Climbing through the shaft, in Jarik's opinion, was probably the worst idea he'd ever had.
What with him bumping his head and cursing loudly every minute, he was surprised he hadn't woken everyone in the apartment building with all the ruckus.
Finally-and with great difficulty-Jarik struggled to the point where the shaft ended and roof began. Pulling out a screwdriver from his supply pack to open the vent, he hauled himself up into the cool, fresh night air.
He immediately collapsed onto his back on the roof, extremely fatigued. Closing his eyes for a moment, he relaxed and took in the clean night air, a welcome break from the stale vent air.
Free finally, he thought. Now I can finish this dumb job and move on with life.
"Happy now that you're finally liberated?" A heavily sarcastic voice female quipped from somewhere above him.
In a flash, Jarik jumped to his feet, immediately reaching for a blaster that wasn't there. Sheepishly, he brought his hand back down, and tried-to no avail-calm himself down.
It was Xista.
Obviously, he wasn't going to explain that he was trying to escape because he had a smuggling job to complete, but he also knew that no more lies would get past her.
As she stared at him expectantly, waiting for an answer, Jarik did the most natural and sensible thing there was: he ran.
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The Life and Times of Jarik Solo
FanfictionJarik Solo. A young smuggler, born and 'brought up' in the depths of Nar Shadda, with no real family to speak of. He is used to living on a hand to mouth basis, never knowing what the next day will bring, so when he is offered a high paying smugglin...
