The three days passed easier than I had anticipated. We took turns watching the girl. The Captain seemed to bond with her a little. He had previously shown signs of affection towards her, but in the end, he didn’t seem too interested. At first I thought him fickle, but he made mention of once having a fiance later on, when we were in the Mid-rim…
We met on some bazaar. It had it’s own ecological system, complete with birds, small animals, and trees. I hate trees, they disgust me. They cover your hands with a green substance when you touch them, make you sneeze and choke incessantly, and they’re far too colourful. I’m happy I brought my breath mask along.
The deal went over pretty swimmingly. Garth pissed off the Duros, but that’s to be expected of Garth. He doesn’t seem to get people too well. We got our 15, 000 payout, and I for the most part shared it among the crew. Save for the 200 credit bonus they threw in for the droid.
The best part of the deal was they had forgotten to ask for the artifact. I quickly asked the Captain what are plans for it were, at which point he patted himself down and realised that the girl had swiped it when he let his guard down. Amateur mistake on the Captain’s part.
It quickly turned out that we weren’t the only ones making plans in these woods. An assassin droid came out of the bushes in pursuit of what the Cap said was a Alderaanian miner. I couldn’t be less interested, but the Cap offered payment for my interest, and so we set out after it. Garth and the others made quick work of the assassin droid, and myself and 21-BR took the injured miner back to our ship to heal. I made a point of grabbing the remains of the assassin droid whilst I was at it. There’s no way I’m passing up an opportunity like that.
When we got back, I took the time whilst 21-BR was patching up the miner to have a quick talk with EV8-D3. By now, I had expected him to have done something, but he seems a tad more slow witted than I initially gave him credit for. I was looking for something to keep me occupied on these long trips between systems. But so far all he’s achieved is a slight level of unease among the entire crew. He’s far too opinionated for a droid that could be scrapped at the drop of a hat. Perhaps it was a mistake bringing him aboard? Perhaps I misjudged his capabilities.
I didn’t get much details of the rest of the events. I was only in this for the money, so the reasons to do stuff really didn’t matter all that much. We ended up returning to Nar Shadaa and trying to offload the Firespray, but failed to find any buyers. I wasn’t too surprised. Legal purchases of that size here are something of a rarity.
We had to offload it as Cameron had accepted some job all the way in the Core worlds. Something about information gathering. I’m no stranger to the value of important information, but I am a stranger to that area of space. I’m not comfortable with expanding my horizons too far, I fear that I won’t be able to gain a grasp on everything as well as I have done here. I’m comfortable here, I know how to live here, how to survive… In short, I am not too happy about this plan, but if it provides big money like the captain promised, then I’ll take the risk.
However, if it fails to pay out, then I don’t see why I won’t be able to convince the crew back to Hutt space. The money there is good, and no one has suffered anything anywhere near as bad as the area can be known for. Besides, I don’t think Bargoss will be most pleased with our absence. He’s not gonna feel as in control.
Anyway, we ended up offloading the Firespray in some other system, but somehow got stuck with the job of cleaning it for a few hours beforehand. I’d have much rather taken a beating, but I gritted my teeth and got it done. I- … No. I shouldn’t let pride get the better of me like that. Pride is a slippery slope I do not wish to go down.
We stopped off on Lantilliies in the mid-rim due to Gail overheating the ship. I can’t figure out what is wrong with that girl and her reckless piloting. She’s started bragging about how fast we are getting places, but more often than not, she’s stalling the engine and getting us lost. I can see now that she is some ‘hard and fast’ pilot, but she’s not taken time to notice she’s not piloting some land speeder no more. She’s dragging around an old and bulky freighter. I’m seriously concerned she’s gonna do some damage to the ship at some point soon.
I was already getting pretty on edge, but for the most part, the systems seemed almost like what I was used to. I took the opportunity of the overheated ship to go and search for some modifications for my carbine. I stumbled upon a nice enough shop and was instantly won over by the prices. What I would have had to pay a small fortune for in Nal Hutta, I paid a fraction of the price here. I instantly went to town, modifying my vibroknife handle to compensate for the extra weight the battery added, adding a few attachments to my carbine to allow for long range and short range fighting. I’m starting to feel like I’m getting back to my old self before that damned Czerka incident.
I here chatter come through the comlink every now and again. Captain and Gail are getting more drunk by the minute, and EV8 has decided to divulge information to Garth. I get what EV8 is trying to do, I would be doing the same in his shoes. But messing with Garth is a quick way to getting shot. Anyone can make that connection. EV8 may have prepared himself for a mind-wipe, but he’ll never come back from being turned into spare parts.
I’m starting to think it’s time EV8 and I said our goodbyes.
When I finally returned to the ship with my claim. I find Cameron and Gail have brought an Imperial agent on-board. I’m no enemy to the empire, but I’m certainly not their chum either. I have to admit, I did run the idea of killing Cameron and Gail through my head briefly. But the odds weren’t in my favour. Sure, they were drunk, but the rest of the crew would have likely sided with them. No, better to operate a bit more discretely. Broaden my horizons.
I watched Gail, this agent, and Garth play a hand of Sabacc. He was good, but it definitely looked like a case of beginner’s luck. I placed 200 credits down and try my hand. Gail’s too drunk to see me sneaking cards in, and Garth was too focused on the money. I thought my main challenge was going to be this agent. I reckon that was my folly. Gail, out of nowhere, pulls a winning hand and proceeds to cheer uproariously. Her breath stank of Ithorian mist, even through my breath mask.
And in all honesty, I was actually a little happy for her.
… There was a bit of an odd moment though. This man had got the idea in his head that Gail’s real name was not Aphrigail. I don’t know how this came about, but any need to know the reason for that quickly vanished as I made the connections in my head. This, coupled with the fact that Gail’s name had brought up absolutely nothing on the holonet and bounty boards, strongly indicated that this girl was hiding something. Something her name held importance to.
She paraded off with her winnings, and Garth points a room out for the Imperial. I decided to take the incentive and get us on our way to Alderaan. R4-T5 was eager to help out, and I’d decided I’d like a brake from Gail’s style of flying.
We plot the course, and Garth jumps on copilot to help R4 take off. Something stalls and I send Garth back to the engine room to figure out what’s going on with this ship. Turns out there was a cap left over some sort of exhaust or intake, so perhaps this overheating nonsense was Carvisek’s fault instead? I’ll make a point to ask her when she gets up.
I decide to help out R4 as soon as Garth has sorted the cap issue, and before we know it, we were off. We make the jump to hyperspace, and we are a-shooing!
As soon as Garth returns to the cock-pit, I ask him to take over, as I need to take a piss. He buys it, and I make my way quietly to the Imperial’s room. I open the door as quietly as possible, but as this room hadn’t been used for a long while, it squeals along a little more than I had anticipated.
Before I’m able to make a move, the guy is up and alert. I feign a reason he needs to move rooms and leave him to it.
As a precaution, I make a point of staying up the remainder of the night. Morning comes, and Gail and Cameron emerge, looking like one looks when they polish off a bottle of Ithorian Mist. They make talk that I’m not entirely listening to at this stage, and I eventually retire to my room, now that there are others awake on the ship.