Post by Galen Toren on Dec 15, 2006 2:04:31 GMT -5
Galen slogged though the streets of Iziz, not one of his favorite planets but he had to go were the jobs took him. His most resent job involved picking up a number of dangerous animals and transporting them to a collector on some core world. Some how the one year anniversary of the death of his mentor and friend had creped up on him. He didn't know how he could have forgotten about it but one thing was certain, even after a year the wound still hurt.
He still had a day before he had to meet the contact so he got a room at a hotel just outside the space port. It was a small room with only a bed, flat screen, a desk and a chair. Galen tossed his day bag onto the chair and flopped onto the bed. He was out before he even hit the pillow.
Galen was never one prone to dreams but when they did occur it generally was never a good thing. This was not one of the 'good' times.
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Galen walked down a side street in Mos Eisley. He was supposed to meet Regen and pick up a load of spice but he was running a little bit late. finally he got to the meeting place and found Regen with his arms crossed.
"About damn time boy." Regen said in his teacher voice. "How many times to I have to tell you 'never keep the customer waiting'?"
"I know, I know. There was a brawl that forced me to take a different path." Galen said.
"Well that may be but still. Learn your lessons."
From the shadows a pair of figures emerged. They wore brown clokes with hoods pulled over their eyes. They were no more than a meter and a half tall, though from the looks of them they were hunched. The figure on the right, 'wraith one' Galen called him, carried a thick wooden stave. It was this figure who spoke first.
"Do you have the money?" His voice came out dry and raspy, like the very sands had scoured his thought.
"Aye, we have the money." Regen said, tossing over a pouch.
Wraith two tossed Galen a sack with the spice in it. Galen opened the bag and looked. sure enough the contents where what they had come for.
"Nice doing business with you." Regen said to the figures.
"Yes, nice indeed." Wraith one said. With out warning he pulled a hold out blaster out from under his cloak and shot Regen in the chest.
Galen let loose a roar and pulled his own blaster out faster than he thought he could. Fueled by pure rage he gunned down the two figures before they had time to react. He dropped the sack of spice and knelt beside Regen. The man's chest was a ruined mess. "Regen! Hold on. Ill find you a medic." Galen said, his voice hinting the pain his eyes hid.
"Galen," Regen rasped out. his voice trembling with the effort. "listen to me lad. Take the ship, she's yours, you earned her. Take her and..." He coughed up blood. " Take her and pay back you debt to your father. Promise me this...." Regen's mouth continued to move but no words could be heard. finally, the mans chest stopped moving.
"I...I promise" Galen replied, lowering his head to Regen's still chest. Dutifully he picked up the sack of spice and the pouch of credits. He would have to finish the job the were hired to do on his own. He paused for a second before picking up his friend and curring him back to the ship.
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Galen awoke with a start. He disliked dreaming. He glanced over at a chrono on the desk and saw that it was just about time for him to meet his contact. Grimly he cleaned up and headed out to finish this job.
OOC: first for your reading pleasure and evaluation. im still switching my mind over from other genra so feedback is greatly appreaciated.
He still had a day before he had to meet the contact so he got a room at a hotel just outside the space port. It was a small room with only a bed, flat screen, a desk and a chair. Galen tossed his day bag onto the chair and flopped onto the bed. He was out before he even hit the pillow.
Galen was never one prone to dreams but when they did occur it generally was never a good thing. This was not one of the 'good' times.
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Galen walked down a side street in Mos Eisley. He was supposed to meet Regen and pick up a load of spice but he was running a little bit late. finally he got to the meeting place and found Regen with his arms crossed.
"About damn time boy." Regen said in his teacher voice. "How many times to I have to tell you 'never keep the customer waiting'?"
"I know, I know. There was a brawl that forced me to take a different path." Galen said.
"Well that may be but still. Learn your lessons."
From the shadows a pair of figures emerged. They wore brown clokes with hoods pulled over their eyes. They were no more than a meter and a half tall, though from the looks of them they were hunched. The figure on the right, 'wraith one' Galen called him, carried a thick wooden stave. It was this figure who spoke first.
"Do you have the money?" His voice came out dry and raspy, like the very sands had scoured his thought.
"Aye, we have the money." Regen said, tossing over a pouch.
Wraith two tossed Galen a sack with the spice in it. Galen opened the bag and looked. sure enough the contents where what they had come for.
"Nice doing business with you." Regen said to the figures.
"Yes, nice indeed." Wraith one said. With out warning he pulled a hold out blaster out from under his cloak and shot Regen in the chest.
Galen let loose a roar and pulled his own blaster out faster than he thought he could. Fueled by pure rage he gunned down the two figures before they had time to react. He dropped the sack of spice and knelt beside Regen. The man's chest was a ruined mess. "Regen! Hold on. Ill find you a medic." Galen said, his voice hinting the pain his eyes hid.
"Galen," Regen rasped out. his voice trembling with the effort. "listen to me lad. Take the ship, she's yours, you earned her. Take her and..." He coughed up blood. " Take her and pay back you debt to your father. Promise me this...." Regen's mouth continued to move but no words could be heard. finally, the mans chest stopped moving.
"I...I promise" Galen replied, lowering his head to Regen's still chest. Dutifully he picked up the sack of spice and the pouch of credits. He would have to finish the job the were hired to do on his own. He paused for a second before picking up his friend and curring him back to the ship.
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Galen awoke with a start. He disliked dreaming. He glanced over at a chrono on the desk and saw that it was just about time for him to meet his contact. Grimly he cleaned up and headed out to finish this job.
OOC: first for your reading pleasure and evaluation. im still switching my mind over from other genra so feedback is greatly appreaciated.