Another day, another job. A little star nomad rubbed her eyes as she walked through the massive parking lot. Shops were so strange to her, why couldn’t everyone just walk? It wasn’t like Orbal juice was expensive. ~Guess walking isn’t for everyone~
But she couldn’t be distracted! Jester was on the job! She had to find the skull shaped space ship and deliver an important package! That she got from a creepy guy behind the galaxy diner, but she was getting payed so who cares what he looked like. It felt like hours before she found the blasted thing ~of course it had to be at the end of the entire lot!~
The imposing space ship was enough to send shivers down a person’s spine. If she wasn’t working Jester would have just left the package at the front for the owner to find. Standing on her tippy toes and shakily knocking on the bottom row of teeth she called out “Ah. Special delivery! Delivery for a…Mr Peepers!?” Oh she hoped the guy wasn’t out to lunch or something.