Author: Jelan Teff. Posted At: 01/17/2007 at 03:00 AM
Name: Jelan Teff. Gender: Female. Species: Twi'lek. Age: 25. Weight: Approximately 130 pounds. Height: Two meters (Average for the Twi'lek race.) Skin Colour: Blue. Hair Colour: Dark brown (Only hair on her body is her eyebrows.) Eye Colour: Grey
Biography: Excerpt from her piloting days.
“Approaching destination,” came the deep toned voice from the seat adjacent to a taller, yet slender figure.
“Planet identification confirmed. Preparing to enter the system,” came the softer toned voice, which obviously belong to the female, whose hands found them adjusting switched on the ship’s control panels.
“I don’t get, though, why we were just given the coordinates instead of the planet name…” the male’s voice trailed off.
“So we don’t know where we’re going to get side tracked? Although when we land, we’ll know…” she said and then let her shoulders shrug before sitting up straight in the chair.
“Preparing to land in Dock Bay number Eighty-Seven. Get the package ready for delivery,” came the male’s voice once again as he looked over to his co-pilot, if that’s what one wanted to see her as. And from underneath the seat, the blue-skinned female pulled out various latches, painted to match the white of the floor. The seat flipped over to the right, where an empty space was left amongst the panels and controls so that the chair would be able to lay on its side.
Underneath where the seat once was, was not the solid base one might expect, but instead carried a suitcase, which the contents inside would surely get them thrown into the prison, should they have gotten caught. A smirk came across the woman’s face and she lifted her head, now obviously identified as a Twi’lek. She readjusted the chair in its correct position, jamming the latches back in place, which blended in quite well with the floor, yet only if one looked carefully at it, would they see that the hinges rose slightly higher than the floor of the cockpit.
As the two landed as they were scheduled to, they exited the ship, together, walking as if they were, perhaps, a newly wed couple, their hands locking together as they passed the Stormtroopers on their left, who seemed to take no notice of them. The talk of the two pilots were that of a new home in a new place, which seemed to be enough cover for her.
It seemed like forever as they walked on the street—it felt as if every eye watched that suitcase as if they knew what was inside, but even the two who carried it did not know its contents.
Ask no questions; do not open it, and you shall be paid well, was what they were told, and they complied.
Continuing along the street, they continued to pretend to have been together, which probably diverted some of the attention to the suitcase that was in the left hand of the Twi’lek, its contents still unknown. How she longed to simply open it and see what she was to deliver, but she wouldn’t ignore orders. Plus, the pay would be better if she did follow the ruled laid down by her, wouldn’t they? Still, though, this smuggling business was but a tease to her, and more than once she had grumbled over her own rules that she had set for herself. This smuggling business was tough, whether or not anyone wanted to admit to it or not. But then again, it could simply be because of the rules she had set for herself.
Walking into one of the buildings, they were granted access. “You’re expected,” said the slave Twi’lek as she turned and walked up the stairs, the pilots trailing behind her at a safe distance, and she talked to the Guards ahead, granting them passage.
Once inside, the blue-skinned female lifted the suitcase and placed it on the desk.
“You carried this in, in such an obvious way? What if you were caught?” asked the voice of another human, this one being a female, who turned around to meet their eyes. It was the Twi’lek who spoke first.
“We find, that the more obvious you make it, the less they notice that you could possibly be doing something wrong,” she said and nodded her head. “Nevertheless we have made it here to you with contents that is meant for your eyes only. We shall now take our leave and return to our ship to report back.”
“Ah, Jelan. You never cease to amuse me,” she said before turning around, waiting for the smugglers to leave her alone, and the two walked out, more quickly than they had entered. Not quick enough, however, to attract the attention of the guards and slaves they passed, but quickly nevertheless.
Once outside, they crossed the busy street at the bottom, and when they were approximately two hundred yards away, the two stopped simultaneously, and from the building behind them they heard the large explosion that they were expecting.
“So, my friend, it is a good thing we did not open that suitcase,” she said and raised her brows before entering the Dock Bay once more, watching as units of the troopers were issued to go check out what happened.
Now, neither of the two knew who it was that they just killed, or how the woman had known who she was, but it mattered not. Their job was complete, and now they’d be able to buy the new parts that they had needed desperately.
Once back in the ship, the Twi’lek relaxed in the seat above the smuggling compartment, which served its purpose very well. A hologram, then, appeared in front of them, of their employer, and before it faded out, they heard the words: A job well done.”
((Still working on it; not sure I entirely like it. In fact, I find it rather boring. I rushed it a bit, though; for now I must be off. Any feedback is welcome.))