The<em>Peregrine</em>is empty again. Nova has just dropped off her latest bounty with Rattick Grel, some accountant of Grel’s that had been talking to CorSec. Of course, she never saw Grel, she never did. It was that Twi-lek Jourla who met her ship. Specifically, it was Jourla and a couple of Trandoshan heavies who dumped the accountant in a crate on a hoversled. "You've got to let me celebrate with you," Jourla cooed as she gave the mark to her goons.<br/><br/>For the next couple of days, Nova had the<em>Peregrine</em>docked in a small slip in the corner of a busy hangar here on the smuggler’s moon. And had pocket full of creds she had to decide what to do with. She was coming to realize Grel was never really going to let her pay off her debt.<br/><br/>The<em>Peregrine</em>itself is hers; at least, what small part of the purchase price she doesn’t still owe Grel. A modified Crescent class transport, it is, of course, it is outfitted for Nova’s needs. Ostensibly a small courier craft, the<em>Peregrine</em>can also take on some incidental passengers. Due to the nature of Nova’s business, one of the cabins is equipped with additional hardpoints and exterior locks. And of course, the<em>Peregrine</em>still has those pesky nooks and crannies that a crew might not know about after 10 years aboard.