01-08-2018, 09:13 PM
Drake walked out of Tier One's Whole Foods market with a bag full of leafy greens, small yellow packets of yeast, and other sundry grocery supplies. I mean, of course it would be a Whole Foods Market on Tier One; that is literally the only possible place such a thing could exist. Like, next time you're in Whole Foods, just think to yourself; "I am literally on Tier One of Coruscant right now."
Aanywayyy...
Drake hefted the ethically source, organic food into the boot of this Skybike along with the satchel full of high-grade explosives and military level weapons and surveillance equipment. The gimp smuggler tapped his index finger on his chin and tried to think of what he might be missing. Ah yes, that's right. He needed to pick up a stooge. After all, you never knew exactly who was going to come walking through the Nexus gate up here on Tier One, and it could produce some surprising leads on information to be gathered. Whistling slightly, the one-armed man pulled some magnetic taxi stickers out of the trunk of the sky bike and artfully slapped them on the exterior of the vehicle. As he saddled back into the sleek black interior of the hovering vehicle, he tapped a few buttons on the HUD to begin broadcasting a spoofed Coruscant Taxi Service ID to local traffic checkpoints.
This kind of information breach was fairly common, but also so low on the EPD's priority list that they scarcely could divert the kind of manpower needed to completely eliminate the activity. That was the one good thing about Prime babbies; they always kept the po-po looking in their direction. A few minutes later, Drake spooled down the Skybike's engines as it came to a rest on a docking platform near the Nexus gate checkpoint. The canopy hissed as it slid open, and Drake leaned up from the rider's saddle just in time to see a half-dressed roman cosplay chick with painfully red hair come waltzing through the security queue.
That there's a Prime.
Drake put his fingers in his mouth and blew out a sharp whistle, managing to catch Miss Nikos' eye in the process...
Aanywayyy...
Drake hefted the ethically source, organic food into the boot of this Skybike along with the satchel full of high-grade explosives and military level weapons and surveillance equipment. The gimp smuggler tapped his index finger on his chin and tried to think of what he might be missing. Ah yes, that's right. He needed to pick up a stooge. After all, you never knew exactly who was going to come walking through the Nexus gate up here on Tier One, and it could produce some surprising leads on information to be gathered. Whistling slightly, the one-armed man pulled some magnetic taxi stickers out of the trunk of the sky bike and artfully slapped them on the exterior of the vehicle. As he saddled back into the sleek black interior of the hovering vehicle, he tapped a few buttons on the HUD to begin broadcasting a spoofed Coruscant Taxi Service ID to local traffic checkpoints.
This kind of information breach was fairly common, but also so low on the EPD's priority list that they scarcely could divert the kind of manpower needed to completely eliminate the activity. That was the one good thing about Prime babbies; they always kept the po-po looking in their direction. A few minutes later, Drake spooled down the Skybike's engines as it came to a rest on a docking platform near the Nexus gate checkpoint. The canopy hissed as it slid open, and Drake leaned up from the rider's saddle just in time to see a half-dressed roman cosplay chick with painfully red hair come waltzing through the security queue.
That there's a Prime.
Drake put his fingers in his mouth and blew out a sharp whistle, managing to catch Miss Nikos' eye in the process...
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