Aerith's ship sputtered. Low on fuel. Enough to make it to a nearby system, if she used it right. She had some of her works in the back of the freighter. She could unload and peddle wherever she landed. Hopefully she wouldn’t need an Imperial permit or anything like that.
A scan of the nearby systems. There. She angled the ship for a brief time in hyperspace, and was quickly cleared for landing at a spaceport. She had unmarked credits to pay for the spot. Unloaded a couple crates and moved to a more quiet spot along the streets of Ord Mantell.
Once she found a spot to set up shop, she hung a few blankets, tapestries, and rugs for display and, hopefully, to sell. She’d only taken crates containing works with basic patterns. Her more intricate designs remained hidden on the ship. But even if someone found them, they weren’t necessarily enough to incriminate her, she hoped.
What was in the bag on her side was different. If an Imperial patrol came by, hopefully they’d buy her story about experimenting with making wind chimes.