Chambered Ambition (Nor Vallis introduction)

[Colton Hunter]

And with those words, it was done. Sid would find a solid ship, and the YT-1300 was a solid one.. one had actually flown with the Rebels when the second Death Star had fallen, before the Rebels had become the Galactic Alliance. He had one of his own, it'd serve this man well. Colt smiled slightly, a dark look.

"I don't typically hire professional killers... that much I can do myself... I just need contacts, associates... a smuggler, who is a jack of all trades," he mused, "You may have several other facets, I just need a smuggler for now, later, we'll see... the BSP could use a lot more," he explained. The ship dropped out of hyperspace for a moment, near a satellite, it would seem. The ship turned about into an orbit with the large device, as Colt's fingers worked over the console... a small loading bar went across one screen, filling completely, before he'd send the ship back out into hyperspace once more.

"It will be to smuggle a person off... or people, myself included, I'm expecting opposition, and a lot of it... but you're only a part of my plan, you'll sneak in under more... official.. means, than I will, and then wait, we'll be coming in with a group of people... and fast, so that'll be fun... ideally, there won't be too many injured..." he added, head turning up a bit, as he stared off into space, as if that was a really wistful thinking, he smirked though, then turned back to the screen before him.

"If my plan goes according to plan, we'll be on the ship and heading out of the system before the Sith even realize we took anything," he promised.

[Slade Xandir]

He was at it again; setting up meeting spots for his boss to have for suitable business. The streets weren't too shabby, and the taxis and such zooming above were atleast semi-nice. But Carder knew he was supposed to look for propensity of lavish and rich people, greedy people. He was supposed to keep an eye out for people looking to make a fortune. This place was sure as hell not the place for it. But the people? Aliens and Humans were both here, and he wasn't too judgmental of both. Only thing he was judging were how rich peoples accounts were.

Trying not to attract too much attention, the 5'' 9' falleen male trotted into the cantina inconspicuoulsy. One of the first things he noticed was the mess. Scrunching his nose at the smell of spilled liquor and distasteful sight of loud and unruly garble, Carder walked past fleshy and oily people and armors, alike. There was a pair of men however, who were sitting at the bar, and the 19 year old hopped up on the seat, nodding to the older men.

One was kinda cool looking a whole eyepatch over his eye, while the other was a pretty color of shined and lightened slate. The other man, held in leather, his own personal style, and a one, no, two! seperate belt holsters. Man of danger, obviously. But the handsome man on the other side wasn't too far off with those pretty cylinders sitting on his waist.

"Are you two maybe interested in fortune acquisition?"