Holden Tark
Indy!
Another day, another job. Holden was always moving around, never staying any one place for a considerable amount of time. Too often he found himself picking up about the time he started to get attached to a place, or a someone, especially a someone. For whatever reason he liked to stay close to himself. Blame that on his several failed attempts to keep a crew around him. The Corellian had managed to get a crew together a few times only to see them fall apart. Usually that was fine because his main partner was always there, but that was no longer the case. Holden was alone, and he was beginning to like it that way, or so he tried convincing himself.
Work kept him buys, and on the move. His ship was needing to be replaced, and this next job would get him the credits he needed. Some rich aristocrat type had contacted him about recovering a family heirloom. The man's sell job on the job offer was pretty weak until the guy actually made Holden realize this heirloom was quite the rare artifact, and would not be a simple find. Where some people would hear the gemstone bracelet was simply that, the fact it had been passed to each generation for the past two millennia had Holden intrigued. It should have had him concerned two, as in why was it missing.
Holden rarely concerned himself with those kinds of questions. These jobs always paid a lot, and the repairs on his ship just warranted a replacement. In fact, Holden was elbow deep in grease trying to get the coolant system to work right so he could take off and get the stupid job started. Wait the job wasn't stupid, just the situation.
The Corellian let out a long sigh as the panel was finally closed up. Reaching to the left, Holden grabbed a grease rag and wiped his hands and arms. Once Holden had the ship on autopilot and in hyperspace, he could get a shower to clean the grime off, but until then, he was going to have to put up with it.
"And this is why I really should not be working alone," he said to no one in particular. Holden was just tired of the silence. "Holden Tark you are a stubborn old nerf herder. If you would just let people like you, you'd have a mechanic, your cyborg friend may still be around, and certainly you might even have a companion of two..."
Who was he kidding. Tark was about as likable as bantha fur on hot afternoon day on Tatooine. Work, work, work was all Holden thought about, and honestly, his work usually meant someone was going to shoot at him. When he wasn't stealing some priceless artifact to get it into the rightful hands, he was salvaging things which others seemed to want also. He really needed to change things up, but Holden wouldn't have it any other way. Tark loved rescuing history, and he loved the chase, even if it was him being chased.
The ship was repaired, and engines fired up. Holden ran them for a bit to make sure the coolant leak was truly gone, and when he was satisfied he closed the boarding ramp and lifted off. Fingers gingerly tugged on the control yoke, and in moments the smuggler's moon of Nar Shaddaa was a distant memory. It was off to Atrisia to meet with his newest benefactor to get the images he needed on the item he was supposed to retrieve. First thing was first though. Holden made the jump, engaged the autopilot, and bound down the corridor to his quarters where he was going to take a long shower.
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Work kept him buys, and on the move. His ship was needing to be replaced, and this next job would get him the credits he needed. Some rich aristocrat type had contacted him about recovering a family heirloom. The man's sell job on the job offer was pretty weak until the guy actually made Holden realize this heirloom was quite the rare artifact, and would not be a simple find. Where some people would hear the gemstone bracelet was simply that, the fact it had been passed to each generation for the past two millennia had Holden intrigued. It should have had him concerned two, as in why was it missing.
Holden rarely concerned himself with those kinds of questions. These jobs always paid a lot, and the repairs on his ship just warranted a replacement. In fact, Holden was elbow deep in grease trying to get the coolant system to work right so he could take off and get the stupid job started. Wait the job wasn't stupid, just the situation.
The Corellian let out a long sigh as the panel was finally closed up. Reaching to the left, Holden grabbed a grease rag and wiped his hands and arms. Once Holden had the ship on autopilot and in hyperspace, he could get a shower to clean the grime off, but until then, he was going to have to put up with it.
"And this is why I really should not be working alone," he said to no one in particular. Holden was just tired of the silence. "Holden Tark you are a stubborn old nerf herder. If you would just let people like you, you'd have a mechanic, your cyborg friend may still be around, and certainly you might even have a companion of two..."
Who was he kidding. Tark was about as likable as bantha fur on hot afternoon day on Tatooine. Work, work, work was all Holden thought about, and honestly, his work usually meant someone was going to shoot at him. When he wasn't stealing some priceless artifact to get it into the rightful hands, he was salvaging things which others seemed to want also. He really needed to change things up, but Holden wouldn't have it any other way. Tark loved rescuing history, and he loved the chase, even if it was him being chased.
The ship was repaired, and engines fired up. Holden ran them for a bit to make sure the coolant leak was truly gone, and when he was satisfied he closed the boarding ramp and lifted off. Fingers gingerly tugged on the control yoke, and in moments the smuggler's moon of Nar Shaddaa was a distant memory. It was off to Atrisia to meet with his newest benefactor to get the images he needed on the item he was supposed to retrieve. First thing was first though. Holden made the jump, engaged the autopilot, and bound down the corridor to his quarters where he was going to take a long shower.
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