When they had landed, Tyrrazapon made sure the captain was paid his dues and made his way down the ramp. He gathered his thoughts and entered the bay to gain his bearings.
He needed to find his way back to The Nefarion Wraith that was docked not too far away. He brisked past passersby and made his way through the maze of those milling around the bay. He caught a small shuttle that took sifted through the traffic and made its way down the docks.
Again he entered the receiving bay and approached the counter and sorted out the details of his departure. He felt this might save him grief over the comm system if he tried to request it from the ship.
"So you've had a long stay have you?" he was asked.
"Yes, yes. I've been here for some time scouting possible business investments," Tyrrazapon lied.
"Ah, and what did you find?"
"Well, a moon like this sometimes has it's difficulties, but I trust I may be able to find a way to get some things moving here," he continued.
"I see. Looks like you're all set then."
"Great. Much appreciated."
Tyrrazapon made his way toward the dock and found the guard he'd met before milling about. As he approached the man, he gave a quick nod. The guard couldn't recognize him because he'd had nothing to go off of the first time, but Tyrrazapon reminded him and informed him that he was indeed the owner of the ship. the guard gave a chuckle.
"I see you got yourself a new look. Did you find what you were looking for?" the guard smirked.
"It seems this moon had information after all. I believe I'll be on my way to finding those answers after all," Tyrrazapon warmed up.
"I'm glad I could help," the guard found himself amusing.
"Ah, but of course. I thank you for your willingness," more credits were exchanged as a thank you. "Oh and thanks for the advice."
"What advice?""The ale here was magnificent," Tyrrazapon gave a smile as he began making his way toward his ship. He ascended the ramp and it closed behind him.
He began his pre-flight checks and powered up the ship's navigation systems and thrusters.
"This is The Nefarion Wraith, initiating detachment sequence. Requesting circulation position for orbit entry," he informed the docking station of his departure.
"We read you. You are queued to detach when ready," the reply came back.
Can't believe this was so easy. he thought as the Wraith ascended into the atmosphere and soon made its way free of Nar Shaddaa's gravity well.
Tyrrazapon set his course for Korriban and made his way back to his sleeping quarters.
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