Rell Kapae
Protector, For Hire
Ophelia
Location: Thustra
Mission: Escape the planet, maybe other things
I had spent the last few days in an old, musty abandoned factory. Eventually, when I assumed that the militia of Thustra had stopped pursuing me, I decided to emerge from my hiding spot. I was of course wrong, and was pursued once again. Another day without food, and had to spend another day without food and water. I left at three in the morning to ensure that I wasn't pursued. I walked into the local pub to see if I could find myself a ride out of here. When I got there, I saw a young man, probably around the same age as me, that was obviously a pilot. I have the ability too read a person like a book, and his ambiance and stature suggested that he's definitely a pilot. I sat myself next too him, and asked him if he is a pilot. He affirmed my claim, and asked why I was asking. I then asked for a ride, of course. He asked me what I was willing to pay, and I told him of my healing skills. He then asked why I was wanting to leave the planet, so I game him my story.
"I woke up on this galactic freighter, where I recognized nobody. I was the only human on board, adding to the feeling of isolation. I spent a week being fed strange food, mostly moving and squirming, and in the company of speakers of Galactic basic surprisingly. Good thing I know a little bit of huttese. We eventually landed here, where I found the opportunity to become a sort of underground messiah because of my healing abilities. Eventually, the local government caught on to my exploitation of the uneducated and superstitious population. They sentenced me to death. That was a week and a half ago. I haven't had a good meal in 9 days, and am nearly exhausted to death. I would like to leave as soon as possible, if you can."
The pilot seemed interested, but distant in a way. He downed the rest of his whiskey, and prepared to respond.