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Every one is a
disappointment to their parents - skipping school, ducking work, and
crashing the family speeder. Nothing special there. The problem
comes when you find yourself on the wrong side of a negotiating
table from Belloq, a Hutt who is a (let's say) colourful local identity.
Who could have known she was his girl? What clue could have revealed
that the contents of the open safe in that dimly lit city apartment
also belonged to him? What act of prophecy could have foretold that
offering to play him seven times at cards for double the debt or
walk free could go so horribly wrong? Anyway, I now find myself with
one of Belloq's freighters struggling to make the monthly repayments
on my debt to him - at a exorbitant interest rate, might I add - and
shadowed by the less than dutiful bodyguard he's lumbered my with.
I'm not sure it's my body
that he's guarding, though. Along the way, I've picked up a good
co-pilot and a gunner. Both seem like very nice chaps. I'm positive
the future looks brighter from here on.
Personality: Life is not a rehearsal,
a wise man once told me before he collapsed into an inebriated heap
on the taproom floor. So, it's best to live hard and fast. See what
that is to see. Do what there is to do. It's a big galaxy out there.
Your fortunes will rise and fall during your time so spend big when
you have the credit and take what you can from those who have it
when you don't. When I've got a couple of thousand credits burning a
hole in my pocket, I know I don't miss losing a dozen or so. Other
people must be the same - aren't they? I must say, though, that
credits are not always worth the holographic counter-counterfeit
micro-fibre they're stamped on. There is nothing quite like the look
in a lady's eye when she believes there's jewellery to be had.
"That's right, my dear, and all you have to do is..."
Appearance:
I'm used to giving an
outline of what I look like but it's usually when I'm helping local
law enforcement fill in a charge sheet. Height: 1.8 standard
metres, Weight: 120 standard kilograms, Hair: black, Eyes: black, No
distinguishing features, scars or tattoos.
They generally then give
me a receipt for a dozen credits, flight boots, Republican Naval
dress uniform trousers, white shirt and Oberlindes Passenger Lines
officer's dress jacket - always just after I've put on those
wonderfully comfortable paper overalls they have by the thousand.
The charge sheet,
however, does not capture the naughty sparkle in my eye or my
winning smile - more of a cheeky grin, actually - that has helped me
out of as much trouble as it's landed me in.
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