Araeana lay stretched out on her synthesized Tarisian leather chair, her eyes lazily scanning the Quantum Canary's systems' monitors. She had been waiting for her contact for over four hours now, and she was starting to doze. If this guy wasn't such a high-paying customer, she would have just left. However, the Rodian drug lord was willing to pay upwards of 50,000 credits for the smuggled spice and stimulants stored in her cargo hold. She would wait for him as long necessary. As she drifted to sleep in the Canary's cockpit, she slowly became oblivious to her surroundings.
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Last edited by Araeana; 03-10-2009 at 08:17 PM.