Bad karma

Trowa greeted the man and listened to his questions.

"No sir, I have been looking for a job as of late and seed looked to be perfect or at least the best out of all the choices.

I have no personal relation ships with any group or any body for that matter. I am a man all of my own."

Trowa waited in his seat for the man to continue.

Trowa came out of hyper space above Ilum. His eyes doubled in size. He had heard about Super star destorys... but to see one was something amazing unto itself. Their shear size is just amazing and to be with a fleet this size...

"What the hell did i get myself into this time. Better Identify myself before they blow my apart. Such a tragedy that would be."

"This is Trowa Barton, requesting permission to dock. I was told to report here."

An almost mechanical voice came over the comm

"Trowa Barton, you have permission to dock."

He piloted his New A-wing into the dock on the Closest Star Destoyer. He landed and opened the cockpit not knowing what to expect...

Trowa popped out of hyperspace above Hoth. He prepares the ship for the second half of the journey. After twenty minutes the ships is completly ready and takes off back into hyperspace.

Trowa rose from the table and exited the bar quickly and quitly.

He headed down to the docks.

"Is this what I have been waiting for? A decent job that perhaps.

Trowa aproached the docks. He didn't think he should take a transport this time he would need to aquire a ship. He walked down the line until he found a nice little A-wing. He slipped into the area unnoticed. THis may have not been the best of ships but it was still a ship.

The pilot must have been getting ready for take-off because the ship was nearly fully preped.

"What kind of idiot leaves his ship alone and half way ready for take off at that. These kind of idiots are the ones that should be shot.

He finshed preping the ship and took off punched in the quradanents and made the first jump for Ilum.

Trowa walked in and took a seat at the bar.

"Would you like a drink?" the bartender barly glanced his way saying this,

"No, I'm okay."

Trowa decided to sit around here for a bit see if he could find a job. Nothing could be all that worse then his prevous one of course.

The shuttle landed with a bit of a jolt. Trowa grabbed his things and departed.

Trowa muttered to him self, "one can never get used to this plant. It's a waste of space. But then again some of the best jobs are found here."

He continued walking down the street, looking for a nice cantina.

(opps...wrong one again)