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“A ferry? What ferry?” Niomie asked. She followed him out of the bar and watched as he prepped his swoop, still feeling a little apprehensive about taking off with some guy she had just meet. Still, it was probably better that she left the area instead of waiting around for the ones out for her to find her.

Niomie took the offered helmet and looked at it for a second before pulling it over her head.
“Right, work.” She mumbled as she climbed onto the back of his swoop. “You really think that I might find a job there?”

Within a second of pulling away from the cantina, they were speeding through the streets, weaving around pedestrians and onto the main street which was less crowded with people."Depends,"He said, his blond hair thrown about by the wind and his long coat whipping in the air between their legs."What can you do?" In the far horizon point a bit of blue could be seen, he gripped the handlebars and twisted slightly, accelerating further. It would be close.

Two hangars down from the Ruusan, Eli Tupilev stood with his hands on his hips chewing the the end of a tabac cigar in his mouth.

The clack of enormous metal chains rolling past each other and the hiss of welders finishing up repairs echoed in the relatively small loading dock. The BFF-1 Bulk Freighter “Passer’s Hazard” sat on a set of giant metal blocks as the loading crew worked hurriedly over and around the hulking ship. On the sides of the bay a set of four enormous Class-A Cargo Containers were pulled from their lodgings by arms the size of starfighters and lifted to the docking ports on the side of the freighter. Each one held 100,000 metric tons of cargo. With crackling and whining they were bolted and secured onto the freighter’s hull and the enormous droid arms weren’t right.

Eli watched the bustling movement as the dock workers finished loading the four containers on the vessels wings. But they hadn’t yet moved to load the two other containers that were scheduled for loading onto the ventral ports. Frowning he turned to the loadmaster and asked, “Are Psi 18462-472 and Xi 43762-983 ready to be loaded or not?”

"Sorry Captain, those cans haven't had their cargo loaded yet, some error down at the shipping agent's end."

"How long then?" Eli Tupilev asked the loading crew finished and began to clamber down off the ship.

"I don't know Eli, couple hours at least. Maybe a day."

"Frak, alright. I'm gonna get a drink." As he turned to head to the hangar's exit his datapad chirped. Without thinking he pulled it out and smiled, "Good job Rille, that Y-wing might be of some use." He hastily typed a message back.

Use parts from the planet-side junkyard and get it operational, might have to make some modifications to make it compatible with those Container Hangers you purchased, see too it will you, and I'll see about getting you a nice bonus.

Then he pocketed the datapad and turned to the nearest Cantina, if it was gonna be a couple hours, might as well liquor up.

“Really? Do you think he’ll need two pilo-Eep!” she squealed and tightened her grip around Kaleb’s waist as he swerved out of the way of a speeder truck. “Military corvettes? Not much, I was never in the military so I only saw them doing their jobs and that I know better than to lock horns with one. Why?” She asked, holding on to him as he shifted gears.

Jag watched the newcomer return and then shut the door behind him. He boarded his ship and, nodding to his loading droids made for the Hangar. he climbed the metal grating that composed the stairs to the main deck, walked through the door and nodded to Kalin and Laura. "Got a new guy on board. Name's Blikk. Kalin, show him the ropes. I'm expecting two more applicants to show up as well. Page me if they show up. I'll be in my office."

Wih that he walked to the lift and was about to take it up to the bridge deck. A flutter of leathery wings announced the presence of Jag's pet Tailring. The cat-sized sand dragon perched itself on Jag's sholders and hissed, shaking its rattler's tail.

"Su'cuy, Jango." Jag said as he scratched under the animal's chin. "N'oya'kari?"

The animal growled happily and curled its tail around Jag's jacket sleave to steady itself on his shoulder.

The man and his pet took the lift up and walked into Jag's office, locking the door behind him.

Jango lept from his master's shoulder with a flutter of its wings and perched itself on the corner of the desk like a gargoyle as Jango took his seat. Fireing up his PC, the Mandalorian Captain began another perusing through his subscribed newsnets, looking for a possible job. If his contact didnt come through with the promissed shipment, Jag was going to have to do something risky. And soon. Docking fees werent cheap. And he had crew to pay.

Niomie was starting to think that Kaleb was enjoying the feeling of her having to press her body against his to hold on as he continually sped up and weaved through traffic. What other reason could there be for his wild driving. It also didn’t help that she was a pilot, used to being in control, witch made her one of the worst passengers ever as she squealed at his erratic driving, bearing her face into his back so she couldn’t see all of his near misses.
As he slowed down at the boarding, ramp for the ferry and stop. She needed no incentive to dismount form the swoop. She removed her helmet and handed it back to him.
“Yeah,” she said a bit shakily. “I’ll see you aboard.” Turning she made for the passengers entry ramp, running her finger through her tangled hair.

Jango prowled the desk as his owner scanned the 'nets, pacing back and forth and growling as though he were a Sandpanther in a cage instead of a flying reptomammal with about as much run of the ship as his owner.

"Udesii, Jang'ika. Ke'pare." Jag barked at the animal.
At that moment, as he was scanning the Independent Trader's Infonet, something caught his eye.

Keyeing up the article, he briefly scanned it. It was an article about growing trade trariffs in the rim, especially on luxury goods. It wasnt surprising. The Empire was trying to keep a tight grip on the freedoms people were enjoying throughout space.

A thought occured to Jag. That thought swiftly formed and merged with several other thoughts and then condensed into first an idea, and then a scheme.
A smirk briefly flickered across Jag's face.
It would be risky, but in busness, as in war, those who didnt dare lost.

Jango paused and perched on the corner of the desk, watching Jag's face as the mandalorian went through his thought processes. When the human stood up and went for the door, the sand dragon curled itself around the corner of the desk and coiled itself to jump. When Jag opened the door, an explosive clap of its wings sent the tailring speeding through the air, gliding out the door like an arrow and swooping around the desk before locating a crawlspace. The Sand dragon dropped to the deck and skittered down the crawlspace, on the trail of something Jag's senses couldnt pick up.

"Oya, Jango." Jag said as he took the lift down to the main deck. "I got my own prey to snatch."