Setting: Afternoon on a space station in the Hoth system.
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"No... no.... I said no!"
The astromech kept beeping insistently, until out of desperation it began bumping into Alyosha's knees, sliding back and forth along its tracks.
"Ow! Stop that!" He swatted at the droid, maneuvering in his chair to get his legs out of the way. "Forget it. I hate droids."
The droid went on trying to convince him it was worthwhile, while Alyosha did his best to ignore it. His eyes scanned the crowds of travelers meandering through the area, looking for the next would-be candidate.
A series of strange events had led to his current situation. His shuttle, the Greylancer, had been badly damaged during a firefight on Bespin, and the cost to fix it had been more than the damned thing was worth. He made the decision to sell it for scrap, then in his misery got drunk. One thing led to another, and at some point he found himself at the gambling table, where in a stroke of luck he won an old freighter named Harlock. He quickly sobered up and realized that his skills as a pilot were far too limited for her when he was forced to stop at the closest station, unable to go any further without risking certain death.
So earlier that morning, he'd begrudgingly set up an ad on the Holonet (using yet another assumed name, 'Shep Karrde') for a pilot. A surprising amount of contenders had already answered the ad. They came from a variety of backgrounds, most of them shady. Cocky Mandalorians cradling their blasters in their laps like mothers with infants, docile spacers who shrank back and turned around to leave as soon as they saw how rough he looked, and a variety of thuggish humans and aliens who wanted to talk about the pay before anything else.
The astromech had showed up around noon and started rattling off its many functions. He knew enough binary to understand that it was listing many useful tricks and abilities, but he hated the idea of bringing a droid onto his ship so much, he wasn't willing to even consider it an option.
Alyosha sighed. Even if he did find someone agreeable who was willing to fly his ship, he doubted they'd stick around for long once they realized how dangerous his life had become. Absently he fingered a carton of cigs in his pocket, resisting the urge to smoke. He was beginning to feel slightly nauseous.
The droid's servos whirred, and it twittered a question at him - something like are you even listening?
"No, I'm not," he snapped. "For the last time, I'm not hiring droids. Now beat it."
This thread is open to everyone and has no set storyline beyond the basic premise. You can answer Alyosha's ad, mess around, make small talk, cause problems, etc. Alyosha also currently has a bounty on his head (wanted alive), so if you want to try and capture him, you're welcome to do that too. Let's go!
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