A Pilot for the Runaways

[Garza]

"Get us the Hell out of here Captain!"
"I have said time and time again, I am not a captain."
"Just go!"

Thrusting the freighter into full gear, the ship's ramp was still closing up as one last guy was trying to hold onto the bag filled with credit chip pieces, as well as watches, datapads, jewelry. Piloting the ship was actually my astromech droid. Altering its course and path to take us as far as away from here as well as fast as possible without killing us. Turning around to the man who was decked out in mandalorian-esk armor, I grabbed the gun he was holding and then brought it up to aim at his exposed head. The only thing covering his face was a cloth mask.

"Give me my credits. and we can continue. Otherwise, I drop you as we move."
"We can deal with-"
"Now, or I throw you out."
"Karking droid you expect me t-"

Firing a blaster bolt into the man's head with a satisfying burst of the crown of the man's scalp. The three other men on the ship backed up from me. Looking them over, I raised the blaster pistol level to them. They weren't prepared for my retaliation.

"Give me my credits. Or I'll throw you out."

Taking the bag from the ground, they tossed it in my direction. kicking it to slide right underneath the table, I then grabbed the dead man's bag. Tyrial was his name? Either way, I started to speak once more.

"Put the body in the storage compartment. Put it in one of the capsules. When you are done with that. Hang out until we get to Shadda."
"So um. Why did you shoot him?"
"I could, and you don't get between me and my credits."

Both nodded their head and started to pick up the dead weight of the man and drag him off. Taking the second bag, I plopped it down next to the second bag, and placed the blaster on top of it. After taking the charge from the gun to prevent anyone else deciding to shoot me. I then made my way into the cockpit. Taking over piloting till we got to Nar Shadda.

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Nar Shadda

It had been a few hours since the three juvenile criminals had left my ship. They had taken their portions and were happy to be out of my presence. Removing the helmet to reveal the white smooth dome of my head as I was sitting at the cantina, I brushed my gloved hand over the top of my head as though I were pushing back hair away from my face. I didn't have any, but I liked the motion, and it felt good.

Droids didn't drink. I didn't drink. Though I wanted to. I never tried it because of my systems and I had a feeling it might screw me up. So I just opted to grab my datapad and looked through the information about who had won the Pazzak tourny. I paid attention to it. But not enough to be able to play it myself. Gambling on a game was not my strong suit. It was gambling with life that I found enjoyment. I could control more in my life than some card game.

Either way, The bartender came over to see if I wanted anything. Waving him off before he could even ask a question.

"Stupid people and their ideas of me drinking."

 

[Roshki Belawiiks]

[member="Lt. Sage"]

"I know, right? They ought to be able to see how much of a lightweight you are. Probably can't even handle one shot of Corellian whiskey."

Grinning, I slid into the seat across from the metal man, throwing out a cheeky wink. Maxi waddled up to my side and rested his head on my lap, whining. "Yes, yes, I know, Maxi-poo. I promised you a snack and I will give you a snack." With a melodramatic sigh, I gave him a scratch behind the ears and pulled out a couple of yobshrimp-flavored snacks. The tiny, slightly soft cubes had a rather strong aroma akin to chum used by fisherman, but I'd gotten used to the stench. Besides, my big baby loved them, and it was almost impossible not to spoil him. Holding the cubes in my palm, the Blarth greedily slurped them up with his tongue, leaving a goopy trail of slimy drool on my palm. Clucking my tongue, I pulled out a heavily-stained rag to clean my hand. "Kids these days, absolutely no manners. Ain't that right, Maxi-waxi?"

​Blarf, blarf,​ went the fat animal.

Now that my baby had been satisfied, I gave my full, undivided attention to the metal man in front of me.

Talk about a curiosity. I'd seen this fella walk in, decked out in armor - only to realise that was​ his body. And that he didn't...well, his Force signature was unlike most anything I'd come across yet. His whole behaviour piqued my interest as well, when it was clear this guy was no ordinary hunka space junk. I'd fought (and lost against) one person like that before, but this guy still seemed...different. Ah well. Couldn't have been too bad if Grey wasn't here prodding me.

​Just you wait, urchin. I'm always​ here, watching.

​Yeah, yeah. Shut up you nonexistent pleb. Nobody cares.

Propping my chin up on the palms of my hands, I gave the being my most winning smile, winking a black eye at him. "So, stranger....you come here often?"

In the back of my mind I couldn't help but hear a bunch of gagging noises. ​By the stars, the hell are you trying to do? Are you really that desperate? ​By this time, Grey had fully materialised and was currently standing with her lower legs inside Maxi, who was completely oblivious to the hallucination. ​​"You need to get out more, or find an actual job. These years have really​ messed you up, crazy." Placing one hand up against the corner of her mouth, the mirage pretended to think. "Oh, I know! Why not suck it up and go back to the Jedi? Oh wait that's right, they're dead. Like your Mas--"

"Shut. Up,​" I hissed under my breath, struggling to act like there was absolutely nothing wrong. These days it seemed like Grey was more hateful than usual, and I wasn't sure what it meant, but it put me on edge.