Antony Smith sighed with releif when his client's ship touched down as normal.  It always angered him when his clients got themselves killed before he even found them.  It was times like that he experienced the worst parts of his job.  With a whine of engine noise, the private investigator flew his speeder to the ship, using his headset comlink to have his handler make a few financial transactions.<br/><br/>A minute later, he pulled up to the ramp of the spaceship and pulled off his helmet.  "Greetings!  I'm special investigator Antony Smith, an assistant sent by your employer."  He began, slowly moving forward with his hands raised in greeting, and to show that he was unarmed.  "legally, I've been employed to escort your tramp freighter to ensure its cargo doesn't get raided by pirates."  He said, coming closer and speaking softer.  "In reality, I'm here to coordinate your muscle.  A Justice Star Cruiser filled with assault troopers.  I've already arranged transportation for you.  Just head to the hovercar rental facility and I'll help you get on with your mission."  He said in a professional tone, carefully turning his speeder bike around.<br/><br/>"Any questions?"  He asked, leaning on the bike and looking carefully at the gathered members of the crew.