Aellyn sat unbothered, staring at the pale man before her. True, he never mentioned a run to another planet while she hopped and skipped to the next one. She did in fact choose this vessel over many options because it looked the worst, no Imperial ship would dare look at it twice. Heck, she did. Her eyes looked down at her data pad, still uploading. Could this be any slower, she thought.
“…you are the detour, Aellyn.”
A smirk formed across the woman’s lips as she stared down at her pad . The pilot pinched a nerve and he knew. For a moment, she wanted to throw a good right hook to his scrawny face but what would that do? Bruised hand. Left on the junk planet? Not worth it.
“A Job…on a junk planet?” She scoffed. “ You would have better luck selling this ship then find anything of worth down there. “ The upload completed as she pulled her data pad out of the console, sticking into a pocket while she stood from the co pilot seat.
“If you could both do the job yourselves, then why offer me at all, seems like you both got it covered. Besides, I’m the one who doesn’t need spending coin. However, if you think you need me, my fee is fifty percent of the cut. If not, I’ll wait for triumphant return of goods.”
She stepped toward the door of the cockpit, the mech was much larger than she remembered. “Someone is a bit grumpy looking…you should feed the big guy here?” Aellyn pointed to Jet as her head turned toward Fel.
”I’ll be in my room.” Stepping passed the large guy, she made the short walk back to the room she paid for. As she laid back on the bottom bunk, she had a gut feeling she was going to have to help out regardless whether she felt like it or not.