Corellian freighter Hope's End, you're clear to dock in bay thirty-four. Ease your engines to minimal and we'll take you in with the station's tractors in four...three...two...one.
The light freighter shuddered at the invisible grasp of the tractor beam took hold of it and smoothly drew it closer to the giant maw of the docking bay like an ever hungry beast ready to swallow its next meal.
"Understood Astral Astoria. She's all yours. Be careful with her." The fake transponder code seemed to work. The irony of it all was the real Solar Horizon had been an Imperial warship that was destroyed during a raid on a rebel outpost. The ship Jesra flew was actually named Galaxy's Horizon.
The next few minutes seemed to take forever, which didn't help her nerves any. Getting tagged now wouldn't bode well for her. Then again, they could wait until she landed. But, with a sigh of relief and a quick prayer to whoever was listening, Jesra saw and felt her ship land with a gentle *clunk* onto the station's decking. She finished her post-flight checks which had become second-nature to her, unstrapped her safety harness, then slowly uncurled her stiff body from the pilot's seat. Moving carefully this way and that, Jesra felt her back and neck pop and crack with abated relief from having been seated for too long. That was because she fell asleep for the last three hours of the trip.
Back in her small, but efficient cabin, she grabbed her holster belt, which had a few hard pouches on it, off her bed and strapped it on. It made her feel complete and secure. But, during long flights unless there was threat of being boarded, she kept it off for the most part. Her black Bantha hide leather jacket was the last to be put on before she left and headed for the cargo section of her ship where the main entry ramp was located. With a slap of the access panel, the hatch was opened and the ramp was lowered. Jesra flipped her wavy, dark brown hair over the collar of her jacket and walked steadily down the ramp to the deck plating of the docking bay. Her jacket concealed her blaster for the most part.
The sounds and smells of the bay immediately tickled her nose, but didn't draw any noticeable reaction from her. It was nothing new.
"A droid rolled up and from its metal chest opened a small panel which revealed a swipe unit like that found at a public banking console. "Please make the exact payment for docking fee. Thank you." Said the tinny droid voice. Not too far were uniformed personnel to ensure that no one ignored the collection droids.
Jesra dipped her hand in one of her belt pouches and pulled out a multi-use credit disk, swiped it downward in the droid's chest and returned it with a few muttered comments. One of the uniforms turned his head in her direction and she returned his serious gaze with her most charming smile before continuing on her way. Her stomach growled to impress upon her what her next stop on her agenda should be. After inquiring, she decided to go to the 111th floor of the station where the bar district was located.