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

Chapter 2: Getting back on our feet

Day 180 of 85bby

Captain Rallard waited in the personal hangar of Carno Juraf. He stood infront of a small blue shuttle. He had black hair and a black beard with purple scars across his face. He was near human. Right now he was anxious. He wore white clothing including a yellow jacket and black hat. He wasn't even a year older then Bara.

A large door opened and in walked the bounty hunter gang. Dressed head to toe in armour. Now all of them with their helmets on. They made their way over towards the captain and as they did. Rallard stood tall and straight and his scars went from a purple to a yellow. He calmed himself.

"Bara Saint'klee? I'm captain Rallard. The highest ranking guard in this station. This is the ship Juraf has suggest me to give to you" His voice squeezed a bit as he looked behind him at the shuttle. He made a gesture towards it and every member just stared. "I will warn you that if the ship is damaged or destroyed. You will have to pay for it".

"Note taken" replied Saint'klee.

"Remember, Gus Tager is on Sytra and is a Tognath. He will most likely have the money on him and Juraf wants him alive no matter what. He has some stuff that my boss wouldn't liked leaked" how low is Juraf, Bara wondered. Scum like this get rich while honest people like the Saint'klee gang only stay the same. While they aren't exactly innocent they are honest but only lies and deceitfulness gets people anywhere now a days. "He is at the large storage facility in the city if Tonnar. Take this ship. And he...I mean we won't ask any questions. Is that clear?"

All the members should keep their heads.

Rallard took a deep breath in. "Good, now get in" the shuttle door opened and the Saint'klee gang went inside "if you need anything just contact us".Rallard shouted. The door shut and now the gang was stuck inside the cramped interior. There were four seats and not even a door between the cockpit and the seats, it was all one room. A one room shuttle.

This man really was scum.

Lock went to the pilot's seat and Fen quickly rushed to the passenger seat. While Tarron and Bara took their seats in the back.

"You know" Fen started while Lock started up the ship "he didn't seem like a a womprat, he just seems a bit of an idiot".

"How so?" Asked Shen.

"Well he gives me vibes of wanting to do the right thing, but at the same time he works for a scumbag".

"Fen, I'm pretty sure you can't read minds" Tarron spoke again. This time now getting out his normal knife and vibrio blade. He held the knife in his hand while resting it on his knee then began sharpening it with his vibrio blade.

"I can! Didn't I tell you, I met a Jedi when I was ten and he gave me the ability to read minds" another one of his lies.

"I've known you for fifteen years and you've never once said you met a Jedi" Bara grunted leaning forward in his seat.

"I've known him twenty eight years and I've never heard it either" Shen stepped in again.

"I've known him eleven and I still hate him" Lock joined in.

"Ah, screw the lot of you banthas. You weepy, angry and lizard" Fen's comment got him a glare from Lock from underneath his helmet.

The shuttle finally started and rose up leaving the hangar and heading into hyperspace. Rallard waved them off which could be seen from the cockpit. Lock gave him a thumbs up which was all he got.

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The shuttle came in for a landing on Sytra in Tonnar city. The city was small. Quite. It was placed right next to a coast. It has a white sky and white water, the place was odd. But the gang ignored it and pressed on towards the storage facility. The largest one.