Star Wars: This Sorrowful Life

Depths of a Republic prison

There was no trial, no jury, no judge...only a stuffy aristocrat with no knowlege of the force or his job. None the less I escaped but with only my wits. Every prison had a vent shaft in the cells but each cell did not have a camera staring at you all day. I was relatively simple to escape all I did was kick a sheet of parasteel and I was on my merry way. After looting the prisoner belongings I looked different and had my simple gear back. A dl-77 political class sniper rifle, a handy blaster and my dark saber given to me by the man I was framed for killing.

For a moment I almost cried....almost.

You live in life I you stay strong and sneaking out of a prison was mot the time to get emotional. The people who enscribed the saber knew

"May the father of understanding guide us" it read.

I didn't know who that was but he must have been smart.

I was 5 star systems away before they realized I had escaped. By then I no longer existed I was a new man and the previous would show up dead in few weeks thanks to a identity adapter. I became who I wanted to be and used my brother's name...Alex.

I will never tell who I was I will carry that to the grave.

I still looked the same but I wasn't me I was Alex. No one would know that alex was a person since he died in birth with my mother. My dad left at age 6 and I was alone every since.

I am 19...13 years of loneliness, 13 years of pain.

I hooked up with a partner a long time ago and we went on so many jobs.

If you wanted a man dead you called me. If you wanted a man arrested you called me. If you wanted to not die or be arrested you called ME.

I was rolling in credits from all factions of the world I was the most powerful person ever until I made a sour deal. This thing had no soul yet I made a deal with the devil and paid the price...my life.

Not in the sense I was killed because if I died I wouldn't be here tellimg you the story now.

The creature was named Jabba the Hutt. It was a repulsive slug abomination that ran he coruscant and tatooine with an iron fist or claw in his nature. That is where I got low and began to take all jobs for some form of payment just to save my own skin...until the republic foumd me again and completely overlooked me but demanded a service for a pardon.

"Ok..." I nevously spoke "I will do what you ask" ...

"Well...we need you to assassinate a confederate leader"..."your old partner"

"EXCUSE ME..." I said flatly with my total bitch face expression.