Rebel For Hire
Well.... There was more than one way to spend the weekend, as he had always said... But spending it inside a cramped cell in a dingy, moldy, barely space worthy bulk freighter crewed by thugs he wasn't certain could all read, nor that those who could read could do so at a level to adequately understand the ship's controls and modules. Regardless, Kaelen had heard they were hassling someone he had been courting to provide intel to the Rebellion, and in the true fashion of his bloodline he had charged in headfirst with weapons drawn.
All in all a good accounting for himself, considering... Four of them no longer drew breath... And, if he knew the anatomy of the one spider-faced thug as well as he guessed he did, the other would not be producing offspring ever again. That had been spite after said thug clocked him in the back of the knee with a bit of pipe. It still made Kaelen smile to replay the soprano squeal the thing had made as it collapsed and fell over whimpering and gurgling.
But now he was locked up. In the pokey, as it were. And Force, but if he hadn't gone and done it. Once the leader and his picked men had shown up, Kaelen was captured, disarmed, and threw into this cell like a misbehaving child. Didn't help the one brute had some sort of armor that seemed to shrug off even his custom pistol.
So to pass the time, Kaelen sat cross legged, singing Corellian drinking songs as loud and purposefully out of tune as he could, and even making up a few himself. If he couldn't escape, and he had tried, he'd exact vengeance through annoyance. Someone had once told him that came honest to his bloodline.
Jax Thio
All in all a good accounting for himself, considering... Four of them no longer drew breath... And, if he knew the anatomy of the one spider-faced thug as well as he guessed he did, the other would not be producing offspring ever again. That had been spite after said thug clocked him in the back of the knee with a bit of pipe. It still made Kaelen smile to replay the soprano squeal the thing had made as it collapsed and fell over whimpering and gurgling.
But now he was locked up. In the pokey, as it were. And Force, but if he hadn't gone and done it. Once the leader and his picked men had shown up, Kaelen was captured, disarmed, and threw into this cell like a misbehaving child. Didn't help the one brute had some sort of armor that seemed to shrug off even his custom pistol.
So to pass the time, Kaelen sat cross legged, singing Corellian drinking songs as loud and purposefully out of tune as he could, and even making up a few himself. If he couldn't escape, and he had tried, he'd exact vengeance through annoyance. Someone had once told him that came honest to his bloodline.
Jax Thio