Outlaw's foresight

Den of thieves

Zadock was sitting at the bar in a bar on Corusant, waiting for the next person who needed his services and secret hyperspace lane to smuggle something. Zadock had a feeling his next job would be in this bar and would show up today. He was sitting in the corner of the bar, sitting and listening to who ever was walking his way. Several people had walked his way but not sit at the booth. 

Zadock was a human, he had grey eyes with several cybernetics in his arms and one replacing his left eye and making his jaw. He was a war survivor of the Naboo crisis, he had witnessed his parents die due to a Trade federation fragmentation mine. His eye, jaw and arm was heavily damaged or would never heal fully.  He wore a long black coat, a tan jumpsuit, grey boots and gloves, and a wide rimmed leather hat.

He carried a slugthrower pistol, a pistol that fired ballistic shots instead of plasma shots. "You are rather hard to find." a woman said. Zadock lifted his hat slightly, seeing a twi'lek in mandalorian armor. "It's my job to be hard to find." Zadock said. The woman sat at the booth and looked at him. "What is my 'merchandise' I'm moving?" Zadock asked. "I need you to take 4 containers to Ord Mantell , don't open them, only drop them on the planet, and leave it there." she said.

"Sorry, but, I don't take cargo that can cause problems, I take weapons and supplies, but not something I don't know what I'm hauling." Zadock said. The twi'lek stood up and walked away. Zadock took out his pistol and aimed down the barrel at the wall. A human woman dressed in in a dura-steel armor and a breathing mask. She had goggles that hid her eyes and her hair was in a pony tail. 

"I think should come with me." she said, taking a plasma blaster out aimed it at him. Zadock aimed his gun at the woman. 3 more people aimed blasters at Zadock. Zadock put his pistol down and the woman cuffed him. She pushed him out of the bar and into a ship and pushed him into a makeshift cage.