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Larceny expert Grayson Creed touched down on the world of busy commerce world of Eriadu. Deciding to leave his weapons, explosives, and other equipment on the ship, Creed walked down his ship's exit ramp with nothing but a fistful of credits. He was home.
Grayson hated returning to Eriadu, the place he had been born and raised. Here on Eriadu, there were many that knew his face. The intergalactic criminal did not want people to know his face. If someone reconized Grayson, there stood the chance of him being turned in to the authorities, or worse, being taken to his maggot-eating selfish father.
Yet as much as Creed hated his father, Dad' company had come up with something cool. Something that Grayson wanted, something he could use. SteelCorp had recently started selling the Q9-180 Hoverbike.
Grayson carefully approached one of his father's dealerships. A few minutes of observation revealed that none of the employees were people Grayson knew, so he went inside and placed his fistful of credits on the front desk. Smiling as he said, "This is enough for a shiny new hoverbike, I like black".
The person working the desk glanced up. Examining Grayson before carefully counting the credits. Grayson leaned against the desk and tapped his foot impatiently as he waited. Finally he attendent spoke up.
"Thank-you sir. Your hoverbike can be picked up out back. I hope you enjoy it. Wonderful beasts, those hoverbikes are".
Creed smiled. It was so easy to buy from SteelCorp because his father only cared about money. No registration or identification required, as asking for such things could turn away customers. The leader of the Rebellion could buy out the dealership without anyone blinking an eye.
As Grayson turned away to leave, the attendent's voice once again piped up. Kriff.
"Sir, would you like to take a course to learn how to safely operate your new vehicle? It is mandatory".
Grayson sighed. It was never easy. Of course his father would want to avoid any medical lawsuit. Creed nodded his consent and slowly made his way to the back of the dealership.
Grayson could not help but be impressed by the sight of his new hoverbike. It was a stunning piece of work. Grayson hopped aboard and looked around, who else had purchased a hoverbike and now needed to go through this safety course?
Grayson hated returning to Eriadu, the place he had been born and raised. Here on Eriadu, there were many that knew his face. The intergalactic criminal did not want people to know his face. If someone reconized Grayson, there stood the chance of him being turned in to the authorities, or worse, being taken to his maggot-eating selfish father.
Yet as much as Creed hated his father, Dad' company had come up with something cool. Something that Grayson wanted, something he could use. SteelCorp had recently started selling the Q9-180 Hoverbike.
Grayson carefully approached one of his father's dealerships. A few minutes of observation revealed that none of the employees were people Grayson knew, so he went inside and placed his fistful of credits on the front desk. Smiling as he said, "This is enough for a shiny new hoverbike, I like black".
The person working the desk glanced up. Examining Grayson before carefully counting the credits. Grayson leaned against the desk and tapped his foot impatiently as he waited. Finally he attendent spoke up.
"Thank-you sir. Your hoverbike can be picked up out back. I hope you enjoy it. Wonderful beasts, those hoverbikes are".
Creed smiled. It was so easy to buy from SteelCorp because his father only cared about money. No registration or identification required, as asking for such things could turn away customers. The leader of the Rebellion could buy out the dealership without anyone blinking an eye.
As Grayson turned away to leave, the attendent's voice once again piped up. Kriff.
"Sir, would you like to take a course to learn how to safely operate your new vehicle? It is mandatory".
Grayson sighed. It was never easy. Of course his father would want to avoid any medical lawsuit. Creed nodded his consent and slowly made his way to the back of the dealership.
Grayson could not help but be impressed by the sight of his new hoverbike. It was a stunning piece of work. Grayson hopped aboard and looked around, who else had purchased a hoverbike and now needed to go through this safety course?
