Sar Shidom sighed as he hefted the last crate of water onto the aging “Heart of Corellia.” He looked over the rows and rows of liquid and tried to forget just how much water weighed. Even with repulsorlifts to get it onto the ship, a strong dockworker like Sar was needed to slot the crates into place, and he wasn’t about to let the poor freighter captain of the Heart take his precious ’lifts.
“That’s the last one,” he said, heading down the ramp toward a coworker. “Looks like we can take five before loading up the next one.”
The young Rodian to his right – who Sar noted had been conspiciously absence through most of the actual loading – immediately kicked his feet up and relaxed. “Where’s this hulk going, anyway? Another Teth-to-Fornos water-run?”
“Yeah,” Sar acknowledged. “Good money to made in giving water to thirsty people, I hear. Though I don’t know how good an idea it is. Empire’s cracking down over that business last week in the holovids; some sort of terrorist attack. Hear they’re especially worked up in systems close to the Kessel Run, like Fornos.” He sat down and pulled out a Sabaac deck, idly wondering if he should engage the Rodian in a game. “I would have warned the Captain, but… hauling all that water just took all the giving-a-care out of me.”
“Well, they’ll figure it out once they get there,” the Rodian agreed. “Those poor bastards.” He laughed for a bit – a sort of high pitched wheeze through his strange vocal chords – then turned to Sar. “You going to just shuffle that deck, or did you want to play?”