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Heavy boots trudged up the ramp of Crix's XS-100 Corellian light freighter. He closed and locked the door to the main hold, but anyone with his encryption would be able to get in. Luckily, for Crix the only person who might have it was Leah and he was pretty sure she'd loaded up on one of the larger transports a few hours ago. He couldn't get the pained expression that lingered just behind her smile out of his mind. Poor thing looked like she could use a drink.
Speaking of, his eyes landed on his wet bar and resolved to make himself a drink once he'd gotten the dirt and grease off him. Peetwo had abandoned him to run off with Susan. He knew the little guy would be back before they needed to go and Crix had forced the little droid to prep the ship for him more times than the smuggler could count. He fired up the ship's engines and stripped down to his boxers. He threw his dirty clothes into the overflowing hamper in his Captian's quarters and made a note to do laundry...
He started up the water in the refresher and cranked up the heat. He stepped into the shower and let the hot water run over him. His shoulder's and lower back ached and he knew he was going to be stiff for days, but good deeds were worth sore backs. It felt good to help out some people in their time of need, he just wished he'd of been able to help out a little more.
The scoundrel wondered when he'd see his friend again, he wasn't really sure how the whole rebellion thing worked, but he'd been given the coordinates that everyone else had so he guessed that was it. He ran his hands over his faces pushing his hair back. He turned off the water and toweled off. He stepped out of the refresher and immediately got goosebumps.
"Kark it's cold, in here!" He blurted into an empty ship. He quickly hurried to his room and dressed. He threw on a pair of navy trousers, a black tunic, and quickly slipped into his trusty leather jacket to fend off the sudden chill. Feeling refreshed, he decided to pour that drink. He still had some restocking to do and decided to fill a flask with Corellian Rye, so he could kill two birds with one stone. He took a hit and decided to get back to work. The smuggler ambled back down the loading ramp, tipping the flask back once more for good measure. Okay, he was a little bummed he'd missed Leah.
Crix hit the bottom of the ramp and wondered where in the world Peetw-- er, Peter was. He wasn't used to being totally isolated, Peetwo had been his partner for years and the thought of losing the little guy was starting to wear on him. He finished his prep, and hit his com.
"Uh, Peter? Ya coming buddy?"
@Deviant
Speaking of, his eyes landed on his wet bar and resolved to make himself a drink once he'd gotten the dirt and grease off him. Peetwo had abandoned him to run off with Susan. He knew the little guy would be back before they needed to go and Crix had forced the little droid to prep the ship for him more times than the smuggler could count. He fired up the ship's engines and stripped down to his boxers. He threw his dirty clothes into the overflowing hamper in his Captian's quarters and made a note to do laundry...
He started up the water in the refresher and cranked up the heat. He stepped into the shower and let the hot water run over him. His shoulder's and lower back ached and he knew he was going to be stiff for days, but good deeds were worth sore backs. It felt good to help out some people in their time of need, he just wished he'd of been able to help out a little more.
The scoundrel wondered when he'd see his friend again, he wasn't really sure how the whole rebellion thing worked, but he'd been given the coordinates that everyone else had so he guessed that was it. He ran his hands over his faces pushing his hair back. He turned off the water and toweled off. He stepped out of the refresher and immediately got goosebumps.
"Kark it's cold, in here!" He blurted into an empty ship. He quickly hurried to his room and dressed. He threw on a pair of navy trousers, a black tunic, and quickly slipped into his trusty leather jacket to fend off the sudden chill. Feeling refreshed, he decided to pour that drink. He still had some restocking to do and decided to fill a flask with Corellian Rye, so he could kill two birds with one stone. He took a hit and decided to get back to work. The smuggler ambled back down the loading ramp, tipping the flask back once more for good measure. Okay, he was a little bummed he'd missed Leah.
Crix hit the bottom of the ramp and wondered where in the world Peetw-- er, Peter was. He wasn't used to being totally isolated, Peetwo had been his partner for years and the thought of losing the little guy was starting to wear on him. He finished his prep, and hit his com.
"Uh, Peter? Ya coming buddy?"
@Deviant
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