The_Apothecary
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Cole smirked gently to himself as he pushed his fingers down onto the panel, the small screen lighting up under his touch and flickering to life. There was a moment of silence, where nothing truly happened but within an instant; the large doors to the bridge slowly opened. A gentle hiss as the hydroponics pulled open the rather weight metal panels that formed the door. Cole's smirk was ever present on his features, with the company he often attracted he was usually incredibly sure of himself. He was considerably well off when compared to other smugglers; afterall, not everyone was able to afford something as large and as expensive as a CR90 corvette.
He didn't dress in the rather common outfit that most other smugglers wore, instead he wore a brown jacket that went over a thin white shirt. Similar colored trousers hardly made him stand out, but in his line of work? It paid to blend in with the crowd. His face was well sculpted, a 5 o'clock shadow spread across his strong jaw. Whilst his face was mostly unblemished, there had been obvious attempts to cover up a scar upon on his lip. Something as memorable as that could mean the difference between life and death. As he held the door open for his companion, he couldn't help but lean back and slightly admire the view of her strutting inside. His ice-blue eyes flicked back up to her features quickly, he didn't want to get caught as that could ruin the evenings plan.
Leading her over towards the console, he made a gesture out to the stars around them. Within the dark and endless void of space, the bright lights that seemed to shine in the distance proved to be beacons to men of his repute. The guided the way as much as they had the voyagers of old, something that was not lost on the smuggler. "Incredible, isn't it? Is there anywhere you want to go? Since you were so eager to get a tour of my ship; I presume there is a planet or two you want to visit before you return home?" He wasn't object to such a thing, but if she told him? There might be a story behind her choices that would let him see a little bit deeper into her personality and soul.
Cole's life was a strange one, his past was something he hardly ever spoke about but whatever it was it had given him an intricate knowledge of Sith relics and activities and his most prized possession being a self-curated map that depicted the locations of a variety of these relics that were rather powerful. Should they fall into the wrong hands? Who knows what would happen! But Cole didn't care, he just wanted to make sure he found a buyer that was reliable and someone he could trust, someone that wouldn't blow him and his ship up the moment he handed over the map. With the Sith being as they were? Well, half of them were paranoid and the other half were psychotic. Both were dangerous.
As for Cole's ship? Well, it was crewed by B1 droids, old, cheap and close to obsolete technology from the clone wars. But they were worth the price Cole had paid, each one had it's own individual paint scheme, something that he had done by hand himself. Even now one or two of the shut down droids could be seen laying down on a table to one corner of the room, with sketches and paper scattered around for potential designs. They wouldn't interfere with Cole or his guests, they were programmed purely to fly the ship to the co-ordinates that were typed into the command console. With no destination plotted? They simply worked on maintenance, keeping the ship oiled and repaired, ensuring that nothing would break down in any inconvenient instances. It showed as well, there was not a single speck of dust to be found upon the metal floor beneath them, nor the walls that loomed up and over the pair.
"So, What should I call you anyway?" He asked, turning to face his female companion. There was a slight glint in Cole's eyes. A little lustful hunger as he presumed that the woman infront of him was little more than an easy lay. Afterall, she couldn't be anything else, could she?
He didn't dress in the rather common outfit that most other smugglers wore, instead he wore a brown jacket that went over a thin white shirt. Similar colored trousers hardly made him stand out, but in his line of work? It paid to blend in with the crowd. His face was well sculpted, a 5 o'clock shadow spread across his strong jaw. Whilst his face was mostly unblemished, there had been obvious attempts to cover up a scar upon on his lip. Something as memorable as that could mean the difference between life and death. As he held the door open for his companion, he couldn't help but lean back and slightly admire the view of her strutting inside. His ice-blue eyes flicked back up to her features quickly, he didn't want to get caught as that could ruin the evenings plan.
Leading her over towards the console, he made a gesture out to the stars around them. Within the dark and endless void of space, the bright lights that seemed to shine in the distance proved to be beacons to men of his repute. The guided the way as much as they had the voyagers of old, something that was not lost on the smuggler. "Incredible, isn't it? Is there anywhere you want to go? Since you were so eager to get a tour of my ship; I presume there is a planet or two you want to visit before you return home?" He wasn't object to such a thing, but if she told him? There might be a story behind her choices that would let him see a little bit deeper into her personality and soul.
Cole's life was a strange one, his past was something he hardly ever spoke about but whatever it was it had given him an intricate knowledge of Sith relics and activities and his most prized possession being a self-curated map that depicted the locations of a variety of these relics that were rather powerful. Should they fall into the wrong hands? Who knows what would happen! But Cole didn't care, he just wanted to make sure he found a buyer that was reliable and someone he could trust, someone that wouldn't blow him and his ship up the moment he handed over the map. With the Sith being as they were? Well, half of them were paranoid and the other half were psychotic. Both were dangerous.
As for Cole's ship? Well, it was crewed by B1 droids, old, cheap and close to obsolete technology from the clone wars. But they were worth the price Cole had paid, each one had it's own individual paint scheme, something that he had done by hand himself. Even now one or two of the shut down droids could be seen laying down on a table to one corner of the room, with sketches and paper scattered around for potential designs. They wouldn't interfere with Cole or his guests, they were programmed purely to fly the ship to the co-ordinates that were typed into the command console. With no destination plotted? They simply worked on maintenance, keeping the ship oiled and repaired, ensuring that nothing would break down in any inconvenient instances. It showed as well, there was not a single speck of dust to be found upon the metal floor beneath them, nor the walls that loomed up and over the pair.
"So, What should I call you anyway?" He asked, turning to face his female companion. There was a slight glint in Cole's eyes. A little lustful hunger as he presumed that the woman infront of him was little more than an easy lay. Afterall, she couldn't be anything else, could she?