To be edited later: Smuggled Goods, Blown Up Ships, and Imperial Cruisers…..
Deep in a city on the planet known as Nar Shadaa a decently dressed man waits in a bar seemingly out of place for his class. The Pirate’s Moon is a place of business, both of the legal and non variety and the destiny of four souls were inevitably intertwined in the dankness there.
The man in the bar looks at his watch as he is approached by two humans who had been sitting seperately. One of the men <describe> and the other <describe>. As the buisness man begins to talk to the two another human, younger though, curses and stands up from a game of pazaak and saunters over to the gathering of men. Ferrik Varn is wearing garmets of a style that might have been popular on Nar Shadaa a couple years ago and they seem very worn with use and grease stains. He has a knife tucked into his right combat boot and a slug thrower pistol on his hip but nothing else. As he approaches he slicks back his greasy black hair and introduces himself as ‘Rat’. The well dressed man looks around saying that there was supposed to be one more when finally a Rodian removes himself from the bar and walks over. <describe>.
The four people are told that they have all signed up for a simple job, they just need to pick up a package from the Shoalnar Wastes at 10am the next morning and deliver it to the south side shipyard in the Kirka sector by 12pm the next day… (to be continued [by someone else])