IC: Skarlin DeShadaa ~Hyperspace~ Skarlin watched the one blinking light in the cockpit. It had been blinking for quite some time, but his sensors hadn't indicated any nearby cruiser. Because of this he was horribly confused. He sighed and passed it off for the moment to make sure he was on course. Returning from Tatooine wasn't anywhere near as pleasing as going there and thus he really wasn't looking forward to returning. Upon arrival, he landed his ship in it's appropriate spot, and the order in the vacant spot beside. He then proceeded to the tram, going straight to his store. The tram ride was long and boring, but at least the view of today's industrial sunset was one of the better one's. As he neared his stop he took time to admire the prime location he managed to get. As the tram came to a stop, Skarlin approached the doors, he heard with his impecable senses, the sounds of battle. Shrugging it off as a possible gang fight in the lower levels, he returned to his shop, still in the condition that he left it in. His assistant, an orphaned Chiss, had gotten used to his boss leaving for months and returning, generally in a better mood than when he left. "Any others, or has the store been relatively inactive?" Skarlin queries as he pulls the holophone number of his current customer. "Eh? No, no one else. Strange that, as soon as you leave, no one really comes in here..." The small chiss boy responds, sporting a small new scar across his left arm. Skarlin had noticed it, but chose to leave it as part of the boys personal life. Skarlin nodded to the Chiss boy's response, and calls his current customer. "Hi, well, looks like I'm done, and if you'd like, you can pick it up tommorow, as long as you still have enough to pay for it." Skarlin says, as he goes into the back. "Oh, don't worry, I've still got the coin." The voice on the other end responds happily. Skarlin nods, and hangs up. He then returns to the front and looks at the Chiss boy. The kid was so very responsible, and was probably the only person Skarlin trusted beyond his parents. Suddenly an air speeder whizzes by the shop, with four or five jet troopers pursuing. Skarlin looks out after it to see that it was another one of those whiplash people, who evidently was stupid enough to poke his head out on to the upper level. He sighed as an Imperial officer ran buy, leading a small legion of troopers. Tag: Anyone who decides to come to Skarlin's shop.