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“I’m the Pilot,” Radimus corrected. Straight-up saying he was a smuggler would put a damper on his reputation. Plus, even if the station was perfectly secure, one could never be too careful. “You must be Cynthia,” Radimus greeted with a bow of his head. His gaze flashed to the lightsaber handle at the woman’s hip, but they just as quickly returned to her eyes. ”I thought you’d be taller,“ The ice-breaker came with a wink.

“I don’t think I need to say this, but the quicker we get your cargo loaded up, the easier it is for the trip.” Assorted loaders began hefting metallic green crates aboard Captain Dorr’s ship- perfectly legitimate cargo, the better to fool customs and chance pirates. “So where am I taking the processed ore?” By that, he meant Where am I taking your smuggled goods.