Star Wars

Someone will pay for this...

Xel Tarkk slowly came awake, rising to consciousness like a large bubble finally breaking the surface of the water. As he opened his eyes, he was in a state of disbelief for a few moments…where was he?

This looked familiar, but where from? Slowly it dawned on him that he was in his own ship’s escape pod. Once again the question “why?” came to his head. He shook his head, trying to clear the fog and headache that he had simultaneously. Some of the more recent events came back to him. He had been flex cuffed and stuffed in the escape pod as…as his ship had be hijacked!

It all came flooding back to him quickly. The docking of the two ships, the fight with those cursed…jedi? That can’t be right. But he had just seen 3 lightsabers and it had been a long time since Xel had lost a fight. Oh this was not going well. Jabba was not going to be pleased that not only had he not fulfilled the mission, but Xel was also aware he wasn’t wearing his armor. He was fuming. He had that set of armor for over 5 years now and Jabba had given him an advance on the job to add the cortosis to the weave to protect him. His mind also remembered being relieved of “Reaper”, his heavily modded and trusty blaster. There was another 5 years of saving and work down the drain, and not to mention his ship. This was turning into a very bad day…and someone was going to have to pay for all of this.

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