RC 212
HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPO!
Location: Void Station
At a Cantina
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"That's the last of em. We ain't got any more on board Morgan." Shades replied. He was tallish always wearing that black trench coat that Morgan so hated. The spacer Captain grunted and rested the butt of his hand on his pistol. They were standing in the corner of a Cantina on Void station, trying not to look real obvious.
"Yeah well, we're gonna need to take a few back."
"What? Ya can't do that man. You know this, I know this-"
"It's not about what ya know Shades. It's about what you can do, and what you can't do. Physically. No go down there and get one of those crates back with Tarval. We need to sell em off one more time to make the docking fee."
"If we get caught, I blame this on you."
"Noted."
He took his seat with his sister Tanya at the bar. They'd both covered up the name of their stolen Vessel, Re-branding it The Vagrant Voyager.
Two weeks rock hopping and few smuggling runs hadn't netted much, but it was enough for the pair to keep moving, to escape the constant bounty hunters and First Order agents that wanted them. Especially after they escaped Bespin while they were dropping off weapons before the siege.
Good old resistance and such.
"How long till our faces get recognized ya reckon?"
Morgan shrugged and flicked the safety off his Czerka Machine pistol, then took a sip of his drink.
"Hopefully a while. Hopefully way after we get this double deal done. On top of that Evelyn has the ship fired up in case we gotta make a quick dustoff."
Tanya nodded then clinked her glass with her brothers.
"To Outlaw Country then?"
"Aye to Outlaw Country."
At a Cantina
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"That's the last of em. We ain't got any more on board Morgan." Shades replied. He was tallish always wearing that black trench coat that Morgan so hated. The spacer Captain grunted and rested the butt of his hand on his pistol. They were standing in the corner of a Cantina on Void station, trying not to look real obvious.
"Yeah well, we're gonna need to take a few back."
"What? Ya can't do that man. You know this, I know this-"
"It's not about what ya know Shades. It's about what you can do, and what you can't do. Physically. No go down there and get one of those crates back with Tarval. We need to sell em off one more time to make the docking fee."
"If we get caught, I blame this on you."
"Noted."
He took his seat with his sister Tanya at the bar. They'd both covered up the name of their stolen Vessel, Re-branding it The Vagrant Voyager.
Two weeks rock hopping and few smuggling runs hadn't netted much, but it was enough for the pair to keep moving, to escape the constant bounty hunters and First Order agents that wanted them. Especially after they escaped Bespin while they were dropping off weapons before the siege.
Good old resistance and such.
"How long till our faces get recognized ya reckon?"
Morgan shrugged and flicked the safety off his Czerka Machine pistol, then took a sip of his drink.
"Hopefully a while. Hopefully way after we get this double deal done. On top of that Evelyn has the ship fired up in case we gotta make a quick dustoff."
Tanya nodded then clinked her glass with her brothers.
"To Outlaw Country then?"
"Aye to Outlaw Country."