Silara Rudder leaned her left shoulder against the wall of the docking bay, her left leg crossed back over her right and resting on the toes of her foot, her arms crossed over her chest. She glanced down at her chronometer on her wrist, noting that there were still a few minutes until the person she was contracted to transport was supposed to be there, but she was already getting impatient. Silara made a habit of arriving early to wherever she was, normally because there was at least a moderate commission for getting goods in early, but she had to remind herself that not everyone ran on such a tight schedule.

Felen Laretik had told her to come to this city-covered planet, Jutrand, home to many large corporations, to meet another employee of the Laretik Syndicate, the Zabrak's crime ring. Where this person was going and what they were doing was kept a mystery from Silara, not that she really cared as long as the credits arrived; Felen had said she would be handsomely rewarded for this, which seemed odd given it was such a simple job, but then again she did not stress too much if the pay was good. While she waited, Silara let her mind begin to wander, thinking about what she would do with the "handsome" reward which had been promised to her. She had been saving up over the past months, and a nice apartment somewhere began to appear more and more possible with every passing job. Not that she would stop smuggling, of course, as she had not quite figured out the galactic stock market yet. However, somewhere to be able to truly call home and go back to when she wanted would be a welcome change from living out of her ship, as much as she loved it.

"Damn it! Why this always happens to me!" Rovan yelled as he was running through the alleys, blaster rifles shooting way too close to his liking. The SoroSuub corporation sure did put credit to security personnel. Which shouldn't have been a problem, had the thugs he convinced to make a distraction stayed alive any longer. Punks in Coruscant underworld were worth dozen of these hirelings. Luckily he hadn't paid upfront; unluckily they hadn't stayed alive longer than some five minutes, giving him enough time to barely climb over the walls surrounding the SS-factory's small factory complex. Not enough time to get away unnoticed. It wouldn't be long before they would be coming after him with their speeder bikes, and then he'd be in trouble.

And all of this because for reasons or others Felen Laretik wanted some blueprints! He'd better give some extra for all the trouble. Getting in had been easy: Rovan had found an engineer giving him job and access to the complex. The security relied heavily on the personnel, and with the usual engineering chit-chat ("Ion tubes have been making mess to engines, some plasma probing and it's all good!") he had got himself to the vault. Not a special encoding and even less convincing mechanics, but it had taken him good quarter of an hour before he had got in. It would have been five minutes if it wasn't the personnel working in place. The blueprints he grabbed from the hundreds were for some Dauntless class cruiser for some important guy Rovan wasn't interested in. Nor did he care what Felen wanted to do with them, though he guessed reasons varied from sabotage to piracy.

Blueprints in his satchel, he had waited until the H-moment when the thugs would come and make a mess. Some distraction to keep security guards busy so he wouldn't have to get past the checkpoints, though the poor rodians hadn't had as good aim as the security personnel...

*Crack*

Speaking of which, the personnel in question had followed him for a with blasters flashing, but they were losing in distance. They were also bit careful, as he had taken cover from corners and shot back at the pursuers at times. He wasn't far from the docking bay where his ride would be. Unless the speeder bikes had made it to docking bay before him, he'd be safe soon enough.

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Rovan Holg heard the speedsters outside at the very moment he had stepped inside the bay. But he saw his ride, a fancy YT-1930! Rovan had only heard from such beauties, never seen one. Everyone preferred the old YT-1900 for transporting and smuggling. He guessed his ride was one of them smugglers. And looking at the person leaning to a wall, she was a beauty. "Hello there, sweetheart, I think we have to leave without further introductions!" He yelled, before looking behind. There were yells and more speeder bikes making noise outside the docking bay.