Tra'awuno'laro entered the building that her boss, Zakariah Cronda, told her that she would find their next customer. When she entered, she saw three crates and two very vicious looking battle droids of a type she'd never seen before. Laro glanced at them and stopped where she stood. She stared at the two machines to be sure her eyes were not playing tricks on her. "Yes, their armor is indeed covered in leather." The Chiss smuggler turned as a Near Human came through a door, a lab of some sort could be seen behind him. She'd never seen his type before. But that was a common thing in a galaxy as large as this one. "You must be Tra'awuno'laro. Zakariah thinks very highly of you. He said you have the fastest ship of all the beings who work for him." "True. And let me congratulate you on pronouncing my name correctly. Do you speak Chiss?" She asked curiously. "No. I'm just good with names. And before you ask, they're covered in leather because everyone looks better in leather." Laro smiled at this. She found herself drawn to this man already. "I'll take your word on that. My boss said you had something that needs to be delivered?" "Yes. These three crates need to go to Folous, in the Vannua sector." "No!" The blue skinned woman said emphatically. "I'm not going to any planet where a plague is raging." "You will not be going to the planet itself." He told her soothingly. "You'll be meeting up with the Drakken. It's an I2 class ship. They will be taking the medicine. All I ask is that you get it to them." "So this is medicine for the plague?" "Yes. And I'll tell you what I told the others. If you can get this to Folous in thirty six hours or less, there's an additional twenty five thousand in it for you." "But what if these others get there before me?" "It doesn't matter. If all of you get it to them in the alotted time, then all of you will recieve the twenty five thousand. This medicine needs to get there as soon as possible." "Very well then. We'll leave as soon as I get back to my ship." The woman stared at the man for several seconds. "What?" He asked. "I'm waiting for your name." "Oh! Please, excuse my lack of manners. My name is Gath Pok."