A Long Time Ago, in a galaxy far, far away....
The Errant Knight, inbound on the Correlian sector of the Hutt world, Nar Shaddaa.
"I just don't see why you have to get work from the Hutts. I understand reputable business is hard to find, but it will be harder still if you get the black mark of Hutt smuggler on your resume." It was the sort of arguement the crew was used to hearing as captain and passenger made their rounds of the ship.
Liam was the oldest resident of the ship save the captain and first mate, signing on for passage mere weeks after they first went airborne, A bit of an oddball, he seemed mostly well liked, quite handsome for an older man, easily in his late thirties if not older, his hair a deep shoulder length red tied back behind him, his clothing tending towards the loose fitting, wide tunics, volumnous pants and the like, mostly dull gray.
His arguements were put up with on the grounds of seniority, and the fact that his contributions by way of fare had kept the ship in the air more than once when, lacking jobs they'd have run dry on fuel or cargo. That is not to say that they were accepted, and even as they strolled through the engine room, their arguement could be heard over vast area's of the ship.
The crew knew where they were settling down, The smugglers moon, and most, now all from the yelling, knew that they would be dealing with the Hutts, a practice that rarely meant good for the crew of such a small frieghter.
((Forgive the rather slow introduction. Was supposed to be in bed an hour ago ^_^;
More will be forthcoming tomorrow morning, in the mean time, interact how you see fit, if you're a passenger you can choose to already be aboard, or to join up on Nar Shaddaa. Huzzah!))
Episode 1 - Better Days
RUIN! Emerging from the clone wars, the Old Republic has been reborn as the Galactic Empire. Under the rulership of Emperor Palpatine, the empire has begun cracking down on dissidents that allowed the clone wars to come to pass, standardizing its millitary and wiping the Jedi from the face of the galaxy.
Rebellion has begun to surge among the populace, leading to brief skirmishes and merciless slaughters. Through it all the Emperor's right hand, Lord Vader was at the forefront. The descruction of Allderan was a blow to the Rebellion's cause, blamed upon their evil machinations, though slowly the truth has begun filtering through systems, sparking a new run of anger.
And through it all, people lived. So it was aboard the "Errant Knight". A decades old transport flitting about the galaxy. The crew a band of misfits brought together for their talents with the promise of pay, and yet with each passing year new taxes from the empire made honest business less practical for such a vessel, Things tending towards massive haulers than to small privately owned ships.
And so dishonest work was the way things worked these days, Small time capers for crime lords and public citizens, smuggling what they could, robbing where they needed to, doing their best to ride the edge between good and evil....
RUIN! Emerging from the clone wars, the Old Republic has been reborn as the Galactic Empire. Under the rulership of Emperor Palpatine, the empire has begun cracking down on dissidents that allowed the clone wars to come to pass, standardizing its millitary and wiping the Jedi from the face of the galaxy.
Rebellion has begun to surge among the populace, leading to brief skirmishes and merciless slaughters. Through it all the Emperor's right hand, Lord Vader was at the forefront. The descruction of Allderan was a blow to the Rebellion's cause, blamed upon their evil machinations, though slowly the truth has begun filtering through systems, sparking a new run of anger.
And through it all, people lived. So it was aboard the "Errant Knight". A decades old transport flitting about the galaxy. The crew a band of misfits brought together for their talents with the promise of pay, and yet with each passing year new taxes from the empire made honest business less practical for such a vessel, Things tending towards massive haulers than to small privately owned ships.
And so dishonest work was the way things worked these days, Small time capers for crime lords and public citizens, smuggling what they could, robbing where they needed to, doing their best to ride the edge between good and evil....
The Errant Knight, inbound on the Correlian sector of the Hutt world, Nar Shaddaa.
"I just don't see why you have to get work from the Hutts. I understand reputable business is hard to find, but it will be harder still if you get the black mark of Hutt smuggler on your resume." It was the sort of arguement the crew was used to hearing as captain and passenger made their rounds of the ship.
Liam was the oldest resident of the ship save the captain and first mate, signing on for passage mere weeks after they first went airborne, A bit of an oddball, he seemed mostly well liked, quite handsome for an older man, easily in his late thirties if not older, his hair a deep shoulder length red tied back behind him, his clothing tending towards the loose fitting, wide tunics, volumnous pants and the like, mostly dull gray.
His arguements were put up with on the grounds of seniority, and the fact that his contributions by way of fare had kept the ship in the air more than once when, lacking jobs they'd have run dry on fuel or cargo. That is not to say that they were accepted, and even as they strolled through the engine room, their arguement could be heard over vast area's of the ship.
The crew knew where they were settling down, The smugglers moon, and most, now all from the yelling, knew that they would be dealing with the Hutts, a practice that rarely meant good for the crew of such a small frieghter.
((Forgive the rather slow introduction. Was supposed to be in bed an hour ago ^_^;
More will be forthcoming tomorrow morning, in the mean time, interact how you see fit, if you're a passenger you can choose to already be aboard, or to join up on Nar Shaddaa. Huzzah!))
