Thieving Is Fun

[Brett Amell]

The prince of thievery sat upon a building looking for his next target. Coruscant, filled with rich and poor high and low class citizens. Brett looked to a crowd below and noticed many of them wore only the finest quality cloths. Brett jumped down into a dark alley, the shadows looming over his face. He No ulled on his mask and ran out with his knife. He went behind a woman and cut her coin purse off her belt. She noticed and began screaming thief. Brett ran off into the alley and climed up the. "Work always pays off.

Brett then began counting credits. "Bout 200 credits....not bad...but you need more...." he said to himself.

[member="Eziekel"]

 

[Eziekel]

Eziekel was finding it hard, living by himself in the cold, hard, sometimes brutal galaxy. The only credits he got were those he got for smuggling and mercenary work... and thieving. Eziekel was poised in a dark alleyway, looking at the street full of high-class rich citizens. Eziekel hated them, they had no idea what the galaxy was like, they had known nothing but their pampered existences.

Eziekel snuck to the edge of the alleyway closest to the street, then grabbed an unsuspecting woman walking down the street. He put his hand over her mouth and pointed his blaster at her temple, "Scream and your dead" he whispered menacingly into her ear. He slowly removed her coin purse then released his grip across her mouth. She then screamed in her loudest voice, Eziekel shot her in the leg with his blaster, and left her to bleed out.

Then he began running, running away. He counted the credits in the coin purse 10, 15, 20, 25, 30... 50 credits, it was enough to buy himself a decent meal. Then suddenly he ran into another man. "Kark" he cursed as he tripped and fell. He brushed himself off as he stood up then said "Watch were you are, mate, because one day something like that will happen again and the guy will kick your ass."
@Brett Amell