It had been some time since Tryjo had attempted a run in the perilous space lanes, and credits do make acquiring certain services in the galaxy more
accessible. This time was different though, Tryjo was not running goods for the Shadow Order. No, Gantoris had completely broken all ties with galactic
shipping in order to secure his hold over the Shadow Order's economic structure. What better way to persuade corporations to your cause than to
choke them by cutting off their supply of goods. Tryjo quivered with disdain over the very idea of supplying another outfit with resources, but he did need to
find a steady flow of disposable income to begin preparations for engaging the new Shadowy regime.
Fortunately, Tryjo had an acquaintance by the name of Bosch. He was an old time scout, and had been at Tryjo's side on many a mission for the Shadows. Through some of Bosch's contacts, Tryjo had made a connection to a smuggler who traded in goods for a band of nefarious pirates. It was risky, doing business with a known smuggler who operated for a group of pirates, but Tryjo did not have much of a choice at the present. Besides, Bosch knew the smuggler and could vouch for his character; not so much for the pirates.
Tryjo watched as a plethora of loader droids marched in unison carrying cargo into his pair of Action V transports. A slight chuckle escaped Tryjo's lips as he watched his pilot droid trying to interact with a few of the loader droids and their systematic work. Bout time for a memory wipe, Tryjo thought to himself. Looking down toward the shipping manifest, Tryjo tried to occupy his mind until the droids finished their work and he could start his journey.
Fortunately, Tryjo had an acquaintance by the name of Bosch. He was an old time scout, and had been at Tryjo's side on many a mission for the Shadows. Through some of Bosch's contacts, Tryjo had made a connection to a smuggler who traded in goods for a band of nefarious pirates. It was risky, doing business with a known smuggler who operated for a group of pirates, but Tryjo did not have much of a choice at the present. Besides, Bosch knew the smuggler and could vouch for his character; not so much for the pirates.
Tryjo watched as a plethora of loader droids marched in unison carrying cargo into his pair of Action V transports. A slight chuckle escaped Tryjo's lips as he watched his pilot droid trying to interact with a few of the loader droids and their systematic work. Bout time for a memory wipe, Tryjo thought to himself. Looking down toward the shipping manifest, Tryjo tried to occupy his mind until the droids finished their work and he could start his journey.
