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Months had passed with no jobs and Jinx was frustrated as she sat behind her desk flipping through holonet channels on the holoscreen. It seemed that you couldn't get anywhere in the galaxy unless you were a crook/smuggler or politician, which were basically the same in her book. All she heard about lately for the last few months, besides the IF attack on Honoghr in the Outer Rims, were mumbled whisperings of The Draykon Crew. Damn him and his smugglers! They were putting her out of business before she even got started.
Sighing with frustration, she tossed the remote on the desk and stood up while running a hand through her dark reddish brown hair. Walking over to the window, she crossed her arms over her chest and looked out across the landscape of Drall. Catching her lower lip between her teeth, she stared blankly at the HQ grounds. She had realized, quite some time ago actually, that her dream of having a legitimate transport business was in it's death throes, it seemed, unless she could come up with a plan....and soon....
Sighing with frustration, she tossed the remote on the desk and stood up while running a hand through her dark reddish brown hair. Walking over to the window, she crossed her arms over her chest and looked out across the landscape of Drall. Catching her lower lip between her teeth, she stared blankly at the HQ grounds. She had realized, quite some time ago actually, that her dream of having a legitimate transport business was in it's death throes, it seemed, unless she could come up with a plan....and soon....

