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Tatooine is one of many desert worlds in the galaxy. What makes it unique is its history, constant teaming of life, and the ability to surprise even the most experienced of star-travelers. It's almost as if the planet is alive. Perhaps that was why Elzie and Chassmyne were so drawn to it after ten years of coping and adjusting to the new galactic empire that was established after the groping and devastating destruction of Coruscant. Elzie himself had been to the world many times before to study the depth of force power flowing like a river from the planet, but he had never been back with his sister in tow.
"What are you hoping to find, Elzie?" Chassmyne asked as she sat in the co-pilots seat next to his. They simply sat there and stared at the planet. Elzie seemed to be stuck in his own thoughts.
"I'm trying to find the reason I keep having dreams of this damned world," Elzie spat back. She couldn't blame his anger, though. His dreams and nightmares have been plaguing him so much, he was lucky to be able to fly a ship around a mountain. Chassmyne stood and made her way out of the cockpit and into the lounge-area where their passengers sat comfortably. One of the many ways they acquired credits was through a legitimate taxi service, shuffling passengers all over the galaxy so that they could keep food in their stomachs and fuel in their tanks.
"Attention, passengers; we're arriving at our destination. We're facing technical difficulties at the moment, but we'll be underway shortly," she announced, ignoring the moans, complains, and groans coming from the impatient citizens who had been waiting days to get off the ship. Over and over they would run into pirates, debris, and other sorts of space problems that prolonged their journey until they could fix the damages done.
They couldn't be blamed for not running from the pirates, even though they had passengers aboard, either. In the lower part of the ship, locked and encoded with several safety precautions and a set of passwords only the siblings know so that nosy passengers wouldn't be able to get in, were cases of illegal alcoholic beverages that are sold on the black market, as well as several illegal drugs that could get them thrown into a slam and their ship impounded.
That's right; behind the scenes, they were smugglers. And damned good ones too. With their potent abilities in the force, their skills in combat, and their keen intellect, they smuggled anything they could get a wealthy sum for. It made their faces famous, even to those who people generally tried to avoid or hide from. It was their cover-up from the law, taking on passengers and travelers. Not to mention the unique design of their ship(s).
Chassmyne made her way back to the cockpit and resumed her seat beside her brother, studying his face for any inclination to what he was thinking.
"I sincerely hope this trip was worth it. You know the Hutts control this world and know about any imports or exports coming and going. You know for a fact-
"That they'll know about our cargo and our passengers. I know. We owe nothing to the Hutts. We're our own employers. Trust me; they won't bother us unless they know about the drugs we're bringing. And even then..." elzie interrupted, keeping his gaze locked on the desert world. Without a second to lose, he flipped the ignition switches, punched in the docking codes to send down to the flight towers in Mos Eisley, in pushed forward on the throttle. He was ready to get this job over with and find out why he was being drawn back to the desert... Back to the Hell he trained in for so long...
"What are you hoping to find, Elzie?" Chassmyne asked as she sat in the co-pilots seat next to his. They simply sat there and stared at the planet. Elzie seemed to be stuck in his own thoughts.
"I'm trying to find the reason I keep having dreams of this damned world," Elzie spat back. She couldn't blame his anger, though. His dreams and nightmares have been plaguing him so much, he was lucky to be able to fly a ship around a mountain. Chassmyne stood and made her way out of the cockpit and into the lounge-area where their passengers sat comfortably. One of the many ways they acquired credits was through a legitimate taxi service, shuffling passengers all over the galaxy so that they could keep food in their stomachs and fuel in their tanks.
"Attention, passengers; we're arriving at our destination. We're facing technical difficulties at the moment, but we'll be underway shortly," she announced, ignoring the moans, complains, and groans coming from the impatient citizens who had been waiting days to get off the ship. Over and over they would run into pirates, debris, and other sorts of space problems that prolonged their journey until they could fix the damages done.
They couldn't be blamed for not running from the pirates, even though they had passengers aboard, either. In the lower part of the ship, locked and encoded with several safety precautions and a set of passwords only the siblings know so that nosy passengers wouldn't be able to get in, were cases of illegal alcoholic beverages that are sold on the black market, as well as several illegal drugs that could get them thrown into a slam and their ship impounded.
That's right; behind the scenes, they were smugglers. And damned good ones too. With their potent abilities in the force, their skills in combat, and their keen intellect, they smuggled anything they could get a wealthy sum for. It made their faces famous, even to those who people generally tried to avoid or hide from. It was their cover-up from the law, taking on passengers and travelers. Not to mention the unique design of their ship(s).
Chassmyne made her way back to the cockpit and resumed her seat beside her brother, studying his face for any inclination to what he was thinking.
"I sincerely hope this trip was worth it. You know the Hutts control this world and know about any imports or exports coming and going. You know for a fact-
"That they'll know about our cargo and our passengers. I know. We owe nothing to the Hutts. We're our own employers. Trust me; they won't bother us unless they know about the drugs we're bringing. And even then..." elzie interrupted, keeping his gaze locked on the desert world. Without a second to lose, he flipped the ignition switches, punched in the docking codes to send down to the flight towers in Mos Eisley, in pushed forward on the throttle. He was ready to get this job over with and find out why he was being drawn back to the desert... Back to the Hell he trained in for so long...
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