ot make it a short trip.
