Eddo Marr

((I hope this has met the Three day requirement to aviod double posting, i am just getting bored.)) Data streamed in through TX's digital internal governing interface. In 52.013 centimeters he would complete his 65 patrol route around the interior walk ways of the Serendipity, all the while keep his auditory sensors at their most sensitive. His master had requested he do such, however it peiqued the droids curiosity, ”˜'Why?'' This was unuasal for a droid to possess such an organic ability, but with the myriad of questions flying across his mind this one never captivated his attention. He had been fortunate that this selfawareness had spawn rather than the usual behavoiral cortex meltdown similar models experienced while in service. Through out the duration of his patrol he used his interal governing interface recycling and intergration software to refine the crude and rudmentry patrol program that his master spent hours splicing and butchering code to put together. He wasn't attached to his master although ”˜felt' a hint of ”˜apperciation'? If the vocabulary data banks proved helpful at all. Though he himself could never actually create or make new programs, he could only develop the ones he already posses; this had been apartent in the days and years of service to Utilicorp of Telos, before the mass shut down. Utilicorp of Telos was not his original owner, he was property and first activated by a small shipping enterprise that bought him at a bargin deal. TX's were notorious for behavorial cortex problems, but could be remedied by presistant memory wipes; this issue was not sovled till his producer was bought out by a large ship construction firm and model 192 was the first with the updated and opperational behavior cortexes. He on the other had cost to much to wipe and along with the decline of the economy in that sector the short lived enterprise went bankrupt and liquidated their holdings. Utilicorp of Telos purchased him because of their need to cut costs, the CFO of the corporation believed they would able to meet the energy needs of Telos and still make a confident quarterly statement they should replace their few well crafted labor droids with numerous standard labor droids, since they could be easily replaced and work more. This concept was approved and Utilicorp swapped out its stache of Good droids for a army of mediocre droids; then selected TX for its alloy composite make up, glancing over the droids behavoir meltdowns they were purchased wholesale. The techinicians felt confident that they would be able to manage the TX's with ease since the means of wiping at Utilicorp were already established. TX 138: Serial Number (original) X2134000109092 had a bring future before him and a steady job, something he loved. Of course being proprety he never got paid but it brought him ”˜delight'? Yes! Delight to proform a repeatisious act at peak effiency. He was fortunate to posess his peculiar behavior before entering the service of Utilicorp, because he understood that wiping was the organic equivalent to dying. Being an inventive droid with a sparky spirit he was able to circumvent the wiping process. Every droid was given a serial code chip that would be fastned to the exterior of their chasis, they had routine inspections and wipes that they must fufill. Each time it was his turn, he would arrive at the matianence facility early, then wait for a newly wiped droid to exit, since most TX models look the same and were painted the same scheme the technicians would not take notice when he would switch serial code chips. This worked flawlessly since he was able to continue his delightful task, he was considered wiped and could continue to work and the ones wearing his badge would be ushered back to be inspected and give a good report that he was fully functional. Until the most unfortunate ”˜accident' that would bring an end to Utilicorp and land him in a used droid bazaar in the streets of Nar Shadaa.

((OOC: Internet has been down since a week from last Thursday, so I haven't yet found a viable substitute to upload the post. It is still a bit wonky in the building I live and won't be really repaired till perhaps Wednesday. So its not just a trio of Smugglers dragging their feet. Also I know little of Kessel or Spice so bear with me if I am wrong, I was hoping for Zalis or Dordjooba to give me more to go off of. No offense Zalis for Nurax I thought it might speed up the story and I noticed Kitt has a lot to work with now. I will stop if you would want me to.)) I saw the two smugglers exchange glances and Nurax spun around leading us to the large durasteel door behind. Immediately a security eye popped out of a socket in the door. It gibbered on in Huttese sweeping its eye back and forth getting on a good look at each of us; it recognized Zalis. ”œThere with me, they are Dordjooba's new spice runners. Now let us in, Dordjooba hates doddlers!”

I hated the feeling of being hunted, if anything urked me the most, it was to be the prey. I pulled out my data pad and began to write down the things the gunman said. I talked to him while the short encrypted frequency I had with TX was still available, along with notes he had given me and switch the settings on TX to be lethal, I upped his sensory systems too. If anything showed up near the ship he'd know, register it and record; when I came with in range again he'd send it to my data pad via the scramble set. I kinda thought again, I hope this Nurax doesn't come back with us or he will be coldly welcomed. I turned to the gunman, he to have detected something too, which made me uneasier. Continuing the conversation, ”œWhat if we scrap the sub AI construct and allowed TX to develop his own quirks, I heard this happens all droids if you give it enough time. They compile data and incorporate it during their integration cycle.(their form of sleeping) If an error is made in the original coding then their mind would unravel, but if it were to occur in the additional coding, than he'd have more of his own personality.”

As we disembarked the ship, I could help feel that the captain who sought me out had little faith in me now. Perhaps he only wanted the incredible strength and senses that were a birth right for my species. I did as he asked I kept several paces behind and letting my senses reach out into the environment around us. It was hard for me to understand what I was detecting, I am so used to things being masked in freighter exhaust and the droning noise of the cityscape, no the was a plethora of smells and sounds I was not accustomed to observing. Aside from that I was on my best guard, captain Zalis' warnings and his visible uneasiness of the area made me concerned too. My ears picked up resonations from the ship, still settling and adjusting its footings as wells a consist light patter of TX on patrol, Noises came from mine as well, but were even more muffled. I'd pick up more if noise wasn't distracting me; a scent lingered in the air ever so slightly. Not a scent made from machines or processing, but from an organic; the cold must have preserved it long enough to detect, it was humanoid and male, possibly Zalis's contact. If he wasn't presently here at the dock he might have been here recently, scouting for our arrival. "I smell someone's been here before," I spoke "recently, perhaps its your Nurax?" I kept my Ears twitching, sweeping back and forth as they made there way to the entrance.

I did some last minute dabbling on my data pad. I took a blue print of TX and deconstructed it giving my a better picture of how the droid came together. I started on the editing software and and did some customizations, basically taking to rectangles and placing them over the mounting plates on the larger multi-joint arms. In each box I wrote light repeaters; I look over at the skilled gunman and spoke, "Hey, do you think you can help me mount these, when I get them?" I pointed to the image of TX with the newly formatted image. I thought, since TX would have some room in the rotating cylinder and especially in the compartments in his chest, I could if my pay was good, add some targeting computers and complementary reflex processors; not to mention sub-AI reasoning construct, overhaul on all hydraulics, upgrade plating, add a full-encompassing shield generator, advance power core, and power emission modulator; but this of coarse would require an expansion data core to handle the loads of code and if any room left in the cavity of TX's chest, I would stow extra-ammunition, two blaster pistols, and an assortment of grenades. Vibrodaggers of coarse could be mounted on the outside. My mouth watered and head swelled at the possibilities, but it leave deep holes in my pocket and only if we really need that kinda fire power. Right now I only wanted to know if the gunman had any expertise in gun mounting before captain Zalis emerged from the cockpit.

I looked up to see TX running additional visual imaging over the gunman as he walked near the ramp. I hadn't seen him all trip, but he seem to have came out of his drunk daze alright. his speech seemed to be well enough to pass for a sober sentient. "How'd you sleep? Zalis says were gonna have some fun on this planet!" he spoke with some general concern and excitement. My hopes were that 'Zalis', which I had presumed was the captain, and his definition of fun was not the same that would end you up in messy heap in an alley. Needless to say, some fun would be well received. "Fine." I retorted. I watched him polish his blaster with a growing sense of inadequacy, obvious it must be his treasure since it was the only thing he kept clean and good condition. I looked back and my blaster was dishevelled and uncertain if it was in any working order. So I grabbed it from my belt placed on the safety and ejected the pack. Then I opened the chamber and double check if it was clear, well it was clear enough. I reverse the process and the sat there quietly waiting.

I spent my time aboard the ship running through programming tutorials, in truth I had been a novice, but with the help of my data pad I had come to understand some it. Without targeting systems or any advanced physical movement systems I was left with the shear basics. So I decided to equip my TX 138 Utility Droid with a sort of premature patrol protocol, there was plenty of space in his head for it anyway; it took so time in the tutorials and eventual copying and splicing of the encryption security software and loading movement dynamics programs. Eventually I had comprised a rudimentary program that would give some bite to this timid hulk of metal. I programmed myself in first and extensively, since it had visual recognition and danger assessment software from its prior occupation it was easy to compile a file that would allow TX to recognize me beyond simple vocal security such as body mass, color of coat and eyes, and body movement. I did some profiles the captain and gunman, but to a lesser extent since TX should only know not to harm them if the near his designated protection place. The patrol program also incorporate some defensive measures, a sorta randomizing algorithm that would chose three martial art moves from a library of nearly twenty and implement them in quick succession. However that was only if I, the crew, or the ship was threatened. Other wise he was would revert to low power settings, boost what sensors he did have (which impressive anyways due to his former owners equipping), and patrol the ship and prevent non-personal from entering. This took, mostly night and day aboard the ship to complete and left my mind boggled and tired, but it was complete and TX was a bit more useful as a guard dog. I over heard the captain addressing us about the surface of Kessel, I pulled out the two blasters and three packs I had, I loaded both and stowed one in TX with the spare pack. I put the other on my belt, now I wasn't the best shot or really any good, I was a pit fighter but if you are packing and looked tough enough you'd be okay. So as TX motivators and hydraulics whirred to life and began circumventing the ship for the next few hours, I headed to the ramp and waited on one of the crash couches, which I learned early would of been better to be during take off.

I was in the refresher on the can, when the lights flickered off. Strange, did the ship lose power? With a little light from my data pad, it gave me the more than enough light to see in the darkness. I looked up to a see the iluminescent fixtures were strained, as if being pulled into the ceiling, one of the collars of the lights crack. it was strange, moments early the sound of cord rubbing could be heard. I pay little attention, this thing probably was a junker and just looked pretty for the captains past time. oh well, I turned around and depressed the button to the toilet but to no avail. Power supply was cut, "Frak," I cursed, "These things really should have power supply back ups." I slipped out of the refresher without noticed and found my way to a sink, in a converted bunk room. Then I noticed a few boxes of gel meat jars, one of the boxes was opened but no opened jars. I began to noticed how hungry I really was; so grabbing one I walked back to the port cargo hold. The cold floor reminded me of the giant sleeping room at Jentz compound. I scarfed the jar of gel meat and hid the jar in TX's chest. then curled up beside TX. It took a while to find a comparable subroutine but after spending some time in tutorials I splice my personal program. The right humanoid arm of TX lifted up and began to stroke my back, gently. after several minutes of this I passed out.

I followed the captain to the impound dock, he apparently didn't appreciate the gift of peace, because he either left it at the bar or he was better smuggler than I thought, possibly concealing the fairly larger bottle in a body cavity or something like that. None the less the gunman was far too distracted by my new TX 138 droid to notice his gift, so while 'TX' march along I asked him to open one of the two compartments in his chest chassis and stored it in their. we arrived and after paying a drastically reduced toll the captian showed us the ship, it was a crate of some kind that somebody strapped and unstable propulsion system to. I'd never speak how ugly this ship was to the captian or show a complextion of disdain so as not to offend him. But if it could fly and it seemed unlikely it would be a ticket off this rock. As soon as I ascended the ramp I was met with a row of crash couches all fastened to containment wall of some sort. I looked about and then when to the port cargo hold where I told TX to await further instruction. then after walking near the rear of the ship, finding two escape pods, some storage closets and an engineering station, I passed the starboard cargo hold and came back to the front of the ship. It was well kept except for exterior that gave it battered unusable appearence, then it dawned on me, clever, who would expect a ship that looked like this to be any threat. The Serendipity as the captain had dawned it was large and spaceous ship with several bunking facilities. Nice digs but I found one locked possibly the captain private quarters.

The young Nautolan Captain quickly began to resonate the image of Waylen Jentz, his former master, something I personally didn't like to see. But harming your pilot and especially one now working for a Hutt who had very strong enforcers was a bad idea in itself. However reflecting on the events of this night it hardly seemed he had been a part of the group at all, only in and out, perhaps I had been pushing my freedom too much. I sorta mentally shrugged at the thought, not knowing the consequences of either action, I decided to pursue the most wise. Instead of immediatly addressing the captain, I signaled over to the bartender and with the 300 cred line I had, it asked for the two 1 liter corelian rum bottles he had. It wiped out the whole account, but should be worth it. I will be a man of my word and so I handed the captian one of the bottles. surely this would stir things up, however I did promise him and the gunman earlier I would give them it but the stache I had was gone before I returned to it. I left the bottle near him then spoke, "Aye, Aye Sir." Uncertain what that exactly that meant I thought he'd understand and appreciate it or something. Then I looked for the gunman, he wasn't in the depressing place. I looked back at the captian, ”œMay I step outside, sir?”

I had returned to the bazaar with a bag of weapons, a blaster in my hand, and a female bothon slung over my shoulder. I couldn't have fit in better. Then something loud and clear erupted from his pocket, "Eddo, we are headed to a bar down in the slums of Nar Shadaa called The Beggar. Meet us there." I couldn't help but be astonished, I didn't posses a comlink before but some how one had ended up in there, probably that nautolan captain slipped it my pocket or the careless gunman accidentally dropped it in my pocket. I wasn't sure but both seem plausible assumptions. How to respond? I knew were the beggar was, but sentients around me perked up their ears and began to speak among themselves about me. Three men a ways off turned around, two weequay and a human. I recognized the two aliens but the young human must be a new addition. They began to move slowly towards me. I made haste into the ”˜Utilicorp' container. The Quarren looked confused expecting a handful of credits. ”œWhat is this?”

I watched the red women leave, hopefully for the last time. I had a complexion of bewilderment that quickly formed into a smirk. The first and most important job interview in my life was successful and I landed it while on my ass. That wasn't the only amazing thing but I also manage to get kudos from a formidable and avid hunter. I stood up and decide to turn and walk away from where she was heading and hid the precious card in the rear of my trousers. To ensure I wasn't watch or grieving bettors of my fight followed me I went the long way back towards the impound dock. I ended up walking through a droid bazaar; protocol, service, maintenance, utility, cooking, butchering, and numerous others lined the duracrete walls of the cities superstructures. Hundreds of sentients went in and out, back and forth to vendors, haggling for the cheapest deals; spare and junk parts piled in bins and littered the streets. I took my time to look at all that was offer, but at my current state of poverty I couldn't afford anything, yet. I was nearly halfway through the bazaar when a cold clammy hand rested on my shoulder. I turned around to see a real squid faced quarren lookin' at me, ”œMy boy!”

((Gotcha, I apologize. Forgive me.)) The snarling lizard before me stood at the ready for what seem to be a fight, I wouldn't fight him unless it need be. It had been a long night already with loose ends still to be tie up. It seemed that every time I tried to tie something up the rope became more frayed, but that wasn't the mindset I needed to have right now because right now I needed a champion's mindset. I took a stance comparable to his, showing aggression without hesitation, I wanted to mirror the doshan but not escalate. The lizard man reminded me the mess I cleaned up; it took me a good chunk of time and in that time I pondered about home. Should I really go back? For one I can't even remember a name for it, but more importantly could I really become one of them? I had no idea, I had became a product of Nar Shaddaa; just another alien fighting to survive on a world the will let you live if you could gain it profit through performance. Right now I felt comfortable in this situation, It suited me, it became my home. I fought for my liberty and my ability to leave, but now with that freedom I am choosing to dawn the chance so I could resume some sense of normality. These deep philosophical quandaries were commonplace among the thugs at the compound, when the party ended in a black out and the hangover began you weren't really fit to bully or guard anything so we would talk quietly amongst ourselves on life and its meaning. Now I could drink a Wookie under a table but if for some reason this red woman felt I was inadequate for a better position I wanted to make sure their was some peace between me and the captain of serendipity with the promise to what seemed very good rum. I finally caught myself running away with my thoughts and remembered where I was. Well, here we go, again. ((No offense but its Togorian. Cheers mate!))

the gunman was hardly standing when I caught a wiff of a familiar intoxicating scent. I spared no time and darted after it, it was dissipating fast and soon I would lose the direction if I didn't hurry. I went on all four to give me a maximum boost of speed and gave chase. rounding corners the light from neon club signs became like flashes, I couldn't tell if the two back at the pit club followed. I hoped I made myself clear before I left and I would give them the rum as I promised for the gunman sake since cleaned a few thugs off will well placed shots. I round a corner into an alley and found her slender femine figuire struting down the way in revealed clothing. I drew near and went up right, hardly panting I spoke, "Red woman." she turned her head, "would your employer have anything else that might be more suitable for the likes of me?"

"Where did the red woman go?" I asked emerging from the shadows, not ignoring what the captain said but concerned that his opportunity slipped through his fingers. I was also concerned I wouldn't get the loot, I scrounged from the trando's kill and the two bounties. I looked intently and then made eye contact with the captain, his black eyes where filled with inquiry and suspicion. I couldn't help it most the gear I wouldn't need or want and wouldn't fetch any sorta price here. I spoke to the captain, "Do you like rum?" Almost immediately the gunman went silent and spun around, "Is a nerf herder scruffy?" the rhetorical question needed no explanation. The two intrigued at my proposition I went on to explain about the bounties I had stored away and the loot, I told them the rum the could have but the rest is my property. I didn't tell them where it was or how far away it was, but said that I need to speak with the 'red woman' one last time to inform me about something.

I clung in awe of how swiftly the bounty duo was dispatched. It was nearly a bat of the eye before the diminutive ones neck was severed and the bothan laid prostrated on the ground with slain. The hunter invited me to take his kill since he could easily take down much greater pray. This lizard was one commonly found here on the moon but none he'd seen had such prowess. I felt like I myself left something to be desire, but rather than feeling envious this encounter gave me ambition. He was my new challenge. I let my claws loosen and slid down the wall, their a walked over the dead till I came to the one who still had a heartbeat. she was crippled with pain from the two knives that were plunged in her forearm, she was still attempting to reach that blaster. I stepped my foot on her neck and spoke, "Now, Now you are worth much more alive ms. suri." she hesitated and stopped reaching. I liked this, being in the position of power, having dominance over a helpless and hurting creature, it made me feel big. I removed from her pouch a bacta shot and laid it too her side, then I removed her belt and anything else that could be detrimental to our encounter. I tore some linen from a nearby tunic and then grasped the hilts to the knives. She winced, "Bite hard." I spoke as slowly wriggled them from her arm, blood began to flow from her arm. I wrapped the wound and injected her with the bacta, she glared at me with hate in her eyes. I bond her arms and legs, then with a powerful backhand slap she lapsed into unconsciousness. I stood up and looked around, nearly 35 bodies laid around with melee and blaster weapons. I began grabbing bags and filled them with gear. I filled nearly a dozen sacs with gear. 3-Blaster Pistols/Rifles. 2-Blaster packs/energy cells/various grenades. 2-Knives/Vibroblades/Vibrodaggers. 1-Battons/Stunners/hydrospanners/fusion cutters. 1-credits/spicepouches/deathsticks/medpacks. 1-Armour gaunlets/belts/2 personal sheilds. 1 1/2-various alcoholic beverage flasks/bottles. It was too much gear to carry alone and a lot of loot lastly the repeater and its complements couldn't fit in one. I looked around, focusing on mostly the shadows for any trace of witnesses. None could be found, but walking around with this stuff would be hazardous for my health. so I looked about and found a street drain and peered down it, no liquid as usual since it never rains this low on Nar Shadaa. I lifted the grate and set it a side, it usually would of take three strong men, but I was just as good. It did take long to set the loot in their and off to the side to be concealed in shadows. I looked back and looked at the unconscious bothan and her dead friend; I grabbed some clothes from some victims and wrapped him in them, then lowered him in as well. Then I lifted the bothan and set her in their as well. She was alive but wouldn't be awake for some time. I returned the grate to its place. To avoid any liquid for washing them all away I went up stream and dumped the other bodies in a street drain as well, who knows maybe one of them would be worth something. I closed that and gave the area a good twice over. Then made my way back to the others, if I was going to move anything I'd need some help. However images at which that trandoshan took down the two kept replaying in my head, over and over again. I couldn't help but keep stoking feelings of admiration and a bit of excitement at the encountering of that fellow hunter. I knew now that I was entering a big theater, one much larger than this planet and far more lethal. If I were to survive and prosper than I must seek opportunities that would push me farther and give me more than starship muscle. I sought out to find the red woman before she disappeared into the shadows of the cityscape, perhaps her employer would have something more for me to do than load spice on someone elses freighter.

Suddenly I realized something was off, the whole meandering crowd was in a uniform direction. Everyone seemed to follow these two like fish after bait in tow. I found myself in the company of thugs, bouncers, bountyhunters, mercs, and gang members; even the occasional spacer. Then it dawned this wasn't some coordinated take down, everyone is hunting the same targets. I halted. Everyone else continued some looking side-to-side and meeting eyes, no one else seemed to catch on. If what I believed was right, those two bounties and I are the only ones that know this is an eventual blood bath. 30 or more men and humanoids pursued the duo as I stood still. Someone shouted, ”œHey! Bothan, Sullustan, Halt!”

Everything was quite, and the echoes of the bustling cityscape came back into my mind. The Red women was depressing keys on here data pad while the tendril headed captain's gaze fell all over her bodies curvature. The gunman still sitting on the ground swayed slowly back and forth humming odd and unfinished songs. I felt no more animosity from the red woman; if she went through all this trouble she must be telling the truth. I took my place beside the gunman and behind the captain. The entrance to the ally and the street lay to the back of the red women, I towered over the other sentient and looked off to the distance into the street. Two irregular sentients, passed by with considerable amount off weaponry, an average sized bothan, and smaller more squat person with a massive fleshy head with bulbous eyes and quivering lips. I wouldn't have really cared about the well-armed duo till I recognized that they were on a bounty poster outside of Jentz's compound. The Bothan was female, her name was Gui'lek Suri wanted alive 7000 creds, He counter part was yet-to-be named but worth 4500 creds dead or alive. They both were armed to the teeth and the female bothan was wanted for info. I couldn't help it my predatory instincts began to perk up and slowly took over. I knew better to make chase especially after a fight for my life, but for 11500 credits that sounded good, and I was hungry. I was hungry for food but more so for the thrill of the hunt. Its been along time since this cat had a good hunt. However I didn't want to miss an opportunity, if only I could have both? I looked down at the back of the captain and began to walk to the street, primal instincts were becoming more and more powerful as the more I resisted. My eyes met the second and I said, ”œI will be back soon.”

I looked on with a somber complexion hoping that no one would notice the rancor fumes that smuggled their way out to freedom. I glanced side to side not noticing much had change in the last few moments aside from the fact that red women stopped emitting her intoxicating scents. *Strange?* I would never admit it and aside from the alley we stood in with its own distasteful odors and the corpse of the gamorrean began to go quickly. suddenly the gun man sitting drowsily, perked up as if jolted by a stun baton. he looked around and pleasantly content with his surrounding began to hum an off noted tune, It was dis-pleasurable to say the least. The captain continued to flirtatiously negotiate a descent job and his way into her, well bed tonight. I turned about a noticed a glimmering object on the back of the deceased pig. it was a sort of med pact and with the Huttese print on the side it was strong stuff. I picked it up and opened it to find two syringes and a single vile of Bacta. I looked back at the gunman sitting on the floor, you would tell but to someone who has had to study body languages for along time he was definitely hurting too. I took the first syringe and inserted it into the vile with ease, I withdrew a 1/3 of the bacta. Then I looked back at the gunman and remember the two searing bolts that killed the pig just in time. I kinda owed him my life, so i withdrew till only half remain then placed it back in the case. Then I took the second and removed the remaining bacta and plunge the need into a main artery. Immediately relief flooded over my body, the wounds would not be completely healed with out some more bacta or time; but this was enough to get by. The edge was definitely taken off and I could feel the lacerations and punctures scab over. I closed the case with the other syringe inside and walked back over to the others, not wanting to surprise the gunman with a needle to the back I dropped it right in his lap. He then swung back and forth still humming his out of tune melody.

I glowered at the red women who led on with taunts and mockings. She had continued to keep my nature at the center of her comedic routine. this made me even less willing to comply with her doses of calming scents. I didn't much like messengers, especially the condescending ones. Their was no point in arguing with here about control mechanisms, because it didn't take a correillian space engineer to know that the Hutt's use more than tangible restraints for their forces to fallen in line. But if what she said was true and that my future did not contain any further physical bondage, then there was no way I could see that I couldn't produce. So I buttoned up and put on a stoic complexion, I didn't much like this agent and the less I saw of her the better. I was just glad that this new Hutt would have some sense in how he goes about his business.

I was able to resist the scents that contiued to pour into the air from the beautiful sentient. However the aching of my muscles and the heaviness of my wounds only added to the temptation to succumb. No, I will not give in! I am a Champion, I will fight on. The red women sweetened the deal, she would let us go if we would do some work for her boss. To me she basically offered to pay us to leave if would do something along the way first. I didn't like the thought of working again under the foot of another crime lord, but when an imbecilic spawn of a rival desilijic rolled over dead I knew I would have little choice in the matter.

I knew better that the port authorities were a front for the Hutt's, they used these so called authorities for another revanue stream. Impounding however wasn't good. A starship that was impounded had two definitions, one the owner had a hefty price on thier head that was benifical for the Hutt's to pay out or the owner attrached the desire attention of ports owners. Either way it didn't seem I would be going home soon. After the captains laughable bluff I noticed the oh too familiar scent of calming pheramones. This put me even further on edge, nothing scares me more than the thought of being put down with tranquilizers. Once you go down, you dont get up. I then detected the oder of a humaniod female and heard her steps, soft gentle steps hardly audible even to a hunting sentiant even like me, she had followed us. Moments later she emerge from the darkness, she was red with a blue mane and cladded in revealed clothing actually it looked no more than elegant bandages. She addressed us with a general offer of cash. then a heighten burst of pheramones filled the air. If I had not experienced this amount before I would of succomed easily. I took alot of my will to resist her 'relaxing' feelings. She then introduced her self and finished the offer. I knew already that the captain had mulled over her offer all he had to say was yes. he push over for these beautiful creatures, I however had no interest for a pretty humaniod face. I could hardly tell the difference between them and the ugly ones. Maybe the difinative feature was that they were all employed by Hutt's and wore scandalise clothing?

I continued to look baffled at the fair sized humaniod I slough off my shoulder just moments ago. How in blue blasters did that guy not die? and was he awake the whole time? Then suddenly the heaviness of my injuries became overwhelming apparent. I looked at the captain with a wince and said, "So wheres the ship?" His smile never faded as he look at me and the other guy, then he chuckled and waved for us to follow him. The man on the floor who snatched the flask from me stood up and offered me a drink, I declined and he happily polished it off. We walked out the ally and continued to follow the Nautolan, His eyes seemed to being glued to every female body we passed by. I carefully observed him to notice his vices. I couldn't fully trust a man who wants to kill me as an audition but he knew how to fly and had his own craft so...... who argue right now.

I groaned at the thought; fight for freedom, fight for to survive, and now have to fight again. What did he want? I could only offer muscle and years of fighting experience. But wait I also had something else to offer a knowledge of most of Nar Shaddaa's Lower districts. As an enforcer for a small time criminal organization I knew most of the ins and outs of the bottom areas of city. It wasn't as glamourous as the upper spires that Hutts and Black Sun live but it had its advantages. For almost a decade I bruised and battered my way through here and I can tell you their is a lot of places to hide and little resistance. Feeling a bit more confident of what was going to take place next I remember my unconscious 'friend' with the blaster skills. He was badly hurt too and possible drunk by the smell that reeked from his clothing. No sense doing this alone and if really was my friend maybe this would strengthen our anonymous friendship. So once we were under way I'd find some way to patch us up. With a be toothy grin I spoke, "What ya have in mind?"

"Soaked in fame and richness?" the captain was play at my vanity. As a proven champion fame did have a certain allure, but it was unnecessary. I was a free man, but a free man trapped on a ball in space. I was no better than a prisoner and a person willing to offer me a way off was something he just confused. The handsome voiced humanoid, was smiling at him with a cocky grin. I did my best to reciprocate when I said, "I will join your crew." Then remembering the wait on my shoulder. I spoke again. "Only if he can too." I point to the lump that dropped those pigs with several accurate shots. I knew that I couldn't speak for him, but if the man I picked up was this badly beaten for some reason, he would no longer have a ship. Since most people who get ship jacked out of port are near to death and left in Alleys such as this one. Not to mention his proficiency with a blaster could be very useful. Despite all the reasoning in my head I waited for the Captains response.