A lone ship made it's way through the endless space near the spaceport moon of Nar Shaddaa. The small, black assault freighter kept a steady course as it
neared Nal Hutta's orbit. The undermanned crew of the assault freighter, the Grim Ranger, jumped to there positions as they made there approach toward the
metropolis moon.
On board, a grey skinned Mon Calamarian stalked through the freighter toward the cockpit. His pitch-black vest flapped over his shoulders as he moved. One robotic eye darted back and forth in it's socket, leaving its fleshy yellow counterpart staring straight ahead. The Calamarian fingered the blaster strapped to the belt of his grey trousers. His bulky metallic boots made hollow thuds as he stomped through the ship, shoving helpless pit droids aside as they scurried to do there work. He entered the cockpit with a grunt, glaring at the pilot.
"Jess, status report." At the Calamarian's order, the pilot, a light green Twi'lek female, turned in her chair, keying in coordinates on the ship's interface.
"We are entering Nal Hutta's orbit now, Captain." She turned to the interface again, her fingers dancing across the keys. "Would you like me to open a comlink with the spaceport on Nar Shaddaa?" The Mon Calamarian captain nodded resting his hand on the pilot's chair. Jess turned back to the ship's interface, keying in the captain's request. "Alright... Comlink is open." The com buzzed, a voice grating over the overused equipment.
"Attention, spacecraft. You are entering the vicinity of Nar Shaddaa spaceport. Identify yourself, or we will be forced to destroy your vessel." The com buzzed again and went silent. The Calamarian chuckled, shaking his head slowly.
"Not a kindly bunch, eh?" The captain leaned over the interface activating the comlink again. "This is Tokrin Lasek, captain of the Grim Ranger." The cum buzzed, and the grating voice returned.
"Identification is verified. What is your business on Nar Shaddaa, Captain Lasek?"
"We just need fuel, and supplies. We might have a bit of fun while we're at it." Tokrin chuckled again as the com buzzed.
"Right. Right of passage authorized. You are instructed to land in the Corellian Secotr. Have a nice stay." The com clicked as it was severed, and Tokrin turned towards the exit. As he left he called back to the pilot.
"Take us in, Jess. I trust you'll keep my ship intact?"
"As always, Captain."
The Corellian Sector on Nar Shaddaa was overrun with it's usual population of criminal scum. The various mobsters and gang members romped around the Sector, wreaking havoc on any and all who crossed there path. The spaceport seemed to be the only area in the Sector that was even remotely safe. The Grim Ranger entered the spaceport slowly, landing thrusters activating as it lowered into the docking bay. The freighter rested with a hiss as the thrusters were cut off, and the passenger ramp lowered.
Before the ramp had even touched the ground Tokrin was already out of the ship. He sniffed the air as a band of pit droids exited the ship, carrying the land parties supplies. After them a large grey bulk squeezed out of the ship, his heavy steps causing loud thumps on the docking bay floor. The grey Herglic shuffled up beside Tokrin, grunting with each step. The Calamarian captain sighed at the display.
"Dolph, if you're going to be shuffling around like that I might as well leave you here." The bih Herglic grunted an apology, snorting from his blow hole. Tokrin shook his head dismissively, and turned his attention to the many pirates smugglers and other skum that were scattered about the docking bay.
"Now these... are my kinda people."
On board, a grey skinned Mon Calamarian stalked through the freighter toward the cockpit. His pitch-black vest flapped over his shoulders as he moved. One robotic eye darted back and forth in it's socket, leaving its fleshy yellow counterpart staring straight ahead. The Calamarian fingered the blaster strapped to the belt of his grey trousers. His bulky metallic boots made hollow thuds as he stomped through the ship, shoving helpless pit droids aside as they scurried to do there work. He entered the cockpit with a grunt, glaring at the pilot.
"Jess, status report." At the Calamarian's order, the pilot, a light green Twi'lek female, turned in her chair, keying in coordinates on the ship's interface.
"We are entering Nal Hutta's orbit now, Captain." She turned to the interface again, her fingers dancing across the keys. "Would you like me to open a comlink with the spaceport on Nar Shaddaa?" The Mon Calamarian captain nodded resting his hand on the pilot's chair. Jess turned back to the ship's interface, keying in the captain's request. "Alright... Comlink is open." The com buzzed, a voice grating over the overused equipment.
"Attention, spacecraft. You are entering the vicinity of Nar Shaddaa spaceport. Identify yourself, or we will be forced to destroy your vessel." The com buzzed again and went silent. The Calamarian chuckled, shaking his head slowly.
"Not a kindly bunch, eh?" The captain leaned over the interface activating the comlink again. "This is Tokrin Lasek, captain of the Grim Ranger." The cum buzzed, and the grating voice returned.
"Identification is verified. What is your business on Nar Shaddaa, Captain Lasek?"
"We just need fuel, and supplies. We might have a bit of fun while we're at it." Tokrin chuckled again as the com buzzed.
"Right. Right of passage authorized. You are instructed to land in the Corellian Secotr. Have a nice stay." The com clicked as it was severed, and Tokrin turned towards the exit. As he left he called back to the pilot.
"Take us in, Jess. I trust you'll keep my ship intact?"
"As always, Captain."
The Corellian Sector on Nar Shaddaa was overrun with it's usual population of criminal scum. The various mobsters and gang members romped around the Sector, wreaking havoc on any and all who crossed there path. The spaceport seemed to be the only area in the Sector that was even remotely safe. The Grim Ranger entered the spaceport slowly, landing thrusters activating as it lowered into the docking bay. The freighter rested with a hiss as the thrusters were cut off, and the passenger ramp lowered.
Before the ramp had even touched the ground Tokrin was already out of the ship. He sniffed the air as a band of pit droids exited the ship, carrying the land parties supplies. After them a large grey bulk squeezed out of the ship, his heavy steps causing loud thumps on the docking bay floor. The grey Herglic shuffled up beside Tokrin, grunting with each step. The Calamarian captain sighed at the display.
"Dolph, if you're going to be shuffling around like that I might as well leave you here." The bih Herglic grunted an apology, snorting from his blow hole. Tokrin shook his head dismissively, and turned his attention to the many pirates smugglers and other skum that were scattered about the docking bay.
"Now these... are my kinda people."
