Fist full of credits?

[Rekha Kaarde]

She was meeting a contact someone who could get her the right paperwork to get by the Sith on Csilla. Yes she was going back there one to get refugees the second part well that was for her.

It was a smoke filled room and little could be seen Rekha wondered if it was meant to be that way or had someone come in with a stinky cigar, she swept her hand in front of her face trying to clear the air.

If anyone wanted to attack her this might work. Just then a half dozen shots impacted a table only inches from her, she dove behind another table. What the feth?

Rekha wasn’t going to sit still for anyone, she rolled out from behind the table. Moving quickly she caught the edge of another table pulling it towards her for a shield. Reaching for her heavy pistol she pulled and sighted down the barrel, squeezing the trigger twice in quick succession, then ducking behind her make shift shield.

Someone had been coming around to outflank her, what had she come in on?

The answer came with rolling thunder of blaster fire it was loud! The other tables were being shredded around her, who was shooting, and with what!!!

She didn’t dare move…where were the force users when the non-force users needed them???

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

A week earlier

The stars shone brightly, with a pure cleansing, white light that seemed to banish the dark and cold of the vastness of space. Sometimes Rekha if she closed her eyes could feel the stars reaching out to her. If only she could reach back.

Emerald eyes traveled over to the man sitting across from her he was still waiting on an answer. Pulling her thoughts back to the here and now she focused on the Magistrate. She didn't trust him he was an older man, a bit hefty about the middle, his grey hair showing a hint of white, and an ugly scar marred the right side of his face. How did he get that?

"Your offer is very generous" too generous "I question how long I would have to live to spend that very generous offer, didn't the last two smugglers you hired have unfortunate accidents?" Rekha tried to keep that hint of malice from her tone.

The magistrate nodded, "Perhaps if I added that Mr. Zarek told me to mention his name and that all your concerns would disappear"

Zarek, mon loup, what the feth did he do to me now. Her concerns would not just disappear they t had just tripled. Now she was in a bind, she had to take it. Feth! Back to Csilla. Back through Sith lines of defense. She would need a few things.

"Fine, meeting over" Rekha dismissed the magistrate who smiled at her she didn't look at him, she despised the position she was in. She should have stayed hidden on Bespin. FETH!!!

Present Day

Her make shift shield would not hold out forever, she needed to move. She glanced about quickly looking for anything that would help with an escape.