Barrett Haskins
Smuggler Extraordinaire
@[member="Azza Mirim Xarax"]
The Dantooine jail wasn’t exactly the most comfortable thing Barrett had experienced in his life, the beds were crap to sleep on and the only thing crappier was the food they served every day at the same times. It was not even his fault he was in jail! (okay it was but who actually admits that?!)
He had been drinking at the local bar after dropping off some cargo at the spaceport when he was approached by a bounty hunter who had heard he was wanted by the Imperials for smuggling, after exchanging pleasentries, Barrett quickly punched him in the face and kicked him in the stomach before running out of the bar and back for his ship.
Little did he know but his crew was already there and they overpowered him and took him into custody in the jail he was currently located until his paperwork went through and he was taken back and his bounty cashed in. That was how Barrett had lost his patience with the aforementioned crappy service. He had quickly become snide and rude with the guards who taunted him constantly for their own amusment.
“Here’s your food, Haskins, enjoy!” The guard spat before sliding the tray through to the inmate, and walking away laughing. There was a giant fingernail in his eggs, Barrett didn’t find the same humor in it that he did.
“Stop flirting and ask me out already!” Barrett yelled back at the guard, throwing the plate of food at the wall. The guard didn’t take very kindly to that and doubled back to the cell, opening the door and extending a baton he had strapped to his waist.
“You think you’re so funny?” He asked before taking the baton and smacking Barrett around a couple times, kicking him in the stomach, and then spitting on him before leaving. The smuggler had no other choice but to crawl into bed and sleep off the pain, blood seeping from his nose, too much for just some toilet paper to get. He’d die before he went to the Empire, this was a fast track it seemed.
When the guards brought his newest roommate in around noon they would have walked in on a bloodied Barrett sleeping on the bottom bunk, pillow and wardrobe bloody, trailing from his mouth and nose. There was still uneaten eggs and hash on the floor. It was quite the pitiful sight.
The slamming of the cell door jolted Barrett awake, soon he would meet his new cellmate.
The Dantooine jail wasn’t exactly the most comfortable thing Barrett had experienced in his life, the beds were crap to sleep on and the only thing crappier was the food they served every day at the same times. It was not even his fault he was in jail! (okay it was but who actually admits that?!)
He had been drinking at the local bar after dropping off some cargo at the spaceport when he was approached by a bounty hunter who had heard he was wanted by the Imperials for smuggling, after exchanging pleasentries, Barrett quickly punched him in the face and kicked him in the stomach before running out of the bar and back for his ship.
Little did he know but his crew was already there and they overpowered him and took him into custody in the jail he was currently located until his paperwork went through and he was taken back and his bounty cashed in. That was how Barrett had lost his patience with the aforementioned crappy service. He had quickly become snide and rude with the guards who taunted him constantly for their own amusment.
“Here’s your food, Haskins, enjoy!” The guard spat before sliding the tray through to the inmate, and walking away laughing. There was a giant fingernail in his eggs, Barrett didn’t find the same humor in it that he did.
“Stop flirting and ask me out already!” Barrett yelled back at the guard, throwing the plate of food at the wall. The guard didn’t take very kindly to that and doubled back to the cell, opening the door and extending a baton he had strapped to his waist.
“You think you’re so funny?” He asked before taking the baton and smacking Barrett around a couple times, kicking him in the stomach, and then spitting on him before leaving. The smuggler had no other choice but to crawl into bed and sleep off the pain, blood seeping from his nose, too much for just some toilet paper to get. He’d die before he went to the Empire, this was a fast track it seemed.
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When the guards brought his newest roommate in around noon they would have walked in on a bloodied Barrett sleeping on the bottom bunk, pillow and wardrobe bloody, trailing from his mouth and nose. There was still uneaten eggs and hash on the floor. It was quite the pitiful sight.
The slamming of the cell door jolted Barrett awake, soon he would meet his new cellmate.