Whar: Beyond the Rim

Warsloth · Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2008 7:11 am Post subject: Whar: Beyond the Rim

So it was that I was disabled above Kashyyk.

The ejection charges failed to fire, and my reactor was going critical. So I cracked the lid and bugged out manually. If I had been carrying a different type of weapon that would have been it for me, but luckily the cannon I keep in the cockpit generates a serious load of recoil.

I had to sweat it out for a while, waiting amongst debris. Eventually the droids picked me up, for which I am fortunate.
I am certain that Interceptors would soon sweep the debris looking for me.
The fighter I had just lost was my favorite, outfitted to the hilt, now a total loss. It's probably best that I left what remained of it behind.
The ship that picked me up was from my company, a special SAR rigged bomber. I was in the hold when the entire group hyper spaced away. I am not sure what system we were in, but I was able to see the pirates that attacked us.
What a lucky group we were, to have lost one wing in legitimate combat, then get ambushed by nomads.
The bomber took damage, and the pilot took us into the atmosphere of the nearest planet. The pirates broke off, and pursued others as we started our descent. They must have forgotten about us, or thought we had burned up. Not hard to assume since we nearly did.
The bomber inverted as we landed, which may be what saved me.

It took a while to get myself free of the wreckage. I was all in one piece, which I could not say for the rest of the ship. I spent a lot of my weapon’s energy making my way out too.
I got out and looked around.
The area had dense foliage, and I was surrounded by trees. But I noticed the bomber had come in through a clearing and only entered the tree line as it met the ground. There really wasn’t much of a crash trail that could be visible from above. I wasn’t sure if I was happy about this or not.

I rested for a while, waiting to see if anyone was coming down. They didn’t.
After that I started looking around, and taking care of things I would need. I used some dead wood and sheet metal from the wreck to make a small shelter. Then I built a fire using my cannon, which made a mess. I decided after that I would need a new method.
There were some small creatures in the immediate area. Once I had gotten some scans I decided the grey furry reptiles, which seemed to be in abundance, would be good to eat.
They were surprisingly bland, and cooked through faster than I thought.

After a couple days I had scouted out the area pretty well.
I decided to build a larger more adequate shelter further from the wreck, but along an easy path to it. In case someone came to check it out I wanted to be able to get there quickly. I also made not of the best egress paths.
I started hunting the lizards and some insects about a kilometer from my hut.
Oh, and my hut was pretty nice. I managed to find some tools in the wreck. I made a thruster cowling into a decent stove. I never did get it to stop letting smoke inside. I took a chunk of hull armor that was wedge shaped, lashed it into a handle I made, and then used it as an axe. I got tired of using that pretty quickly though. So I only cut about six good supports. I notched the tops and dug holes to stand them in. It took me a whole day to do that, so I went back to my small shelter.
The next day I put smaller timbers in the notches. So I had the supports in a kind of skinny hexagon, with a frame at the top.
On that frame I laid some thin limbs and secured them with cordage I had made. Over those I put some sheet metal and bundles of reed grass stuff.
The side with the reed grass never kept out any water. So I peeled bark and put up there. I still slept on the sheet metal side though.
The walls were just limbs leaned and secured against the frame, with all kinds of junk hanging and laying on it to keep the wind out.
I was pretty proud of myself when I finished it.

I thought I would have lots of time to do different things, but that never happened. I was always hunting, cooking, fixing, and working on everything. I made a map of the area I had scouted, and wrote a few things. Other than that I really didn’t have much spare time.

After a week I decided it would be a good idea to gather the droid parts and anything I could salvage from the wreck. I put any energy cells I found to good use.
Eventually I determined that one of the two astromechs would be salvageable if I scrapped the other.
The memory module and the outer shell on the R2 were in better condition than the R4. The R4’s top had shattered and the internal workings there were fried. Salvaging the lower parts was going to take a long time. So I got the R2 up and running and talking at me. It took two more days to get it to understand me.
I conversed a lot with it, and it didn’t have a name. I named it Dree, since it always seemed high pitched.
Eventually Dree got to moving around, and could work on things. I set her to the task of repairing equipment I brought back, and salvaging parts for herself. This R2 was nothing like Bucket. Bucket agitated me all the time, and often suggested every alternative available to the commands I gave. Dree was a diligent, solid worker.

A couple months passed, and I had a working sensor system. I could detect any ships that passed above us.
If they stayed long enough I could even tell what they were.

Two weeks later I was out hunting to the East and Dree sent me a message. We had detected a ship setting down 200km west of the hut. I was screwed.
I was hunting about 5km from the scanner, and it would take forever just to get back there. So I finished what hunting I needed to do for a few days, and made my way back.
When I got there I found out the craft had left. It didn’t come close enough, or stay in orbit long enough for me to figure out what it was. But three days later a ship came back and landed in exactly the same area.
The next week, about five days after it had come back, it landed again. Three days later, again it returned.
Around the third week I decided I would have to get closer and check it out. It exhibited the same pattern of five days then three days.
I had never been that far away from camp, and the wreck, and it would take me nearly a week to get there. I didn’t know what I would find there either.

To the North there was a ridge with a tall pointed hill at the west end. It was probably about 20km away. I needed food and supplies to make the journey to the landing point anyway, so I decided to go up to the top of that hill.
The morning I left for the hill was foggy and cool. I didn’t know if I would be able to see anything. By the time I got to the peak though, the fog had mostly cleared. I stopped and had a snack there sitting on the trunk of a fallen tree. Where I was sitting I could lean against another tree, so I took a nap. When I woke up I had an excellent view for about 100 km to the west, and then a small tree covered ridge ran north to South.
There was a body of fluid, possibly water to the Southwest.
From the tree line not far from my camp, where I could see a little smoke rising, there was an open reed-grass field.
I added this all to my map, and made my way back to camp after collecting enough food for the trip.
Below the ridge I found some bushy fruit trees, and after scanning and taste-testing them they were fairly good. The leaves were a deep red or purple, and the fruit was about as long as my fingers in a lumpy oblong husk. You had to cut through the skin, but it peeled cleanly away from the meat of it. It was bland with a little sweetness, but it had water and sugars. I gathered any that were ripe, or that I estimated would be ripe soon and deposited them in a bag I kept crammed in my pocket. The same way I do with the lizards, and insects I gather.

The next morning I had four days before the next landing. Dree was all over me to let her come along. But I didn’t have any way of checking the sensors by remote, or lugging her over obstacles. So I had no choice but to leave her at camp.
I set off before first light, with my supplies, cannon, and a length of cordage I had worked into a good length of rope.
When I got to the edge of the reed grass I noticed the ground was getting softer. The further I went it got softer and wetter, until eventually I was getting bogged down.
I had to stop frequently to rest, and my boots were carrying heavy excess mud.
Even further out I noticed rattling noises in the grass that I haven’t heard before, and some of the grass was up past my shoulders. Needless to say I was not comfortable not being able to see what was around me.
When it came time to rest I would throw down a flap of polymer that would keep me from sitting in the mud. It picked up mud itself, but I threaded the rope through the corners, and wore it like a cape when I walked. This way I didn’t worry about rolling and unrolling it and all that. I thought that was a pretty good idea.
When dark came I was still in the grass field, and not making great time.
After an attempt to nap, the noises and lack of visibility were too much, and I gave up. I just picked up and kept trudging through. I was in contact with Dree a few times through the night. That helped to keep my spirits up.
The nights were longer than the days, and both were longer than on Lok. I had to make a new setting on my chronometer, and after the first week it had gotten pretty accurate. So I could tell when the day/night cycle was coming and whatnot. When dawn came I was not sure how far I was from the ridge I had seen. I was worn out and sleepy, but I ate some of the fruit to keep my energy up. I kept up at a meager pace through the field. It was really hard going though. That morning I came up on the source of some of that rattling I had been hearing.
It was some kind of long slinky worm, insect, or snake, with a carapace. Its carapace was jointed in eleven places. This made twelve sections of shell on the thing, which was colored a light yellow. They blended in well with the clay and reeds, but seemed harmless. I had scanned one and studied it for a while, then realized how much time I had wasted just gawking at it.
I moved on late into the day, finally reaching patches of solid ground. It was nice to walk on it, since my ankles and lower legs burned and ached from trudging in the muck. I took longer rests to gather my strength. I reached the tree line at the base of the ridge as it was getting dark and decided to set camp for the night. I found a lizard to eat and built a fire. It was nice to have a hot meal after all that work.
When I woke up the next morning I had slept longer than I should have, so I got a late start. I had some of the fruit and some bitter seeds or nuts before heading off.
I found I would have to cross several hills and ravines before I made it across the ridge, and was still traversing them when night came. I discovered I was slowly going lower and lower even though I couldn’t see the other side. I set camp that night in the wooded hills. But the next day, the fourth day, I knew I needed to be getting to the landing site.
I marched up and down more hills, through streams and ravines, and came finally came out of the woods at another reed field. At the tree line I rechecked my heading and surveyed the area.
I was at a lower elevation now, and it seemed like this was a large valley. I could see part of the terrain across the valley, but not much. My rangefinder and optics couldn’t measure the distance through the haze and rising steam.
The reed field was short and emptied into a marsh. I tried to avoid the marsh, but found it merged with another. I took what I believed to be the shortest way across, but it was tough going.
I did this in a similar fashion as I made my way across, closer to the landing point.
I was knee deep in muck in the middle of one of the marsh pools, when I heard something.
Off in the distance to the Northeast I heard a long trumpet sound. After a few minutes passed I heard another, in almost the opposite direction of the first. The second seemed louder, and lower, but nearly equal distance away.
I can’t say I was calm after that, because it is the absolute opposite of my reaction. I couldn’t see anything with the steam rising out of the murk all around me.
Quickly, I started marching hard to get out of the marsh. I didn’t want to be stuck there when whatever those were got near me.
I was still trekking for an exit when the first one started rustling to my right, but I couldn’t see anything. I slid my cannon from my shoulder and squatted down in some of the sparse, short grass there. I waited with my gun tucked against my shoulder and pointed it out in front of me.
I heard a splash, squish, splash, squish, and then a pause. It was close!
As the steam rose I caught the edge of a silhouette, a long spindly leg with a bulge at the top, above my head if I were standing.
My pulse was pounding in my ears as I slowly trained my gun at the bulge.
The steam whipped around and I saw the figure. Atop four long legs a smooth oval shaped shell appeared. The head was close to its body, and didn’t appear to have a neck.
The eyes were looking over and beyond me. It slowly stepped forward, and I could see it looking beyond me. The movement of its legs was graceful, slow and deliberate. They had three knobby joints, and three curved claws to stand on. I could see it was tan and light brown. The eyes were the same color, but with sharp black pupils.
It was looking over and beyond me, like I wasn’t there.
As I stood there watching it, waiting to fire, I noticed the eyes were trained on something high and beyond me. Slowly I saw two large pincers descend from the sides of its upper body and poise at its sides. It was like a droid fighter on legs, with a triangular head.
It trumpeted again, close and loud.
Then behind me I heard rustling again, I slowly turned my head to the side and looked for the other to appear. This one was larger, with a more rustic looking shell that was marked and lined with spikes. It hissed and taunted the other with barbed edges on each claw.
I realized what was about to happen above me, and almost began to panic.
If I ran they may tear me to pieces.
If I opened fire I couldn’t be sure if it would be effective.
While I was considering the options the two started taunting each other, and growing progressively more aggressive. I quickly got a new idea.
I reached down to my belt and removed a thermal detonator, and primed it. I counted off a few seconds. Then I chucked it with my right arm with one firm motion.
I did it so quickly that I didn’t even draw attention to myself.
The detonator exploded before hitting the ground, and both the scaly beasts lurched back and looked for the source of the commotion.
Before they had a chance to react my legs were at hyperspace.
I chucked a couple more thermals to either side to keep them confused, but I quickly lost them in the steam again.
I kept up that pace for about half an hour.
After that I was pretty well spent. I found a nice solid place to sit and catch my breath.
The rest of my march was pretty uneventful, except for distant trumpeting in every direction.
Night fell on me again, and I was still not at my destination. I made it to an area with patches of trees and decided to make camp. I couldn’t deal with those crab things in the dark.
I found a tree with nice sturdy branches that hung almost parallel to the ground. I climbed up and secured myself to the tree while I slept.
Tying myself to a tree could be pretty dangerous. However, the crabs posed a much greater danger in my mind.
Day five came early, and I didn’t get any good sleep.
I had dried meat and fruit before setting off again. It wasn’t that great, but it kept me comfortable. I hadn’t had to make waste for a few days, but I hadn’t eaten much.
I had barely started moving on when I received a message from Dree.
“The ship is approaching the planet.”
I sent back, “check my position and verify distance from landing site.”
A moment passed…
“Distance to target approximately 13km.”
“Let me know when they enter the atmosphere.”
I took off at as much of a jog as I could muster. My legs ached to the bone from the long journey. I thought they would surely give out.
Then I got another message.
“They have entered the atmosphere. At current vector you are 14.6km from projected landing area. You have traveled 1.3km since last contact.”
I was still jogging while reading the shaking display. I didn’t bother to send any reply, but kept on moving. I slowed to a fast walk, and looked over my shoulder. The ship was only visible as a bright blue light, growing steadily larger as it came down.
There was no way I would make it in time. It never stayed longer than a few minutes.
My only hope now was to get near the landing site and wait for it to return in a few days. So I walked on casually to the landing site.
I was walking through an open wooded area now, and had gone about another seven kilometers when I noticed a trail heading through the trees.
This trail had various boot prints along it in different sizes.
They weren’t Imperial troopers, but were in an assortment of configurations. I stayed off the trail and moved cautiously on.
The sunlight beamed through the trees, and I avoided areas where it shined through. As I moved on I made contact with Dree to triangulate my position in reference to the landing site.
I noticed the trees ended close ahead, so I stayed low. I thought I heard voices caught on the wind, but couldn’t be sure my mind wasn’t playing tricks on me.
I crept closer and closer to the tree line and noticed movement.
I had been hearing voices!
Someone was here!
I stayed within the foliage and waited to catch a glimpse of them…
I could see a few temporary structures, but had yet to see anyone. They were moving about, talking but I couldn’t make out any words…
Who are they?
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Warsloth · Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2008 5:14 pm Post subject:

The Blood Sport Social

I tucked myself down in a fold in the ground. There, a rotting log and some dying foliage helped to conceal me.
The sound of chattering insects and wildlife filled the air.

For the moment, as I watched them the group was not talking.
Two of them were unpacking gear while another, a rodian poked at a datapad. This went on for some time, as I watched them silently. Then one of those monsters trumpeted in the distance.
“Y’hear that Jodas?” said the rodian with the datapad.
A human, raised his head from the shelter he was erecting and replied. “Yeah, is that one of them?”
“You bet!” said the rodian.
Jodas was very distinctive and clean-cut looking, with short hair. His apparel looked as if it were straight off an outfitter’s shelves. All the others looked at home in their well broken-in gear.
A second human walked up to the one named Jodas and helped him erect the shelter. It was clear neither was very experienced with them.
I was east of their camp, observing. At this point I figured they were there to hunt the crab things. The rodian, who must have been the guide, walked to the north and started making adjustments to the datapad while observing the terrain.
Another fellow with green skin and a full frilled face took spears from a long case. He inspected and sharpened the points.
The first rodian came back to the camp and talked to the green one in our language.
“Those should have been plenty sharp.”
The other looked at him and shrugged, “I was watching these two bumble around with their tent.”
“They are paying us. I’m surprised they didn’t tell us to do it.”
“You know their type. They have to have their hands in everything. Why not let them entertain us with their ingenuity.”
“You have a point, Jekt.”
“You could offer to help them, you know,” Jekt said with a smile.
They both chuckled.
Jodas looked over at them, “what’s so funny?”
The guide pointed at Jekt and said, “He tells jokes.”
Jodas looked at them, “You couldn’t have told us?”
“It doesn’t sound right in your language.” Jekt told him.

After this exchange they pretty much went about doing their own thing. I slipped away, creeping slowly and patiently across the ground.
When I got out of sight I sat down to think for a few minutes.
I had sprouted a plan, but I needed a minute to think through the details.
I knew this had to be a hunting group, and that they were probably after those huge crab creatures. I wasn’t really sure about anything more than that.
I was wearing my duelist’s armor, but had left my helmet at camp. The armor is varying shades of brown, with a layered shoulder piece made of chitin on one side, and lighter armor on the other. It was designed for close in combat, where the light side was your striking side, and the other more heavily guarded. It’s something I held on to from years ago when I served with a group on Tatooine. The Armor had no markings, or affiliation symbols.
The armor is unremarkable to anyone outside that group. At this point, it was covered in clods of mud, and I was dirty. For a moment before examining myself I had thought about roughing myself up. The long march here had done that well enough.
Removed my pistol belt, and put it in my pack. I kept my knife in a sheath on my leg, and slung my cannon over my shoulder.
Once I had myself together, I got out my datapad and casually walked toward their camp.

As I tramped along, I breathed heavily and looked around a lot. About 20 meters from their camp one of them heard me and called out.
“Hey, is someone there?”
I took a second before answering. “Yes, I’m here! Don’t shoot me!” I yelled.
I looked toward the voice, and saw one of the humans. It was the one whose name I didn’t know.
“Come closer with your hands up,” he shouted.
“What the blazes are you doing Geoff?” Jodas asked him.
“There’s someone over here, I’m checking him out.”
I was walking with my hands raised up and out by my shoulders. The two of them were both looking at me now. Here I started my ruse, “You don’t know how happy I am to see you here!”
“Who are you, what’s going on?” Geoff asked me, with an E11 loosely pointed at me.
“I was stranded here by the pirates, I’ve been here for nearly a season.”
“What’s your name?” Jodas asked me, with authority ringing in his voice.
I bowed my head and said, “Forone, of the clan Opseh.”
The guide spoke up, “Opseh, I know your clan.”
“Here you can take my gun. I don’t want you to worry,” I assured them.
The green rodian, Jekt, took my cannon. He set it down by the guide then whispered something to him.
Jodas looked me over and asked, “What were you doing here?”
“I was here with a party. We came to hunt, and scout for base camps.
We got attacked before we made it here, and our ships were destroyed. Mine made it to the surface though, and lies about two hundred kilometers east of here.”
“How did you find us?” Geoff asked.
I handed him my datapad. It showed readouts from the scanner, including the trajectory equations and sensor data, “it’s all right there.”
He eyed it carefully for a minute then passed it to Jodas. The two rodians stood behind them like they had no interest.
Jodas looked over the information then handed me the pad. “It looks like you had quite a trek to get here. Are you a good hunter?”
The guide spoke before me and said, “He’s a rodian, and an Opseh. There are no hunters aside from us that compare to them.”
I grinned, and agreed with him.
Jodas looked at me, “We would never make it to your camp and back before we get picked up. You might as well get hosed off, and hunt with us. You won’t need the gun though. Heedra has convinced us that spears are the weapon of choice for our quarry.”
“Heedra?” I asked
“Yes,” the guide answered.
“Like the battle poet, Heedra?”
“I was named for him, but I am not The Heedra.”
“It’s a very distinguished name. You have a lot to live up to.” I said.
The guide, Heedra, put on a boastful smile.
Geoff had fetched one of the spears, and held it out for me. I grabbed and examined it. “Looks like a fine tool. What is it you intend to kill with this?”
Jekt looked at me, stroking the frills of his face, “Norgens, leggy armored beasts.”
“I have seen them, what brings you here for those?” I asked.
“The meat of a single beast can bring a hundred thousand credits.” Jekt said to me in rodese.
Heedra leaned in, “And the tourists pay almost that much to that to kill them for us!”
“Sounds like my kind of business. You are lucky I have been stranded here so long. I could have been your competition.” I jested.
The three of us smiled, and they handed me a cup of brandy. Someone built a fire and we sat around telling hunting stories.
After a while, we had drunk quite a bit, and were still telling the stories. The younger human, Geoff, stared distantly through a few of the stories before speaking up.
“I have one for you… Rebels… We were hunting rebels.” The young man was so worked up none of us wanted to bother him. So we all just listened.
“They were trying to egress after an assault on Restuss. We went in with a squad, our first week there. We thought they were just running for it, but on the edge of town they ambushed us.”
“They held up in the last few buildings, and popped our C.O. when we got in the middle of them. Then it was just raining fire in both directions.”
“I looked down and my leg had been hit. But then I noticed my buddy Ferdis slump back.” The boy took a drink.
“Ferdis reached out to me, spitting up blood and clutching the smoldering hole in his belly.” He paused for a minute.
“I just stared at him for a minute. Then our heavy weapons guy plopped down next to me and asked if I had thermal detonators. I held one up, and he pointed to the building ahead of me. I looked around, and everyone had them ready, watching our heavy weapons man.”
“He stood up. I will never forget how I saw him there, his gun tugging the air around my chest. He yelled, and we threw the detonators. Then he charged the nearest building.”
“He created a flank to work from, and the other rebels ran beyond the buildings. We just popped them as they ran.” At this the boy sat back and was quiet again.
We all decided to turn in after that. But in the discussion I was able to gather a few things about the people there. Jodas was an imperial officer, named Jodas Ulgien. His counterpart who had come from infantry was now on Ulgien’s staff.
Heedra and Jekt were there to guide the hunts, but apparently Heedra was the owner of the enterprise as well. I guess it is somewhat of a rarity for him to guide hunts.

The next day we were all groggy, and somewhat hung-over. Heedra pressed us to get ready, and finally Jodas was motivated and eager too. I was still pretty tired though.
We had breakfast, some kind of egg protein and juice, and gathered our gear.
Jekt carried a rigging for bringing back what was harvested. We each carried three spears, save Heedra who navigated for us.
We headed south for a while, until we reached a pond. After looking it over, we headed east into the reed marsh. That’s where we finally spotted one…
He was hunkered low to the ground, foraging through the muck. Heedra whispered to Jodas, who walked over to Geoff. He tugged on Geoff’s sleeve then motioned for him to follow.
I looked back to Heedra and he nodded at me, so I followed them.
So Jodas followed by Goeff, with me in pursuit, stealthily inched towards the norgen.
Heedra had instructed us to attack from the side, between the legs. To make a perpendicular strike, so the spear would not glance off their armor.
Jodas now crept around to its side. He was within ten meters of the beast.
Geoff stayed close behind him. But I stayed behind it, and stayed within the same distance as Jodas.
All of a sudden, Jodas broke a stick under foot, and the norgen rose high in the air.
It turned and trumpeted at him, its shell smooth, and shining in the sun. It raised its claws in the air in anger, and Jodas saw his chance to attack.
He thrust forward with all his might, but the heavy claw of the beast parried the spear. Jodas had thrust himself forward, lost his balance and slipped onto his chest in the mud.
Geoff was still not close enough to attack, but I was now to its side. I was at the ready. As the Norgen reared up on its hind legs to thrust its pointed feet through Jodas, I tucked my spear under my arm and charged in. With a thrust, between it’s legs I broke through it’s armor. It cried out, and began to throw itself down to take Jodas with it. But I dropped to my knees and pushed the spear with a howl. “GAHHHHHH!”
Jodas looked in disbelief for a second, but began to flop backward and out of the way. Until finally Geoff pulled him up. And I released the Norgen to fall as it may.
It was dead.

Jekt and Heedra trotted over to see us. We were all in awe of what had just happened.
“No one’s dead?” Jekt interjected.
Through my panting, while lying on my back I said, “No, not yet.”
Heedra looked me over, “I haven’t seen one taken with such ferocity.”
Jodas looked at him, “I call it desperation, that thing would have killed me. Had he stood back there like Geoff I would be going home in a bag.”
Geoff stayed quiet where he stood.
Jodas looked at me and held out his hand, “come on, I owe you my life pal.”
I took his hand, and stood up. The norgen was still slowly writhing on the ground. It was a hill of legs and shell, now that I had bested it. Jekt walked up to it, and started hacking at its joints, to separate the legs.
Jodas patted me on the back again, and shook my elbow with his hand. He wore a huge grin.
We spent the afternoon hauling the meat back to camp, and celebrating. We had some of it’s vitals for lunch, cooked in some of the brandy, and with some vegetables they had brought. It was rather spectacular tasting food.
Jodas approached me that evening and told me he wanted to do something for me. I couldn’t really decide what to say to him, but I had instantly known what I truly wanted. I wanted my imperial record wiped out. I wanted to hang it up and disappear.
This may have been my chance to have it. Jodas was serious when he said, “anything you need, I will do for you.”
When evening came, and everyone was relaxing, I was still pacing around the edge of camp. That’s when Heedra came to me, “Forone, I wanted to tell you that was a spectacular feat today. But I am sure you have heard enough of that from your new human friend. I know you are a true fighter, because of the way you are still restless after the kill. You don’t gloat either.”
He rubbed his face for a moment, “You should come and work for me. I need good soldiers, for protection.”
That’s when I realized who I had been here with. He was Heedra Capova the Capova gang lord.
The Capova gang had contested Nym’s power on Lok for a while. And they had almost bought the smaller tribal pirates to fight against him. Heedra stopped the aggression after meeting with Nym, having agreed to disagree in a civil manner.
The Capovas had power rivaling Nym’s, but their power came from Coruscant, and political power they held there. This hunt with the imperial officer was a testament to their ways. They appeased and entertained the Imperials to gain trust and sympathy from them. Supposedly they had even made huge financial pledges to keep that friendship.
Heedra looked at me for a minute before continuing, “If you can shoot, and fly, those would be admirable qualities as well.”
“I can do all those things exceptionally.”
“Good, then can you work for me?” He grinned.
“If we can get some things sorted out with my new friend, then I will definitely work for you.”
“What sort of things,” He asked, still in a good mood.
“I have a record… a long one. I need it gone!”
Heedra pondered the problem for a minute then looked at me, and nodded. “Your problems are small, my friend. You will work for me, I will see to it.”
I handed him a cup of brandy, and we shared a toast to our new arrangement.
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