Pellaeon Spaceport

[OOC: A thousand apologies if I just seem to start in the middle of nowhere. I wasn't quite sure where to start for places, but this spaceport seemed to be the most suitable location for my character to come into the storyline.]


The hatchway of what can only be described as a ship that was worst for wear opened with a jarring shudder. The ship seemed out of place alongside the Imperial vessels and official vehicles in the spaceport. What had once been used as an official transport vessel for short-range distances across planets had been crudely transformed into a cargo smuggling vessel to service clientele across the galaxy.

She had found these so-called traders visiting her homeworld of Eshan. They were a motley crew of creatures from different worlds, all living and working together on this vessel.
She found their sense of comradery to be charming, despite the smell. There were six crew members in total: the Captain, the first mate, the pilot, a mechanic and a few others. She never quite understood what the others did on the vessel only that one was a heavily armed humanoid man who spoke very little to anyone, and rarely left his bunk. The other was a holy man of some sort from his world and spent his days on the ship preaching about the god of light.

The crew found her in the marketplace three weeks ago. They had offered her safe passage off the planet in exchange for some local knowledge and some parts that she found for them. That trip had taken her from the Inner Rim to this place. During that time, they had been bombarded by the asteroid belts, hostile scavenging vessels and nearly boarded by pirates. She anxiously bounced in place as she waited for the door to open. Three weeks on this vessel and she was anxious to finally get off of it. Plumes of steam came out from the aching hinges before the hatch froze in mid-air. The sounds of someone jumping up and down on the hatch could be heard, along with a few profanities. Eventually, the door opened enough to allow its passengers to disembark.


"Is it supposed to do that?"


A voice asked, but her question was met with a grunt.


"We're here, aren't we? This is the end of the road. Job's done. We get our credits, then spend the night at port. You can go where you want after we unload the cargo. We leave in the morning. Fly back to Ambria for another job. Ya sure you don't want to come along?" The captain was some sort of quadruped creature from the Outer Rim from a species that she couldn't pronounce.
They waited for her reply, but she seemed preoccupied.
"Take this communicator. I'll find jobs for you."


She was in awe at the Spaceport. This spaceport was nothing like she had ever seen before. It was a monolith of a structure, likely created to hold much larger vessels than the ships that were strewn around the hanger. She looked down and felt the commlink being pushed into her hand and took it.

"Thank you. I need a few days here, perhaps more."

The creature didn't seem to be interested in hearing her explanations for now. They had looked away.
They were busy directing the ground crew on how to unload the cargo from the ship's cargo bay. Several large, metallic containers were pulled out from the ship's underbelly by a volley of droids waiting with trolleys to pull them away.
"Whatever you say. You know where to find us."

The crew grunted. They worked quickly to unload the ship of its cargo. The past three weeks on board a ship that barely hobbled through hyperspace had left the crew stir crazy. Nearby, a customs droid spoke to the captain and crew mates individually, asking them the casual questions about the nature of their travels. Eventually, the droid came to her. The droid spoke to her in a strange series of electronic boops, beeps and bleats. When it finished, she answered each question in succession.

“Name? Ren’Xing. Planet of origins? I guess I came from Eshan. Nature of my trip? Business. No, I’ve never heard of the Telosian flu. I’m not such. I haven’t been coughing anything. No, I don’t have any exotic fruits or creatures to declare. Business with the First Order? What’s that?”

The crew that was previously moving around her abruptly stopped their work and looked at her.  She could feel their piercing gaze upon her, and a palpable tension could be felt in the air.  One crew member, a dark-skinned human woman who served as the ship's first mate swallowed hard.  
The echani had asked one of the few questions that were considered taboo in these parts: being willfully oblivious of who and what the First Order was.
By this point, it was next-to-impossible to not know anything about the First Order.
Ren'Xing looked around awkwardly, uncertain of what had just happened.


"Did I say something wrong?"

At the same time, a strange figure approached the small group quickly.  A voice spoke to her, she turned her head to see where the voice was coming from.



"Welcome to Imperial Centre, better known as Coruscant. Throne World of the First Order, or more commonly known as the Sixth Galactic Empire! Ruled and overseen by the Glorious Emperor Octavian Delvardus the First! An Empire that spans a third of the galaxy! Val Corrend, Visitor Services Representative..."

"I... see, that sounds important? But what is it?" She asked hesitantly, her eyes darting towards the crew.

By now, the entire space port had grown silent. Even the mechanized droids stopped their whirring. Everyone stopped to stare at the small group.

A small crowd began to gather around them. Some were droids, others were her own crew mates.

The First Order could be best called the Government of the Empire. It oversees planets and ensures basic necessities are taken care of and that the needs of the people are met. It provides law and order, to a chaotic galaxy...

She looked at him oddly.
Almost as if the concept of having some bizarre entity overlooking the wellbeing of others seemed foreign to her.

"I-I don't understand. Can't they do this for themselves? That seems rather silly to have something like that. Weirdly inefficient. If you ask me, it sounds like a waste of time."

By now, Captain Phalanx scurried over to her side with its four appendages. It gave her sharp jab with what she construed to be his elbow. The crew seemed to be strangely at high alert for some reason.

Stop talking before you...

The creature stopped and turned its attention towards Val Corrend.

"A thousand apologies, Master Corrend- is it? My companion has never left her homeworld. She doesn't mean to offend the mighty First Order.

"Oww... what did you do that for? I thought that you said that the entire First Order was filled with nothing more than murderers and traitors that should be rounded up together and stuffed into the exhaust pipe of the asshole of the galaxy, as far as one can reach."

[OOC: Well- now I've gone and done it, haven't I? How do you want to play this out?]

The clatter of boots could be heard moving quickly along the serrated metal flooring of the spaceport. No sooner than she had spoken, she found them being quickly surrounded by stormtroopers. The rustling of fabric could be heard around them as the other bystanders and onlookers hurried off to safety.

"Uh... captain?"

The crew moved closer together in the back. No one quite knew what to do next. Some clearly wanted to draw their arms, while others wanted to hide.

The man was flabbergasted at her words. "Ren, remember that thing we told you about inside and outside voice? This was one of those times!"

"What? Did I say something wrong?"

The crew of the ship protested as they were rounded up initially, but then grew quiet as the waiting airspeeders took them away. The ship's cargo was seized. Several worker droids appeared and began to scan then open each container carefully. Preliminary and deep scans revealed no metallic components, wires or anything explosive.
The contents of the storage containers was grain.
Plain, unimpressive grain.

"I don't know anything," she replied when Captain FN-505 spoke to her.

The stuncuffs wrapped around her wrists, tightly. She did little to protest them, and the pat down. Both yielded nothing. She had absolutely nothing in her pockets, not even a single credit.

The droid began to scream and screech in a high-pitched tone, which would likely prompt the stormtroopers to investigate the container even further.


At the droid's prompting, two stormtroopers peered into the container and began to shovel out the contents. They reached down deep into the grain container and grasped around blindly. Moments later, they found what they were searching for- an industry first!

"Captain, you may want to see this."
The stormtrooper raised a transparent bag container what looked like a mixture of rocks and crystals. They were suspended in some sort of gelatinous matrix.

Stunned gasps could be heard from the crowd.

The captain began to protest as the items were pulled from the grain container, "that's not what it looks like! Smuggled gems?! Never! Those are glass beads! No, I don't know why the buyer wants seaglass beads. Who knows?! Marital aid? Fun? We don't get paid to ask these kinds of questions!"