...and Ezra needed it now. He was desperate to earn credits from any corner of Nar Shaddaa in order to pay off the debts that he currently owes to a cartel that he had been smuggling goods for some time. The cartel ring he was working for paid good money to the jobs and missions that they gave in comparison to the local cartels that lived close to where he lived. The symbiotic relationship between a smuggler and a crime lord was very mutual until the employee, being the smuggler, screwed up and lost the prized items that were meant to be turned into profits because of security inspecting his vessel which caused him to dump all the goods in space to avoid being arrested. Either be thrown in jail and not bring any bacon, or dump the merchandise and try to pay back the crime lord for his losses.
Who wouldn't pick the latter?
But the debts that he owed were due today and he didn't even have half of the money to pay off his debt. Ezra tried to avoid stealing money from other people, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
Running with adrenaline pumping in his veins he headed towards the market district. Everyone needed to eat in order to survive and sometimes needed some furniture to make their living space alike to the luxurious life of those living in Republic and Techno Union territrory, and here was a great place to start accumulating stolen credits from entrepreneurs. He could go to the local cantina and rob from the bartender, but he would surely be greeted back with blaster aiming at his chest. Here would be little retaliation from the vendors selling all kinds of merchandise to their customers. All he needed were a few thousand credits and he be off his employer's radar.
[member=Josiah Denko]
Who wouldn't pick the latter?
But the debts that he owed were due today and he didn't even have half of the money to pay off his debt. Ezra tried to avoid stealing money from other people, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
Running with adrenaline pumping in his veins he headed towards the market district. Everyone needed to eat in order to survive and sometimes needed some furniture to make their living space alike to the luxurious life of those living in Republic and Techno Union territrory, and here was a great place to start accumulating stolen credits from entrepreneurs. He could go to the local cantina and rob from the bartender, but he would surely be greeted back with blaster aiming at his chest. Here would be little retaliation from the vendors selling all kinds of merchandise to their customers. All he needed were a few thousand credits and he be off his employer's radar.
[member=Josiah Denko]