C-225: Merchant Freighter Spanial (Docked at Zarg’s World Highport)
“Go on,” the Captain says as she waves the Cargo Master in.
“Vizant?”
Cargo Master Lia asks, apparently noting Oliver’s civvies.
She too has changed, and is now wearing loose blue pants in a wraparound style and a simple white t-shirt with casual shoes.
As Oliver sits down he puts his backpack at his side and has it leaning against him. “Just Oliver, thank you Lia.”
He looks between them. “I need to make it to Seperatist space. I would like you to assist me. I’m not asking you to drop everything, or anything. I have some preparations to do and I have time. I would be more comfortable if your slates were clean before we got started.”
He pauses to gague reaction.
“I think it would be tedious to sort out a pickup time, so my proposal is until you are ready to help me with my trip, you can take me on as a crew member. I can do sensor work, am capable of sitting control watches and can maintain almost anything that runs on electricity. I provide work for you in exchange for passage, I don’t pay a passenger fee and you don’t pay me an employment rate. I can contribute to food and other costs as is fair.”
He settles back in his seat. “Unless that’s not agreeable?”