Private New Ship, New Problems

[Jonter Dalton]

Location: Ord Mantell

They say a person didn't make it in life until they've owned a piece of property.

Jonter stood in front of his newly purchased smuggling freighter his face filled with pride and joy. Jonter wasn't the type to get too sentimental yet today, Jonter couldn't resist a genuine smile on his face his brown eyes continuing to gaze at his ship as if it were a newborn babe. The freighter wasn't a glamorous ship compared to a YT class. In fact, the ship Jonter bought wasn't even brand new, it was a 20-year-old ship that was closer to a piece of junk The hull had had cracks starting to form and there the main deck had seen better days. But it belonged to Jonter and that's all that mattered. Years of saving up, to replace that hunk of junk that he was riding for years.

Just then, a woman around Willis' age bumped into him shaking him out from his thoughts. "Ummm may I know who you are?" Jonter asked. "And why you're looking so..... harried and harassed?"

Lyra Vayne

 

[Lyra Vayne]

Objective: Lose the thugs
Location: Ord Mantell spaceport
Equipment: Gringy Thief Outfit
Tags:

Why oh why did I take a job on Ord Mantell? Oh that's right, when Thazz wears a sleeveless tight shirt the words he speaks don't process and I end up in trouble. I am going to miss Thazz, but hopefully it will be a while before I find myself under the influence of someone so stupid.

The job was "so easy". Like the ones I have pulled on Coruscant so many times. But the targets on Coruscant were ignorant of practical security. They always thought fancy and expensive equipment would keep me out. Thazz might have mentioned the current target was a criminal, I probably spaced on that. I really doubt he informed me the client was going to have representation on the job though. As if I couldn't be trusted. That never works out. Thazz feeds me intel and I go in alone. Anything else and things turn to chit.

Which is exactly what happened. Now Thazz has paid for his greed in the most extreme way and I may be next if I can't get rid of these thugs. Lucky for me shooting up the spaceport doesn't seem like something they are willing to do. Unluckily for me I have no ride off this festering rock.

As I was rushing to escape the thugs hired to make sure the job got done I looked over my shoulder to see how much space she had put between her and them. It was then that my shoulder connected with a man admiring a ship. I would say that the ship wasn't much to admire, but who was I to talk? I had credits because my family has always had credits. Even as a thief I couldn't afford anything on my own. But enough of that, the man was talking to me. Ly…Names aren't important right now," I responded hurriedly. "Harried and harassed. Yeah that's me two sleemos are right behind me. Strapping good looking guy like you can surely scare them off."

 

[Jonter Dalton]

“Huh?!” Jonter look at the woman who ran into him. She flirted with him and Jonters heart started to flutter a bit. Why did he get a feeling that she was nothing but bad news? She was wearing what appeared to be a brown jumpsuit with black boots. Yet, the woman doesn’t seem to like to fully zip her suit judging on how it was unzipped down past her navel revealing her black bikini and cleavage.

“Wait!” Jonter said. “First, I need to know who you are and why are you?”

“There she is!” Two large guards: one a Weekquay and the other a human rushed towards the woman their blaster rifles rising up. “Get back here!” The man said. “Or I’ll melt your face!”

“Out of the way!” The weekquay growled at Jonter. “Or you’ll join her!”

“Hey guys!” Jonter said. “Cant we talk this over?!”

Lyra Vayne

 

[Lyra Vayne]

Objective: Lose the thugs
Location: Ord Mantell spaceport
Equipment: Gringy Thief Outfit
Tags: Jonter Dalton

If the flattery hadn't gotten his attention one look at my outfit certainly did the trick. Of course it wasn't often that my chosen attire didn't garner the focus of anyone who enjoyed the sight of a human female. That's why almost everything clings to my curves. That's why this jumpsuit I am wearing now is too tight to even close the zipper over my chest. They really enjoy that.

He insisted on knowing who I was still. Though I am quite confident that continued flirtation and teasing would have gotten his aid without revealing anything of my identity, aliases existed for just this reason. "You can call me May for now. I'll get yours after they're gone."

Why was more complicated than who. But before I could even broach that subject the thugs caught up to me. They demanded I come with them and threaten the nice pilot. Hopefully he will take the urgency of the situation now. "I promise I will explain things once these guys are off my back. They aren't the type for talk…Too stupid. I gave a smile to the thugs and moved as close as I could to my new found friend. The blaster I had picked up while fleeing the sleemos was held at the base of my spine and set to stun. My new friend would have to take out at least one of the thugs before I would use it. My prowess in violence is not that great after all.

 

[Jonter Dalton]

May? Now this woman was just messing with Jonter, he did not appreciate her just coming around naval exposed trying to get him to do her dirty work and the worst part was, it was working. No way in hell that Jonter would allow these men to come anywhere near his baby. Not the scantily clad woman who was cowering behind him but rather his ship. The one that he worked his ass off to earn. Jonter sold his old ship just to get over the hump to afford the price of this used frieghter and damn it he's not going to let anyone lay a hand on it.

"Out of the way!" The Wequay barked. "She stole something from Elcor the Hutt and he wants to take care of her personally!"

"Starting with taking her hands away!" The human added pointing his rifle towards May. "No one steals from Elcor and gets away with it!"

Jonter doesn't know who this Elcor was but all he cared about was getting out of here. "That's nice guys!" He said. "But can we settle this away from my ship!"

"You're stalling for time!" The man yelled. "Kill him and bring the girl alive!"

"Oh frack me!" Jonter drew his Blaster Pistol out shooting the man in the chest. He went down with a cry before the weequay opened fire with his Blaster cannon.

"Get down!" Jonter yelled grabbing May's hand and headed for a crater. "Oh man!" Jonter moaned. "Why am I in these kinds of perdicatments?!"

Lyra Vayne