As the pursuing dust cloud catches up to the craft, you can just make out lettering, carbon-etched on the speeder's fairing. Kilo-Meter Eater.
Smoldering cigar dangling from one hand, the driver tilts up his faceshades with the other. Eyes squinted, Keer Tregga gives a deliberate look to the weary figure slouching before him.
After a deliberate pause, "Most sincere apologies for the dust, but damn, Slick! If you don't look like you fell down a chimney already...*chuckle*.
"Yeah, but just keep your shoulders square. You're not the first to trip over our little spot on the Lok rock. And if you want to show up next time in say, uhh, better spirits, look Keer up over on the east side of town.
"Your next trip might be just as rough, so for a modest charge I can nasty up the weapon of your choice to keep the local scavengers off your back. Buy your stuff from Cista and I'll give you that low low low discount.
"Operating on Lok can give beings a slight inferiorty complex, so if you need a little ego boost, I stock a serious "spice cabinet" to keep your synapses firing right *wink*
*guffaw* "Yeah, right. 'Just Say No to Contraband'. Out here on the Rim, there ain't much to say "Yes" to, know what I'm saying, traveller? I mean, damn! Nym's been hustling the Karthakk Sector for over 50 years. FIFTY YEARS! He goes back to the Republic with his hustle. You're gonna tell me that a Twi'lek can't get his? And that you can't get yours? *pshht* Pleeease.Nyase wrote: Just remain loyal to your empire and free from contraband and you can enjoy a hassle free life.
"Listen, scout. Politics give me a headache, but if you're scared of moving around holding the good stuff that you need, I've got the skills to dodge the kills. Move with me through the checkpoints and you'll come out the other side free and full-pocketed. Minus my fee of course, but it's all smooth biz like that. *shrug*Tramel wrote:These treasonous individuals are looking to do nothing more than sow the seeds of hate and discord throughout this galaxy wide Empire which will easily stand for a thousand years.
Hey, I could lose your regular Customs patrol in a Merchant Tent....in broad daylight! *cackle*
And if we should have to "bring it down to Ugnaught Town", I'm triple-skilled with the blaster light and steel hands fight. Heh heh, I'll pull 'em off you, Slick! And then do it so lovely that they think that they won on me! I've faked my own death so many times, I probably couldn't kill myself!
*Com-Link chimes with the tone of Smuggler's Blues by The Kreetles*
"Ho- ho- hold up for a minute. I have to take this."
*From somewhere inside the speeder a Hologram blurs to full form. Two svelte pale-skinned female humanoids with braided hair look out from the lightshow with dour expressions. "You're late, Tregga! AGAIN! The Tonnika Sisters don't kike to be kept waiting. We've saved our last container of Geonosian Motion Lotion for this! You know we have to have 3 good hours in Zero Gravity for it to work right. Freakin' Twi'leks! Think those lekku own the galaxy for you, don't you? Hurry up!" End transmission*
"OH yeah! That's me! Sorry, scout, but you'll have to pardon my dust again. See? All's not hard survival out on the Rim. It's the Core Worlds that are turning into the "Bore Worlds". *wink* We ride the edge literally out here. Daily! But now you've heard me. Therefore say no more."
As the Kilo-Meter Eater jumps a bit higher on it's repulsor cushion, the Twi'lek hustler flexes his lekku, re-ignites his stalled cigar and slips down his faceshade. You hear "See you out there..." just above the whine, fading away from you through a new cloud of choking dust.
Welcome to the community, Kenyon!
{OOC: Got carried away here, as if you couldn't tell. :lol: I swear this started out as a two sentence post. /halo. Tramel and Nyase, no offense, bro's. But, The Flava was flowing through me. In my heart I'm hoping that Tom will join the Imperial ranks and help you guys help all of us by building the Empire into the RP bedrock that it should be. Consider it, Tom
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