Poor and in need of Friends for a guarenteed suicide mission

[tyuiopguyt]

"Hello, my name is Ster Oillian and I need some help on a suicide mission to get something important, anybody will do you just need to be good at something!!" He yelled on to the streets of Corellia. "I'm looking for a pilot and anyone else to get me to and go with me to Essowyn." All he got were disinterested glances from passing commuters, so he went back and sat down in the alley.

 

[Steel]

Sitting in a seedy, yet busy, cantina and trying to drink away the pounding headache he had drunk himself into the night before was Grayson Creed. The man sat at the bar with his head resting on the table as he tried, and failed, to remember the night before. It was a difficult task that Creed eventually gave up on, deciding that as long as he had all four limbs and a couple other important body parts, the exact particulars of last night's escapades did not really matter.

Creed really should try get to bed earlier the night before a big heist. Not only was his focus off, but he had slept in as well. Now he did not even have time to complete the job he had been preparing for during the past week. Thus Creed was spending the day at a local cantina watching as a Kushari and a human talked in a nearby stall.

Then a jumpy looking dude carrying a loaf of bread rushed into the cantina, the newcomer looked like a deer in the headlights for a few seconds before rushing into the fresher. Odd. The bread carrying man was soon followed by a couple Corellian policemen, which explained quite a bit actually.

Grayson would have loved to stay and enjoy the show, but since he was a criminal in his own right, Creed figured it would be best if he slipped out before the cops got a good look at his face. Creed was not the only one, and it seemed as though everyone in the cantina, save for the previously mentioned Kushari and human, left as soon as the authorities arrived.

Now on the street, Grayson determined that it was not too late to get some action today. He walked a few blocks until he was standing in front of a small convenience store. Creed pulled his mask over his his head and removed the machine pistol from his belt. After taking a few seconds to wrap adhesive tape around his hand and the pistol, Grayson was ready.

It was a simple robbery. Go in, shoot in the air and yell a bit, then point the gun at the cashier and say please. In a few short minutes Creed had a bag full of credits and was out the door.

Yet things were never easy. Pretty soon a couple policemen were on Grayson's tail, forcing the criminal to make a hasty getaway. As Creed was running through the streets to escape, he noticed someone shouting something about a suicide mission to Essowyn before sitting down in a nearby alley.

By chance, Grayson needed to use that alley as well. Creed ducked in after Ster, pausing for a second during Creed's escape to speak into his comlink.

"Hey, I'm hot. Meet me at the outskirts of the city, area code Delta-Bravo-One-Niner-Niner".

A series of beeps and whistles sounded off in response. Grayson looked up at the other man in the alley.

"Essowyn eh?"

Creed brought his lips back to the comlink.

"I'm bringing a friend too".

This was followed by another sequence of beeps and whistles, prompting Grayson to reply, "No, it's no-"

He was cut off as one of the cops aimed a flurry of blasterfire abover Grayson's head. Creed ducked and sent a hail of lead from his own weapon, causing the police to dive for cover.

"No, it's not another Twi'lek. It's a man, but we're still keeping our hopes up".

With that, Grayson looked at Ster.

"You want a ride? You got one. Now follow me. Hurry".

Creed exited the alley, returning fire at the police as he did so. Then he turned around and ran for the location he had designated to his 'partner' on the other end of the comlink.

 

[Flashgordon512]

Nova was hobbling down the dark city streets of Coreillia with a bottle of some cheap booze and a new found sense of happiness that only being wasted can give you. As she drunkenly stumbled she came across some man barking about a pilot and some sort of mission. Those where the only two words she needed to hear.

"Hey buddy." she said drunkenly as she put her arm around the man. "I heard you where looken for a pilot."

This might be her ticket to some quickly earned credits.

 

[tyuiopguyt]

"Hey buddy? Are you drunk? I can't have a drunk pilot, sorry."