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Aellyn paced around the small room. She never thought she would find herself tangled in a smuggling operation. She had carefully calculated the right ship at the ports. Yet, here she was. Wrong. The routes and checks had panned out, she was lucky her contact was still playing nice.   Reminding herself that favors are rare out in the outer rim. Aellyn rested her hands upon the desk, hovering over her data pad.  A soft sigh escaped her lips as she read through a list of planets. A list she had put together before leaving Coruscant  She was off course and this was a mere, ‘detour’, as the Pilot put it. Her eyes shifted to the old blaster she had managed to purchase from a sleazy looking Rodian. She hoped it actually worked. 

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Picking up the blaster, she looked it over, she hoped her Academy skills would come back if something would happen. Maybe she should have paid more attention in class. Too late now. Sliding the blaster into its holster on her right leg, she picked up her data pad tucking it into a small bag, before slinging it onto her back. Aellyn stepped out of her room, figuring they would meet somewhere in the cargo bay. 

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