Sebby
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It had only been about a year since Nolan had left Coruscant and began his search for riches out in the galaxy on his own. The only issue was...where was he going to find it? If Nolan had to be honest with himself, he really didn't know which planets would have this "treasure" and all he was doing was aimlessly looking around and stopping to pick up supplies or do repairs on his ship. He was having a hard time finding anything of more value than what he would have found on Coruscant. This whole journey was beginning to feel a little pointless. Eventually, Nolan found himself in Hutt Space on Nar Shaddaa.
Earlier in the evening, Nolan had spotted something shiny hanging from a man's belt. Not really paying attention to what it was, he swiped it and ran, the man chasing Nolan for a good while before Nolan lost him. Unfortunately for the thief, he was concentrating more on running very fast instead of where he was going, having run right into the wall of a building as he turned to see if his victim was still following him. Nolan was only knocked out for a couple of seconds, but his head was killing him. With shiny object in hand, he made his way to the nearest cantina, taking a seat at a secluded table in the corner to look over what he had taken.
"A flask..." He muttered to himself with a sigh, turning the flask in his hand a bit. Sure, it was a shiny silver, but even the material didn't look remotely valuable. "Seriously?" He sat there with a frown, bringing a hand up to rub his head. All that trouble for a worthless flask. Was Nolan really getting so desperate to find anything that he stopped caring what he got? He should have known from the get-go that this wouldn't be worth it. He needed to leave this moon and find a place more promising.
Earlier in the evening, Nolan had spotted something shiny hanging from a man's belt. Not really paying attention to what it was, he swiped it and ran, the man chasing Nolan for a good while before Nolan lost him. Unfortunately for the thief, he was concentrating more on running very fast instead of where he was going, having run right into the wall of a building as he turned to see if his victim was still following him. Nolan was only knocked out for a couple of seconds, but his head was killing him. With shiny object in hand, he made his way to the nearest cantina, taking a seat at a secluded table in the corner to look over what he had taken.
"A flask..." He muttered to himself with a sigh, turning the flask in his hand a bit. Sure, it was a shiny silver, but even the material didn't look remotely valuable. "Seriously?" He sat there with a frown, bringing a hand up to rub his head. All that trouble for a worthless flask. Was Nolan really getting so desperate to find anything that he stopped caring what he got? He should have known from the get-go that this wouldn't be worth it. He needed to leave this moon and find a place more promising.