Dear Diary...today I screwed up.

[Nej Tane]

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"How much smuggler-y and more criminal could I possibly get?"​

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Was the first thought of one, Nej Tane's mind. He was in a Hutt smuggling ship, with a few other crew members that he had just met about fifteen minutes before take off. Not that it mattered, he would fly with them, they'd all read a book, doodle, play card games for a bit, land, collect their pay, and move along with their generally scummy lives. Not a bad way to live, not having to know people, get to know people, deal with people, corporate sexual harassment nonsense, none of that. Just people who were as generally liars, cheaters, degenerates, ne'er-do-wells like himself. They were about six hours into their journey, and not much conversation had been had. Nej had been kind enough to purchase McYodas for everyone before the trip, and had just heated up the meals. He blinked several times, bringing himself over to the intercom near the gathering area. It was a small ship, but it had a crew space to eat and plan.

"Dinner's on, come and get it or come and lose it."


He spoke bluntly, finding a seat at the long, picnic-like steel table. He began to chew at his mixed bowl of food. He preferred to mash all of his food together, and eat quickly when he was around strangers. It wasn't bad, a collection of meat, rice, and other vegetables that collected together to form a rather unhealthy bowl of food. Not that Nej was even remotely close to getting fat. He blinked several times, before sighing, placing a forkful of food into his mouth, mindlessly chewing at it. All he had to do, was hope that the other crew members weren't hungry and he'd walk off with two servings of food. But, never deny a scoundrel their food without offering it to them first, right?

@Robb Killian @Brevitæ @Kairon Rees

 

[Beowoof]

The crazy Twi'lek could binge on McYodas. Really, she could binge on just about anything. Not that anyone would desire for her to do that...

While she never spoke, she heard just about everything, whether anyone wanted her to or not. Who knew all the secrets she was privy to? Who cared right now? The mysterious one perked at the dinner call and skidded into the common area, lofting herself onto the bench seat and sliding across to the far end due to her momentum. Delighted to find her meal nice and hot, she beamed at the rustbucket's captain through her strangely discolored eyes.

Ripping through the pack, she revealed her 'prize' and chomped on a bite. The peculiar woman quickly swallowed and pulled out a pen, with which she wrote a concise message on the palm of her hand. Turning her wrist, she showed her messsage of gratitude to Captain Tane. Yay!

[member="Nej Tane"] [member="Robb Killian"] [member="Kairon Rees"]

 

[Nej Tane]

[member="Brevitæ"] was an interesting Twi'lek. Nej wasn't familiar with Twi'leks as a whole, but this one seemed...off. He thought of her as simply quiet, but now he thought of her as...well, insane. He blinked several times, before leaning back and gently chewing his food. He smiled, but didn't say anything for a while, picking at his food. He looked up at her after a while, swallowing. He adjusted the bandolier around his chest, and the shoulder holster in which he carried a slug-thrower. Clearly, this man was not a fan of those who would try and stop him. Slug throwers were typically reserved for the more savage and cruel of men, and Nej was no exception.


"Do you uh...talk much?"

 

[Robb Killian]

The rushing air snapped at Robb's face, grinning wildly as he raced his swoop to the front of the pack. The finish line was in sight, and the win was his for the taking. He looked back at the rest of the gang as they vied to pass him. But there would be no come backs, not this time. This time, the win would be Robb's, This time, he would claim the champion's title and the prizes that came with it. He was a member of the Blood Stripes, the toughest gang in the Corellian Sector, and by the force he would be the best of them.

The flashing lights, the race, and his fellows all long dead, all began to fade as Robb's swoop came within mere meters of the finish line. Wait a sec...

The cheering crowd and the roar of engines was replaced by a dull hum as a faint light filled Robb's mind with clarity. The announcer's voice filled his ears just before Robb crossed the line.


"Dinner's on, come and get it or come and lose it."


"Huh? Wha?" Robb snapped forward in his seat as the intercom woke him from his nap. He leaned further forward and placed his head in his hands, blinking and rubbing the sleep away from his eyes. "A dream...just a dream..." Robb shook his head and stood, Guess you never finish the best dreams.

Robb did his best to ignore the hum of the ship's engines as he made his way down the corridor and into the common room, where he found two of the ship's motley crew in the midst of an apparently one-sided conversation. The man, sitting with his back to Robb, was speaking while the woman stuffed her face with apparent glee.

"Do you uh...talk much?"

Robb felt no need to interrupt the pair and opted to lean against the wall just next to the doorway and listen in.

[member="Nej Tane"] [member="Brevitæ"] [member="Kairon Rees"]

 

[Beowoof]

The lethan looked up, momentarily distracted from her host's inquiry, to see the other guy enter the room. She waved at him, winking once with each eye. He seemed a little too friendly. He might want to back off just a touch.

Returning her attention to [member="Nej Tane"], the silent one endeavored to answer his question. It was very hard, shaking one's head. But she did, and very energetically, whipping her lekku about with each twist of her neck. Then, setting her McYoda down on the table, she took her pen and wrote on the wrapper, Have you ever had a lobotomy?

Grinning, the red twi'lek resumed eating, peeling off the bread of her McYoda now and eating them separately from the bulk of the item. These two guys were really strange, but Brevitæ was sure they would calm down soon.

[member="Nej Tane"] [member="Robb Killian"] [member="Kairon Rees"]