I could have laughed out loud when they opened the door to the engine room,
but they probably would have shot me. -Janua's Log
The turbolift doors slammed shut. Janua Dar was now in charge of the Gungan Vornskr, more in fact. She was now the commanding "officer" of Cadyue Shuttling and Shipping. But now was no time to intimidate herself. She slid down beside the boarding ramp and stared at the opposite wall of the corridor, debating in her mind about whether to open the boxes.
"Jan, someone's here," Dantien called from the quad laser turret, just as the tap on the door reached her. She jumped up and opened it, wondering what the general was doing back so soon and without Jess Jess. When the ramp had fully opened, she found herself staring at a dashing man in either his early thirties or late twenties, around her own age.
"Excuse me, but I believe you have our cargo," he stated, staring at her as if he'd never seen a Twi'lek in his life, but he continued. "May we come aboard and retrieve it?" A good number of stormtroopers stood behind him, no doubt there to make sure she didn't do anything funny.
She knew her choice to refuse them was both the smart and not-so-smart thing to do. By getting the cargo off the ship herself, she could be certain they didn't put a homing beacon on the YT nor take anything for themselves. By not allowing the guys with the blasters on, she ensured that they would not trust the cargo any more. They would surely take longer to check it out and keep them on this miserable planet longer. It was always so hard to get two parties to trust that neither would harm the other when they just plain didn't trust each other.
"No, we'll get it off ourselves. I have orders to make sure that every single molecule gets off the ship." The navigator would have much appreciated it if someone else was dealing with this situation, preferably Jess Jess, but she was the second person hired in the company and therefore the next person in line to negotiate with customers if the owner wasn't available.
"That won't be necessary, ma'am," the man insisted. "We'll take care of it." Janua thought about just telling Dantien to pull the trigger, but it wouldn't accomplish anything. They were going to have to let the Imperials on. She felt bad about getting the others up again, so she decided the two of them could keep the ship safe, maybe.
She stepped back and allowed about five stormtroopers on. The other ten left to fetch the scanning equipment. She followed the ones on the ship to the cargo bay. Of course, it didn't help that they took a wrong turn when they got on board. She had seen the blueprints for the *Millennium Falcon,* and they would have been correct to turn left on that craft. Unfortunately, the only cargo bay on the *Gungan Vornskr* was to the immediate right of the boarding ramp.
The stormtroopers opened the first door on the left and found the engine room. Janua then showed them the correct doorway. They could have spend hours trying to get the right door from where they started and no one wanted them to be onboard that long. She sighed and wished once again that she were either not in charge or more used to commanding the ship.
but they probably would have shot me. -Janua's Log
The turbolift doors slammed shut. Janua Dar was now in charge of the Gungan Vornskr, more in fact. She was now the commanding "officer" of Cadyue Shuttling and Shipping. But now was no time to intimidate herself. She slid down beside the boarding ramp and stared at the opposite wall of the corridor, debating in her mind about whether to open the boxes.
"Jan, someone's here," Dantien called from the quad laser turret, just as the tap on the door reached her. She jumped up and opened it, wondering what the general was doing back so soon and without Jess Jess. When the ramp had fully opened, she found herself staring at a dashing man in either his early thirties or late twenties, around her own age.
"Excuse me, but I believe you have our cargo," he stated, staring at her as if he'd never seen a Twi'lek in his life, but he continued. "May we come aboard and retrieve it?" A good number of stormtroopers stood behind him, no doubt there to make sure she didn't do anything funny.
She knew her choice to refuse them was both the smart and not-so-smart thing to do. By getting the cargo off the ship herself, she could be certain they didn't put a homing beacon on the YT nor take anything for themselves. By not allowing the guys with the blasters on, she ensured that they would not trust the cargo any more. They would surely take longer to check it out and keep them on this miserable planet longer. It was always so hard to get two parties to trust that neither would harm the other when they just plain didn't trust each other.
"No, we'll get it off ourselves. I have orders to make sure that every single molecule gets off the ship." The navigator would have much appreciated it if someone else was dealing with this situation, preferably Jess Jess, but she was the second person hired in the company and therefore the next person in line to negotiate with customers if the owner wasn't available.
"That won't be necessary, ma'am," the man insisted. "We'll take care of it." Janua thought about just telling Dantien to pull the trigger, but it wouldn't accomplish anything. They were going to have to let the Imperials on. She felt bad about getting the others up again, so she decided the two of them could keep the ship safe, maybe.
She stepped back and allowed about five stormtroopers on. The other ten left to fetch the scanning equipment. She followed the ones on the ship to the cargo bay. Of course, it didn't help that they took a wrong turn when they got on board. She had seen the blueprints for the *Millennium Falcon,* and they would have been correct to turn left on that craft. Unfortunately, the only cargo bay on the *Gungan Vornskr* was to the immediate right of the boarding ramp.
The stormtroopers opened the first door on the left and found the engine room. Janua then showed them the correct doorway. They could have spend hours trying to get the right door from where they started and no one wanted them to be onboard that long. She sighed and wished once again that she were either not in charge or more used to commanding the ship.