"Well, I'll be damned. Seven years of Kessel!"<br/><br/>Meena rolled her eyes and forced a smile on her face as she leaned against one of her cargo crates, trying not to strangle the customs officer in front of. She was exhausted from space traveling, having just landed on Coruscant, and all she wanted was to seal the deal with her client after dealing with the nitpicking officer, so she could finally go to a bar and order herself a well deserved beer. An old and worn leather pilot's jacket thrown on her shoulders and a DL-18 blaster pistol on the belt of her green trousers, she did kind of look like the scum of the Galaxy and couldn't really blame the officer from perusing her file a bit more carefully.<br/><br/>"Yes sir, seven years." She repeated, keeping her calm and patient exterior intact as the man observed the datapad she had provided. This was why she hated Coruscant. There was just too much people like him who stuck their nose into her business. Meena was trying to make a living here and he was standing in the way with his tiring bureaucracy and ridiculous sense of justice. Ha, if only he knew she was far from being a better person after Kessel. "Look, I'm not trying to sound rude, but you have the deal I sealed on that datapad. These are for the Empire and I'm sure you know how the Empire likes to get its stuff, well, perfectly on time."<br/><br/>"Not a problem." The man reassured her and handed her the datapad back. "Just being cautious here." He gave her one last look, as if to measure her intentions the final time before walking off, surely to inform his colleagues to keep an eye on her. Meena sighed, rolling her eyes again before clicking her tongue and mumbling a few curse words. As she turned around, she was pleased to see her client standing there. Rich Hapan man, a smug grin on his face as he reached out his hand to shake hers.<br/><br/>"Punctual. I like that." He commented when Meena shook his hand firmly. Yes, when there was no other crew than herself to mess things up, she tended to be quite on time with her deliveries. They didn't speak of the content of the crates and appeared to any bystanders as very professional. But the occasional looks they exchanged told more than a hundred words. This was serious business, considering the man had ordered twelve crates of glitterstim, a drug so expensive and so controlled by the Empire, that it could really be the end of her if she was discovered. Ironically, glitterstim came from Kessel, where Meena herself had first experienced its effects.<br/><br/>The deal was sealed as the final crate was loaded into the man's ship and he signed a bank transfer for Meena. She would eat and drink well for the next few weeks, all thanks to the risky job she had decided to take. "Always a pleasure." Meena said to the man before walking off, breathing in relief. The worst part was over. It was comforting to know that the next three she could just keep her head down, sit in shady bars and sip tasty drinks without anyone paying any attention to her.