<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/57/StarWarsSmuggler1.jpg)</div><br/>Sethcor was nursing the small glass of Arbenton gin, which was a cheap, but tasteful alcoholic drink imported from a nearby system when the woman he'd seen come into the bar from the corner of his eye came over to sit at his table, opposite of him.  She, without any preamble, went straight to the point, asking if he wanted to make a few extra credits.  The corner of his lips twitched in a very faint smile.  Looks like she was one of<em>those</em>people.  Of course, he'd been in the game long enough to not take everything at face value.<br/><br/>He swished the remaining alcohol around in the glass for a few seconds before lifting his head to meet the woman's eye.  She didn't look like a standard civilian.  No, there was a certain hardness to her.  Wouldn't be the first time someone was trying to escape a gang or a mercenary who wanted to get to a new location for a job came by him.  So, if this lady wanted to play laserball, then she'd need a better opening than that offer.<br/><br/>Sethcor set the glass with the lightest clinking sound on the PlasSteel table between them, "I could always use a few extra credits, Miss....?"<br/><br/>He left the question open for her to give whatever name she was going to give.  In these situations, anyone could go by any name.  In any event, after she gave it, he continued, "Since you called me 'Captain,' then you know I am a trader.  Perhaps you looked into the registry or maybe heard by word of mouth, but I can't simply agree to whatever you want.  Not without more information, that is."<br/><br/>The pale-haired human with the faint scar across his right eye leaned back and checked a small datapad, "I estimate that you've got a little under an hour to state your case.  I've got some cargo that should be finished loading by then.  I'll be leaving this place and on my way to the next destination soon after that.  So, what are you wanting from me and how much are you offering?"<br/><br/>As soon as he finished speaking, Sethcor downed the last bits of the alcohol and set the glass aside.  This was good timing as she wouldn't know how long he'd been here unless she really did her research, so she might think he's a little under the effects of the alcohol.  This might make her more careless if she was one of those people who thought they could take advantage of a drunkard.  Luckily, the drink was his first and only one, the gin wasn't the most alcoholic, the glass was fairly small, and he'd been nursing it for roughly half an hour now.  It'd take a lot more than that to put him under the table.