Nar Shaddaa

A small repulser sled leads the crew of the starcross toward the pickup location. Xierreau looks down from the controls at his escorts "Oshi where exactly are we picking this up and what exactly is it?"

Aphr hadn't slept well, and hadn't been awake long. She was quiet, and once spoken to she answered.

"Warehouse 13-C is the warehouse. That one I think" she motioned in the direction of one of the warehouses.

"Client wouldn't say what we were picking up." Eight chimed in as he joined them. His gun was already out.

Xierreau turns off to the warehouse "do we have weight or square footage, do we know if it needs oxygen or food?"

It was still early morning on Kintan, the sun had not come out and the row of warehouses was light with people, still there was activity. The one they were looking for had some workers moving goods from speeders into the warehouse proper. Mostly nikto, a few humans, and what looked to be a foreman barking orders a short pudgy male twi'lek with a data pad and dirty work clothes.

"The question was neglected to be asked. I'd been playing the part of the dumb droid for the meeting so it wasn't on me to ask it." Eight responded, glancing at Aphr.

He looks at Aphr "well then Oshi time you found out" he nods toward the warehouse.

Aphr nodded a little absentmindedly, moving towards the warehouse and the man who seemed to be in charge

Aphr Ahaya wrote:Aphr nodded a little absentmindedly, moving towards the warehouse and the man who seemed to be in charge

He turns at looks at the twi’lek and says dismissively in Huttese, “Not looking for any more workers little girl. Check the cantina, they always need dancers.”

"While that would disappoint me normally, I'm thankfully not here for a job" Aphr said with a soft smile "more for a collection."

The pudgy twi'lek foreman nods and says in Huttese, "Row 4 towards the back, speak to the droid P9-D."

The foreman turns back to his work.

She turned to Eight, motioning for him before moving towards where the man had referred

Eight tucked his blaster away once more and moved forward, slightly behind the much smaller Aphr as he kept an eye on their surroundings.

The row is numbered and there is a protocol droid waiting. It says, "Greetings are you here for Shipment 5674-X4567J"

"Just say yes."

"...Yes." she said

“Splendid!” the droid says and leans forward and hands Aphr a datapad.

“Where should we move the freight?” it gestures to a large steel cube, 5 meters a side. It seems to be powered for refrigeration. The manifest on the datapad says, Bunchi Bodi Treats.

“That will be 100 credits for delivery to your ship,” the droid finishes.

Eight looked up at the cargo. That was gonna be a bit of a tight fit, height-wise. Refrigerated could be troublesome, hopefully internal batteries would keep it charged if something went wrong.

"Anything fragile we need to worry about?" The droid asked the other droid

“I would not shake it vigorously no,” the droid replies.

“The systems should last another sixteen hours without a recharge. Given the short trip that should not be a problem, the buyer was explicit that I impress upon you the need for haste,” the droid responds.

“My circuits enjoy all the intrigue.”

The Hutt on the sled slides up near the cube looking it over he nods approvingly and hand Aphr his credit authorization chit waiting to watch how she handles things.

Credits were quickly sorted. Aphr considered whether to barter about it, but ultimately they were on a limited timeframe, so the 100 credits were paid.

"Let's get it loaded carefully and quickly then" she added.

Eight kept an eye on their surroundings as he moved to back up the package as it began to move towards the ship. This was the moment of the most danger.

Eight wrote:Eight kept an eye on their surroundings as he moved to back up the package as it began to move towards the ship. This was the moment of the most danger.

The droid's visible sensors can pick up fleshbags paying more attention than they should to the movement of the cargo a trio of trandoshans. They look like hunters milling around a speeder.

Xierreau nods approvingly "Good Oshi, its good to know when to barter and when not to" he says in Huttese. He watches the loading by the dockwotkers "since we are paying you to load it to the ship, I assume you are responsible for the cargo till you actualluly get it onto my deck" he tells the protocol droid.

"Of course, we pride ourselves on security." The loading takes maybe half an hour with no incident.

Aphr remained nearby, watching over the loading and around carefully.