Trooper

Guild Scum

Bracca: 14 BBY
Ship Breaking Yard
Jess

Several weeks had passed since they had landed on Bracca. Mal had him and Ryn doing all sorts of work for her, from regular scrapping to even thieving from other foremen. Jess wiped some moisture from his face and reached his arm back into the stripped wall.

He closed his hand around the part and yanked. It came loose and he dropped it into a bag. Ryn jumped off a ledge close by. "How's it going down here?" She asked.

Even the few weeks of freedom had changed her appearance. Her injured hand had healed quickly, along with her other injuries. She didn't look like a slave anymore. "Slowly. This rain makes grabbing anything difficult," he replied.

"At least this is the last run to this sector," she shrugged. Ryn moved next to him and began grabbing parts from the wall. "Mal said the cutter will be here soon."

"Where are we moving next?"

"I'm not sure, exactly. She said something about going over by the clamps."

"I thought the cutter was heading that way in a few days."

"It is. Who knows what goes through Mal's head?"

"True." He pulled another part free with a grunt. "I'm just glad there hasn't been any Imperial activity close by."

"Me too." Ryn dropped a few more parts into the bag.

"That's everything Mal wanted from here. We can go now," Jess said. He slung the bag over his shoulder and tugged his helmet on. Ryn grabbed her own bag and situated it beneath her lekku.

"I've been keeping an eye out for ships," she said, following him up to the nearest makeshift ramp. "There's a shipment of modified Nu-class shuttles being brought it. Namon said they're in good shape. They're going to be repurposed into Imperial transports."

Jess furrowed his brows, contemplating. "We should look into it. It might be our ticket off this rock."

"I'd be glad to get out of here."

They fell silent, walking past a few more scrappers. The Duros and Rodian eyed them warily. Ryn shifted closer to Jess, her hand falling to her hip, where one of her blasters was hidden beneath her poncho. They ducked out of sight and the scrappers disappeared.

"Ugh. Lita Guild," Ryn groaned. "Those guys are trouble if I ever saw any."

"They're paid especially by the Empire. They have a lot of enemies," Jess agreed.

"Yeah, but they've got enough numbers that no one will stand up to them. I'd like to kick a few of them to the beasts," she growled.

Jess laughed a bit. "I'm sure you would."

Their makeshift campsite appeared ahead. Mal was already there, with a few generators glowing. She glanced up as they approached. "Did you clean out the sector?"

"Anything of value that was left," Jess replied. He tossed his bag onto the floor. Ryn's landed next to it.

Mal sniffed, unimpressed. "If those blasted Lita boys would keep to their own sectors, the rest of us might actually be able to afford some food and gear."

Ryn plopped down, leaning back against a crate. "Well, I doubt they plan to anytime soon. Not as long as there's parts around."

"Aye, you're not wrong." Mal sighed and began to search through their bags. "We'll head over to the clamps tomorrow. There's good pickings there. I heard it's where my old workers are now, too. I'd like to give them a piece of my mind while we're there."