Bad Kitty
On the planet Vaynai, the people are represented by two sides. The local authorities who make and enforce the laws, and the Jedi Knights who guard the peace beyond their borders.
The call came in at zero seven hundred hours. A Sullustan gangster was moving a shipment of spice through the sector, using a purchasing agent on Vaynai. That made it my problem.
My name is Dymo. I carry a lightsaber.
V A Y N A I
TINGEL ARM REGION
The black duffel bag was tossed down onto the deck.
It was a lot less than they'd thought they were going to be picking up on this backwater resort, but already they'd put too much at risk on a job that didn't pay half of what they would have asked if anyone had told them there would be Jedi involved.
The Transdoshan took the helm, as the Anzat cast off the lines from the pier. As the throttle of the skiff was pushed forward, the two men were headed out to sea.
Out to sea... and the transport that was scheduled to pick them up over the horizon and underneath the com-scan range of the local starport.
"Doofu's not going to like this," the Transdoshan uttered, stealing a glance down to the solitary supply of spice that they would be bringing back with them.
"He should have told us about the Jedi," the Anzat fired back, peering over the side as though suspecting to find a Jedi waiting somewhere in the backwash coming off the repulsors.
A hollow sound emerged as the Transdoshan laughed at the man's nervous behavior. "Don't worry. I don't think we'll see that Jedi aga..."
From out of the clouds, a Phenex starfighter descended rapidly to buzz across the top of the skiff. The sounds of sirens began to pick up on the air, as police skiffs appears on the horizon, closing in on their position. But neither of that was what really got their attention.
What did get their attention was the fact that the Phenex was dragging a parasailing tourist behind it.
A green parasailing tourist.
The Anzat's jaw fell slack, as the Transdoshan could be heard to say, "You have GOT to be karking me..."
Detaching from the parasail, the green-skinned figure dropped through the air in free fall. Like an Olympic diver, the lithe figure pulled itself into a series of flips and turns in mid-air, before planting just above the deck of the skiff.
An outstretched hand gave a Force Push just before landing. The telekinetic displacement of air sending a forceful gale over the deck that sent both men down to the ground.
Bare feet stood out as the Jedi rose from out of a three-point crouch to stand atop the front of the skiff. A pair of board shorts dressed his trunk and a krakana tooth hemp necklace adorned the powerful torso. Fourteen long tendrils hung down his back, as the young man kicked his head back.
"Leaving port without your cruise director?"
That was just bad manners.
Cracking a grin, Jedi Knight Zak Dymo readied for a fight as the two men got back to their feet.
The call came in at zero seven hundred hours. A Sullustan gangster was moving a shipment of spice through the sector, using a purchasing agent on Vaynai. That made it my problem.
My name is Dymo. I carry a lightsaber.
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THE PLANETV A Y N A I
TINGEL ARM REGION
The black duffel bag was tossed down onto the deck.
It was a lot less than they'd thought they were going to be picking up on this backwater resort, but already they'd put too much at risk on a job that didn't pay half of what they would have asked if anyone had told them there would be Jedi involved.
The Transdoshan took the helm, as the Anzat cast off the lines from the pier. As the throttle of the skiff was pushed forward, the two men were headed out to sea.
Out to sea... and the transport that was scheduled to pick them up over the horizon and underneath the com-scan range of the local starport.
"Doofu's not going to like this," the Transdoshan uttered, stealing a glance down to the solitary supply of spice that they would be bringing back with them.
"He should have told us about the Jedi," the Anzat fired back, peering over the side as though suspecting to find a Jedi waiting somewhere in the backwash coming off the repulsors.
A hollow sound emerged as the Transdoshan laughed at the man's nervous behavior. "Don't worry. I don't think we'll see that Jedi aga..."
From out of the clouds, a Phenex starfighter descended rapidly to buzz across the top of the skiff. The sounds of sirens began to pick up on the air, as police skiffs appears on the horizon, closing in on their position. But neither of that was what really got their attention.
What did get their attention was the fact that the Phenex was dragging a parasailing tourist behind it.
A green parasailing tourist.
The Anzat's jaw fell slack, as the Transdoshan could be heard to say, "You have GOT to be karking me..."
Detaching from the parasail, the green-skinned figure dropped through the air in free fall. Like an Olympic diver, the lithe figure pulled itself into a series of flips and turns in mid-air, before planting just above the deck of the skiff.
An outstretched hand gave a Force Push just before landing. The telekinetic displacement of air sending a forceful gale over the deck that sent both men down to the ground.
Bare feet stood out as the Jedi rose from out of a three-point crouch to stand atop the front of the skiff. A pair of board shorts dressed his trunk and a krakana tooth hemp necklace adorned the powerful torso. Fourteen long tendrils hung down his back, as the young man kicked his head back.
"Leaving port without your cruise director?"
That was just bad manners.
Cracking a grin, Jedi Knight Zak Dymo readied for a fight as the two men got back to their feet.
VAYNAI VICE
A Star Wars Story Featuring Team Awesome
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