The Tragic Tale Of The Saint'klee Gang (Cancelled)

Chapter 1: Bounty Hunters Of The High Republic

Day 179 of 85bby

A black and red Sartion-class attack shuttle limped out of hyperspace. Smoke leaked out, occasionally sparks was stop and start. The ship leaned to the right a little, it was severely damaged. The ship looked like it had been through the deepest depths of Mustafar.

He slowly cruised towards a space station. It was massive and in the middle of no where. Gold stripes around a bright white centre. It was top heavy with a long sharp spear shape at the bottom and a large round box shape on top where ships flew in and out of.

The space station was bustling with life. Hopefully it could add 4 nasty looking degenerate bounty hunters to that life.

The pilot picked clicked on the com with his yellow armoured hand. "This is Apaloosa's rest, the Sartion class attack shuttle asking permission to enter the space station for repairs" his gruff voice had a sharp edge to it. A voice which would even make a nydak hit the road.

After a second wait a male voice replied over the com "This is Vextco station to Apaloosa's rest, you have been granted permission to land in hangar seventeen".

"Thank you" replied the pilot. He switched off his com and flew toward hangar 17. Which was a repair hangar designed for situations like these. The ship flew through the bourse shield separating space from the inside of the hangar. All around mechanics hard at work fixing smaller ships. A ship was already landed inside but luckily the space station had large hangars so 2 ships could fit inside 1.

The wings folded up and legs came down and planted them firmly in the ground. A short old man long white hair and white stubble came out from a small booth. He was dressed in a combination of blue and black with a brown jacket. He walked towards the door of the ship while waving his hand infront of his face to get the smoke away.

Suddenly the door opened and black stairs came down. In the doorway stood a man. Yellow and white armour helmet tucked under his side. The armour had brought shoulders and a helmet which looked narrow. While the man was mostly masked by shadow but a blaster pistol was holstered in his belt at the front. A blaster rifle on his back. He also had short brown slicked back hair as well as a thin brown beard which was pierced by 2 scars which trailed down diagonal from his nose, across his chin down to the bottom of his jaw line.

He slowly went down the steps and the old man was then met by bright blue eyes almost as bright as the sky of Quell and fair skin.

Behind him was another set of eyes and same set of armour but with different patterns. This time blue, lighter blue and white armour and purple eyes.

Then more eyes but these ones were different. Not normal human eyes, these had no eye colour. Just black narrow pupils while the rest of his eye was a piercing red. He also wore white and green armour again same design as before.

A final pair of eyes follow but this man was quite a bit shorter then the rest, but he had brown eyes and mostly white armour with a sprinkle of red across the helmet. On the gloves and boots.

The first man stopped just infront of the old mechanic. "What do you want from me?" He sounded tone death, no emotion for miles.

"Me and my boys got into a scuffle, we need our ship repaired and a place to sleep. This is everything we have" he handed him a small brown pocket bag which made a slight jingle when it landed in the old man's palm. It was filled with credits.

She let out a small sigh "head to main block if you need a place to sleep. They will also give you directions to the Cafeteria." Before he let them past, his eyes narrowed and he looked up questioningly as questions popped into his head. "You a bounty hunter gang?" He asked his voice with nothing to it again.