RC 212
HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPO!
Somewhere near Sullust
Times were good for Morgan, doubly so since he'd added a few tricks up his sleeve to his trusty Washburn Freighter. But alas all was not as well as it could be.
He was gazing up from the cell of a Prison barge, through the bars that dripped moisture from bad O2 scrubbers. The faint whirr as they flicked on and off erratically was what gave them away.
Above foot steps, he guessed booted thudded a steady clomp across the deck. What had been a routine scouting and salvage mission on a derelict ended up with Morgan and Crew down here, separated from their beloved S.S. Liberty by several floors of folks he did not know.
He tried to recall the incident as he jiggled his chains.
Tanya his Sister was coming too just now.
"What the in the nine hells of the void happened?"
Morgan grunted, fishing through his coat. They'd left his smokes at least, which was a nice boon for him. He sparked one up, chains jingling as he lifted both hand to light it.
"Unsure. Guess we stumbled upon some locals Militia or somethin'"
"Well not like we got anything good we're hauling."
"Yeah and you know whats weird, the First Order is falling apart, so it can't be bounty hunters."
Danni glanced up and he mirrored her.
Above them a pair of mandibles clacked......