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First of all a thank you to Julie who gave me the title, Rookie2 for reading over it for me. And Red Two for telling me where to improve it.
Enjoy.
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Spy for Hire
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The vent was cramped and small not to mention it smelled something awful and for once I was glad I wasn't claustrophobic. At certain points it grew narrower and got stifling hot but still I had to push on. I was on another job for councillor Feyl'a. If he ever needed information to be got or some incriminating evidence to be got against someone, he sent for me. Though sometimes he just wanted to keep the upper hand with the New Republic and would use me as a spy against the Empire. Even with the so-called 'treaty' he still used me. Said he didn't trust Talon Karrade. Come to think of it I don't think he even trusts me.
The communicator I wore in my ear crackled to life and I was glad for the distraction.
"Trey, tell me I'm nearing an exit." I said.
"Relax Sarkea, he tried to reassure me, where are you?"
I looked as far as I could down the vent. It was hard to see and the small light I brought didn't give much help.
"Hard to tell, it all looks the same."
I could almost hear him thinking it over.
"Wait I just passed vent 46."
"Okay, you should be just coming up to a grating now."
Sure enough he was right. It looked quite small and I was doubtful I would get through it. I sat back, crouching; my back and neck touched the top of the vent. Bracing myself I kicked down hard on the grating. Nothing happened to it but the shock went through me and I banged my back hard against the vent. I gasped in pain.
"Are you ok?" Trey asked.
"Yea." I bit out, still trying to ease the pain.
"I looked down through the grating to try get a better view of things. Thankfully it wasn't guarded, I had forgot to check earlier and I was lucky that I didn't end up fried.
"Do you see it?"
"Yea I do. Its right were you said it would be. "
I was one of Treys various fringe contacts and since he employed me I tended to work exclusively for him. It didn't bother me much, it paid good money and I usually ended up working for politicians.
The politics on all the worlds were corrupt, especially the Bothans. They would stab you in the back while inviting you into their homes. But, force, I loved it, I wanted a part of it and this was the only way I could.
Trey was a bit of an enigma. I knew he was an imperial and that he had contacts in most organisations but that was about it. I think at one stage he even had a contact in Corsec but that didn't go anywhere. Anyway Corsec had been taken over, not that I minded at all. They used to make it hard for an honest criminal to get her job done.
I rooted round for my viro-blade as I needed something to cut through the metal grating. I hadn't wanted to use it yet but the grating was refusing to budge. I cut though it enough for me to get through and out of it quickly. My viro-blade when I was finished was pretty mangled.
I swung down and looked around. "Trey you owe me a new viro-blade."
I could hear him snort through the static. "Hold on a minute Sarkea, someone's decoding our frequency.
Great just great. How was I going to explain this?
"You can call of the job," A male's bothan voice said. I recognised it immediately as Feyla.
"What?!" I exclaimed. Then remembering where I was I lowered my voice.
"You have got to be joking?"
I was not after nearly breaking my back for this thing to tell me to call it off.
"I am no longer in need of your services." He sneered.
"Right, I said but you are still paying me."
"Scum, you are no position to demand money of me."
What, I thought, to myself. Where did he get that? He owed me.
"The deal was payment on delivery and you no longer will be delivering"
I was quickly getting angry, right now I needed Trey to deal with this but it looked like I would have to deal with it myself.
"Look, I hissed, you better at least give me half. If you remember it was half for entering this place and the second half for delivering it to you."
He was not getting away with this.
He didn't answer me.
"With all the jobs I've done for you, all the private details I know about you. I could seriously damage your career." I reminded him. Wait that was a stupid thing to say, I didn't want to give him another reason to kill me.
"You will get half but no more." He told be venomously."
"Fine," I grunted.
He ended the conversation and I heard Trey reopening ours.
"You heard that."
"Yes, every word."
"Good, what do I do now?"
"Keeping going."
Keeping going? What was he kriffing talking about? Why finish a job that I wasn't even going to be paid for.
"Talon Karrade is in the business for information and I have a feeling he would be curious to know about this."
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"Ah." I could see his thinking. This way we would both end up with extra money and perhaps rub Fey'la nose in it a little. "Trey have I told you lately that I love you?" I asked mildly.
"Yea, when you're not telling me that you hate me." I could hear the amusement in his voice, there had been countless times when something had gone wrong and Trey had been on the receiving end of my abuse. It was a good thing he wasn't a normal employer or else I would have been out of a job a long time ago.
The com crackled once more as he too ended the communication. Right now, I had to be has quiet as possible. Some places monitored noises levels and even though when I checked out this place blueprints there didn't seem to be any, it could always have been added.
I began tapping into the computers mainstream using the codes Trey had given me. The security was appalling. They might as well have left their records open for the whole galaxy. When a under rate slicer and spy could break into it, it had to be bad.
That was another thing about Trey, he never employed the best, he told me so himself.
He always went for the ones who would always be second best and never really excel. People like me. But hey I didn't mind that either, I still got paid more then I would if I had gone for that desk job.
Turning my attention back to the job at hand I smiled. This was interesting. It looked like the Imperials had a prototype for a new fighter and they were keeping it pretty much a hidden secret. Talon Karrade would pay highly for this since it was classified information.
I had got all I needed and prepared to leave. Naturally the door was locked. Hey looks like they can do something right. But that was okay I still had my access codes. I entered all the access codes. It didn't work.
"Dashan." I spat out loud. This wasn't good, if I got caught in here, there was no way out. I looked around for something to break the access panel with and came to the conclusion that the only thing I could use was my hand. I couldn't even get any material to cover it, this was going to hurt. I slammed my fist into the panel and it cracked a little.
Shaking my hand, I tried to get rid of the tingling sensation. I cursed out loud again, why didn't I think of my Blaster butt. Favouring my other hand, I hit the panel with it. This time it broke, pieces of glass stuck out from everywhere but I didn't have the time to be worried about that right now.
Gingerly I began to play with the wires. Play was the only word for it, as I had no idea what I was actually doing. I fervently hoped that I would somehow bypass the security lock and not trigger it off. It seemed luck was on my side and the door slid open. Cautiously looking out I stepped into the corridor. This was fun. As fun as getting thrown into a rancors pit.
I tipped my headpiece. "Trey, you there? I'm ready to go now."
"Hold on a minute. One of my supervisors is coming."
"Trey don't you kriffing dare cut our communication." I warned.
He did.
Great, once again I had to get out of this mess myself. I needed to get a uniform fast, I think they would notice that I was wearing civilians clothing or maybe not. It was the nighttime maybe I could scale down the building, it wasn't like I was in space. That was a big maybe. I really didn't feel like scaling down the back of the Imperials headquarters. Though it looked like I was going to have to.
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Four hours later I was off the planet and homeward bound. Home been Corellia, I wasn't a Correlian but I had lived their all my life so I might as well be one.
I had been almost positive I was going to have to resort to scaling down the building when I 'found' a tech uniform and 'borrowed' a skipray. I could actually fly these things, which was a surprise. I'd hate to think what would have happened if it hadn't been there. I think they would have noticed me flying away in their new fighter. Just about noticed me.
I never actually look for danger. It isn't my fault if it follows me around. As they say straight from the frying pan into the fire. I didn't know what a frying pan was but it sounded good. And was I into the fire. I hadn't expected them to come after me this long after I got out.
"Unidentified pilot, identify yourself."
Maybe they are not as stupid as I took them for.
That's original, I thought to myself. I had lost track of the times that had been said to me.
"Sorry, I can't stick around for a chat but maybe next time, hun."
They were only Ties and I knew they didn't have hyperspace Drives force they don't even have built in life-support. So all I had to do was get coordinates, dodge their blasts and get out of here. Not too hard, if I was a Jedi.
"I'm dead." I moaned out loud.
"Stop being a pessimist Sarkea."
Trey!
"Okay then, I'm optimistic that I'm going to die."
"Funny, I'm sending you some coordinates that should give you a safe jump."
"Thanks, you are all heart. I knew you wouldn't let me die."
"Sar I don't care about you, it the information you got I care about."
I rolled my eyes, something lost on Trey as he couldn't see me but it made me feel better.
Firing blindly at the Ties and hoping I hit them, I went to hyperspace.
Yes! I was just coming up to Corelia. Broadcasting one of my other Identities I landed on the planet. Docking my ship I went as quickly as possible to shuttle bay 37. There, friends of mine owned a Garage and I needed him to as quickly as possible take the Skipray off my hands. I could not be found with it.
The smell of oil and garbage assaulted my nose telling me I was there. Looking round for Kerk, the owner of the place I noticed the place was even worse than before. The sign now only possessed one Neon Letter that lit up. The rest were either off or only half there. There was debris of space parts littered all over the place and somewhere in it was Kerk.
"Kerk! I shouted out impatiently, where are you?"
Kerk slid out from beneath one of the wrecked speeders.
"Didn't expect to see you round here for a while Sarky?" He blinked.
"Yea, well neither did I. Do you have her fixed?"
I didn't have a lot of time and was anxious to get home.
Kerk looked at me strangely, "What did you do now?"
"Not a lot, broke into Imperial headquarters, stole a skipray, that I need you to get rid off, got some classified information. You know the usual."
Kerk gave me look telling me he didn't believe a word I said. Sometimes telling the truth seemed to have the opposite effect for me.
"Really where did you get it and where is it?" He asked.
"Docking bay 34 and I told you! Would I lie to you?" I asked innocently.
"No but you elaborate the truth the whole time."
I grinned and shrugged, "So what happened to this place?"
Kerk looked round, "What? It still looks the same as ever."
I was bothered to prolong the conversation, all I wanted to do was get home, get paid and book an appointment for the chiropractors. He dragged out my speeder from under a pile of rags, it looked awful.
"I thought you fixed it?" I exclaimed.
"I did, I didn't give it a make over."
I muttered a string of curses under my breath. I'd kill him only so far he's the only one who will let be sell 'equipment' through him without making me pay a fortune.
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I locked my speeder down and walked up the rest of the alley. I could hear the music blaring out of the nightclubs and watched as drunks staggered round the place.
Suddenly someone grabbed me from behind and I lashed out of him, he covered my mouth but I bit him. Suddenly there were several of them. One of them made a grab for me again but I kicked out at him and got my blaster.
I had forgotten about the guy behind me. I've noticed lately I have a tendency to forget certain important details; I'm putting it down to stress.
There was a sickly sweet smell and the next thing I new I was been shaken awake.
My tongue was dry and my eyesight was blurry but still I recognised the guy who was standing in front of me.
"Kran what a pleasant surprise how's the leg?"
To say we had a history would be an understatement; he was one of the many thorns in my side. But I hoped I was an even bigger one to him.
He smirked, " Hand it over."
"What over?" Lets see how playing the idiot worked for me.
He pointed his blaster straight into my stomach, "Sarkea, it never works when we play games."
"Yea, you found that out the last time, beaten by a little girl. Will you do any better this time?" My words dripped with sarcasm.
He backhanded me straight across the face. Ouch and that hurt a lot. I was sure he had broken my jaw.
"Sarkea, make it easy on yourself, where is it?" His voice was losing its persuasiveness and becoming treating.
I shrugged, "Search me sugar." The movement caused my jaw to ache something bad but I couldn't resist it.
"I'll do just that."
Why can't I just for once in my life have stayed silent? I guess it was the suicidal side of me. Luckily I'd very carefully hidden it and he wasn't about to find it anytime soon. As he frisked me I evaluated my situation. Logically I was dead but if I had relied on Logic I would have been dead at 15. So hopefully I wasn't dead...yet. Three of his goons lurched in the background, they appeared dumb but appearances are usually deceiving.
"Fine then, if that's the way you want it, that's the way we play it." He said.
Correction I was dead. Hundreds of various torture methods that he could use went through my head. I didn't want to die and this info wasn't worth that much.
"Hey, actually I am willing to make a deal." I said, my voice sugar sweet.
Maybe I lack backbone but something's aren't worth it and I would like to come away from this in a semi state of life. But then he didn't know what I got; it was probably just a guess on his part so perhaps I could use this to my advantage.
"Too late."
No, it seemed I couldn't use this to my advantage.
His eyes narrowed and he released the safety trigger on his blaster. I gulped and shut my eyes. I probably should have spat in his face and looked him in the eye but I couldn't.
I waited for the shot but it never came. Instead there was several distant shots and a Strom Troopers voice rang, "Everyone freeze this is a raid!"
I had never being so happy to see those guys in my life. With Kran distracted I jumped for cover. I kept as low as possible; I couldn't shoot back at them with all my weapons confiscated.
I hadn't been too sure who was winning and at one stage I thought it would be a good idea to look out from my hiding place. A blaster shot singed my hand and I was reluctant to check again. The smoke was causing me to splutter and it hurt my eyes
But as soon as the smoke died down a little I gathered it was the storm troopers. And that's a surprise, I thought, and a first.
I lay over on my side, when I was younger I had learned a trick to look as if you were dead. I had actually never perfected it but now was the best time as ever to see would it work. I kept my face down to floor and slowed my breathing down.
From the vibrations from the floor I knew they were coming closer. I really hoped this would work.
"She looks dead," One of them said.
"You better make sure."
Don't kick the back! I suddenly thought. My back was still sore from the vent incident and I didn't want to risk a broken back at 25.
I tried not to react when he kicked me hard into the back and attempted to keep my body as lifeless as possible. The pain was unbearable; it had been bad before but never like this.
"She looks it."
"Better check the pulse just in case."
I had beginning to think I was out of danger but it looked like I was straight back into it.
He bent down close to me and I tried not to stiffen. Like that was working.
"Hold on, don't bother, there's movement outside."
They left.
I stayed still for a count of 30 and slowly breathed a sigh of relief. I got up carefully, ignoring the tearing sensation in my back.
I didn't see a sign of Kran anywhere but one of his goons lay dead on the floor. I crept over to him and relieved him of his other blaster. To compensate for the one they took.
I snuck outside; you would hardly think there had been a disturbance at all except for the smell of charred flesh. I didn't recognise my surroundings but I was defiantly still on Corellia. Whatever they knocked me out with couldn't of kept me under for more than a few hours.
I wandered on, careful to make sure there were no Storm Troopers still about, I didn't want to risk another encounter with them. Right now I really needed transport, as I didn't think I would make it very far walking. Spying someone's speeder, I walked casually over to it. It was easy to hot-wire, never leave a speeder without a grade B alarm out in the streets in Corellia. I had almost thought that was unwritten law.
I speeded off down the streets and quickly got my bearings. At least Kerk
would be pleased, he now had another item to get rid off for me and I had a man to arrange a meeting with. This information was proving more hazardous then it was worth and the sooner I got it of my hands the better.
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If you want to read more stories with our Spy in it. Please reply!!!
I have a sequel in the works (she still has to meet karrade) so tell me if you want it!
First of all a thank you to Julie who gave me the title, Rookie2 for reading over it for me. And Red Two for telling me where to improve it.
Enjoy.
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Spy for Hire
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The vent was cramped and small not to mention it smelled something awful and for once I was glad I wasn't claustrophobic. At certain points it grew narrower and got stifling hot but still I had to push on. I was on another job for councillor Feyl'a. If he ever needed information to be got or some incriminating evidence to be got against someone, he sent for me. Though sometimes he just wanted to keep the upper hand with the New Republic and would use me as a spy against the Empire. Even with the so-called 'treaty' he still used me. Said he didn't trust Talon Karrade. Come to think of it I don't think he even trusts me.
The communicator I wore in my ear crackled to life and I was glad for the distraction.
"Trey, tell me I'm nearing an exit." I said.
"Relax Sarkea, he tried to reassure me, where are you?"
I looked as far as I could down the vent. It was hard to see and the small light I brought didn't give much help.
"Hard to tell, it all looks the same."
I could almost hear him thinking it over.
"Wait I just passed vent 46."
"Okay, you should be just coming up to a grating now."
Sure enough he was right. It looked quite small and I was doubtful I would get through it. I sat back, crouching; my back and neck touched the top of the vent. Bracing myself I kicked down hard on the grating. Nothing happened to it but the shock went through me and I banged my back hard against the vent. I gasped in pain.
"Are you ok?" Trey asked.
"Yea." I bit out, still trying to ease the pain.
"I looked down through the grating to try get a better view of things. Thankfully it wasn't guarded, I had forgot to check earlier and I was lucky that I didn't end up fried.
"Do you see it?"
"Yea I do. Its right were you said it would be. "
I was one of Treys various fringe contacts and since he employed me I tended to work exclusively for him. It didn't bother me much, it paid good money and I usually ended up working for politicians.
The politics on all the worlds were corrupt, especially the Bothans. They would stab you in the back while inviting you into their homes. But, force, I loved it, I wanted a part of it and this was the only way I could.
Trey was a bit of an enigma. I knew he was an imperial and that he had contacts in most organisations but that was about it. I think at one stage he even had a contact in Corsec but that didn't go anywhere. Anyway Corsec had been taken over, not that I minded at all. They used to make it hard for an honest criminal to get her job done.
I rooted round for my viro-blade as I needed something to cut through the metal grating. I hadn't wanted to use it yet but the grating was refusing to budge. I cut though it enough for me to get through and out of it quickly. My viro-blade when I was finished was pretty mangled.
I swung down and looked around. "Trey you owe me a new viro-blade."
I could hear him snort through the static. "Hold on a minute Sarkea, someone's decoding our frequency.
Great just great. How was I going to explain this?
"You can call of the job," A male's bothan voice said. I recognised it immediately as Feyla.
"What?!" I exclaimed. Then remembering where I was I lowered my voice.
"You have got to be joking?"
I was not after nearly breaking my back for this thing to tell me to call it off.
"I am no longer in need of your services." He sneered.
"Right, I said but you are still paying me."
"Scum, you are no position to demand money of me."
What, I thought, to myself. Where did he get that? He owed me.
"The deal was payment on delivery and you no longer will be delivering"
I was quickly getting angry, right now I needed Trey to deal with this but it looked like I would have to deal with it myself.
"Look, I hissed, you better at least give me half. If you remember it was half for entering this place and the second half for delivering it to you."
He was not getting away with this.
He didn't answer me.
"With all the jobs I've done for you, all the private details I know about you. I could seriously damage your career." I reminded him. Wait that was a stupid thing to say, I didn't want to give him another reason to kill me.
"You will get half but no more." He told be venomously."
"Fine," I grunted.
He ended the conversation and I heard Trey reopening ours.
"You heard that."
"Yes, every word."
"Good, what do I do now?"
"Keeping going."
Keeping going? What was he kriffing talking about? Why finish a job that I wasn't even going to be paid for.
"Talon Karrade is in the business for information and I have a feeling he would be curious to know about this."
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"Ah." I could see his thinking. This way we would both end up with extra money and perhaps rub Fey'la nose in it a little. "Trey have I told you lately that I love you?" I asked mildly.
"Yea, when you're not telling me that you hate me." I could hear the amusement in his voice, there had been countless times when something had gone wrong and Trey had been on the receiving end of my abuse. It was a good thing he wasn't a normal employer or else I would have been out of a job a long time ago.
The com crackled once more as he too ended the communication. Right now, I had to be has quiet as possible. Some places monitored noises levels and even though when I checked out this place blueprints there didn't seem to be any, it could always have been added.
I began tapping into the computers mainstream using the codes Trey had given me. The security was appalling. They might as well have left their records open for the whole galaxy. When a under rate slicer and spy could break into it, it had to be bad.
That was another thing about Trey, he never employed the best, he told me so himself.
He always went for the ones who would always be second best and never really excel. People like me. But hey I didn't mind that either, I still got paid more then I would if I had gone for that desk job.
Turning my attention back to the job at hand I smiled. This was interesting. It looked like the Imperials had a prototype for a new fighter and they were keeping it pretty much a hidden secret. Talon Karrade would pay highly for this since it was classified information.
I had got all I needed and prepared to leave. Naturally the door was locked. Hey looks like they can do something right. But that was okay I still had my access codes. I entered all the access codes. It didn't work.
"Dashan." I spat out loud. This wasn't good, if I got caught in here, there was no way out. I looked around for something to break the access panel with and came to the conclusion that the only thing I could use was my hand. I couldn't even get any material to cover it, this was going to hurt. I slammed my fist into the panel and it cracked a little.
Shaking my hand, I tried to get rid of the tingling sensation. I cursed out loud again, why didn't I think of my Blaster butt. Favouring my other hand, I hit the panel with it. This time it broke, pieces of glass stuck out from everywhere but I didn't have the time to be worried about that right now.
Gingerly I began to play with the wires. Play was the only word for it, as I had no idea what I was actually doing. I fervently hoped that I would somehow bypass the security lock and not trigger it off. It seemed luck was on my side and the door slid open. Cautiously looking out I stepped into the corridor. This was fun. As fun as getting thrown into a rancors pit.
I tipped my headpiece. "Trey, you there? I'm ready to go now."
"Hold on a minute. One of my supervisors is coming."
"Trey don't you kriffing dare cut our communication." I warned.
He did.
Great, once again I had to get out of this mess myself. I needed to get a uniform fast, I think they would notice that I was wearing civilians clothing or maybe not. It was the nighttime maybe I could scale down the building, it wasn't like I was in space. That was a big maybe. I really didn't feel like scaling down the back of the Imperials headquarters. Though it looked like I was going to have to.
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Four hours later I was off the planet and homeward bound. Home been Corellia, I wasn't a Correlian but I had lived their all my life so I might as well be one.
I had been almost positive I was going to have to resort to scaling down the building when I 'found' a tech uniform and 'borrowed' a skipray. I could actually fly these things, which was a surprise. I'd hate to think what would have happened if it hadn't been there. I think they would have noticed me flying away in their new fighter. Just about noticed me.
I never actually look for danger. It isn't my fault if it follows me around. As they say straight from the frying pan into the fire. I didn't know what a frying pan was but it sounded good. And was I into the fire. I hadn't expected them to come after me this long after I got out.
"Unidentified pilot, identify yourself."
Maybe they are not as stupid as I took them for.
That's original, I thought to myself. I had lost track of the times that had been said to me.
"Sorry, I can't stick around for a chat but maybe next time, hun."
They were only Ties and I knew they didn't have hyperspace Drives force they don't even have built in life-support. So all I had to do was get coordinates, dodge their blasts and get out of here. Not too hard, if I was a Jedi.
"I'm dead." I moaned out loud.
"Stop being a pessimist Sarkea."
Trey!
"Okay then, I'm optimistic that I'm going to die."
"Funny, I'm sending you some coordinates that should give you a safe jump."
"Thanks, you are all heart. I knew you wouldn't let me die."
"Sar I don't care about you, it the information you got I care about."
I rolled my eyes, something lost on Trey as he couldn't see me but it made me feel better.
Firing blindly at the Ties and hoping I hit them, I went to hyperspace.
Yes! I was just coming up to Corelia. Broadcasting one of my other Identities I landed on the planet. Docking my ship I went as quickly as possible to shuttle bay 37. There, friends of mine owned a Garage and I needed him to as quickly as possible take the Skipray off my hands. I could not be found with it.
The smell of oil and garbage assaulted my nose telling me I was there. Looking round for Kerk, the owner of the place I noticed the place was even worse than before. The sign now only possessed one Neon Letter that lit up. The rest were either off or only half there. There was debris of space parts littered all over the place and somewhere in it was Kerk.
"Kerk! I shouted out impatiently, where are you?"
Kerk slid out from beneath one of the wrecked speeders.
"Didn't expect to see you round here for a while Sarky?" He blinked.
"Yea, well neither did I. Do you have her fixed?"
I didn't have a lot of time and was anxious to get home.
Kerk looked at me strangely, "What did you do now?"
"Not a lot, broke into Imperial headquarters, stole a skipray, that I need you to get rid off, got some classified information. You know the usual."
Kerk gave me look telling me he didn't believe a word I said. Sometimes telling the truth seemed to have the opposite effect for me.
"Really where did you get it and where is it?" He asked.
"Docking bay 34 and I told you! Would I lie to you?" I asked innocently.
"No but you elaborate the truth the whole time."
I grinned and shrugged, "So what happened to this place?"
Kerk looked round, "What? It still looks the same as ever."
I was bothered to prolong the conversation, all I wanted to do was get home, get paid and book an appointment for the chiropractors. He dragged out my speeder from under a pile of rags, it looked awful.
"I thought you fixed it?" I exclaimed.
"I did, I didn't give it a make over."
I muttered a string of curses under my breath. I'd kill him only so far he's the only one who will let be sell 'equipment' through him without making me pay a fortune.
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I locked my speeder down and walked up the rest of the alley. I could hear the music blaring out of the nightclubs and watched as drunks staggered round the place.
Suddenly someone grabbed me from behind and I lashed out of him, he covered my mouth but I bit him. Suddenly there were several of them. One of them made a grab for me again but I kicked out at him and got my blaster.
I had forgotten about the guy behind me. I've noticed lately I have a tendency to forget certain important details; I'm putting it down to stress.
There was a sickly sweet smell and the next thing I new I was been shaken awake.
My tongue was dry and my eyesight was blurry but still I recognised the guy who was standing in front of me.
"Kran what a pleasant surprise how's the leg?"
To say we had a history would be an understatement; he was one of the many thorns in my side. But I hoped I was an even bigger one to him.
He smirked, " Hand it over."
"What over?" Lets see how playing the idiot worked for me.
He pointed his blaster straight into my stomach, "Sarkea, it never works when we play games."
"Yea, you found that out the last time, beaten by a little girl. Will you do any better this time?" My words dripped with sarcasm.
He backhanded me straight across the face. Ouch and that hurt a lot. I was sure he had broken my jaw.
"Sarkea, make it easy on yourself, where is it?" His voice was losing its persuasiveness and becoming treating.
I shrugged, "Search me sugar." The movement caused my jaw to ache something bad but I couldn't resist it.
"I'll do just that."
Why can't I just for once in my life have stayed silent? I guess it was the suicidal side of me. Luckily I'd very carefully hidden it and he wasn't about to find it anytime soon. As he frisked me I evaluated my situation. Logically I was dead but if I had relied on Logic I would have been dead at 15. So hopefully I wasn't dead...yet. Three of his goons lurched in the background, they appeared dumb but appearances are usually deceiving.
"Fine then, if that's the way you want it, that's the way we play it." He said.
Correction I was dead. Hundreds of various torture methods that he could use went through my head. I didn't want to die and this info wasn't worth that much.
"Hey, actually I am willing to make a deal." I said, my voice sugar sweet.
Maybe I lack backbone but something's aren't worth it and I would like to come away from this in a semi state of life. But then he didn't know what I got; it was probably just a guess on his part so perhaps I could use this to my advantage.
"Too late."
No, it seemed I couldn't use this to my advantage.
His eyes narrowed and he released the safety trigger on his blaster. I gulped and shut my eyes. I probably should have spat in his face and looked him in the eye but I couldn't.
I waited for the shot but it never came. Instead there was several distant shots and a Strom Troopers voice rang, "Everyone freeze this is a raid!"
I had never being so happy to see those guys in my life. With Kran distracted I jumped for cover. I kept as low as possible; I couldn't shoot back at them with all my weapons confiscated.
I hadn't been too sure who was winning and at one stage I thought it would be a good idea to look out from my hiding place. A blaster shot singed my hand and I was reluctant to check again. The smoke was causing me to splutter and it hurt my eyes
But as soon as the smoke died down a little I gathered it was the storm troopers. And that's a surprise, I thought, and a first.
I lay over on my side, when I was younger I had learned a trick to look as if you were dead. I had actually never perfected it but now was the best time as ever to see would it work. I kept my face down to floor and slowed my breathing down.
From the vibrations from the floor I knew they were coming closer. I really hoped this would work.
"She looks dead," One of them said.
"You better make sure."
Don't kick the back! I suddenly thought. My back was still sore from the vent incident and I didn't want to risk a broken back at 25.
I tried not to react when he kicked me hard into the back and attempted to keep my body as lifeless as possible. The pain was unbearable; it had been bad before but never like this.
"She looks it."
"Better check the pulse just in case."
I had beginning to think I was out of danger but it looked like I was straight back into it.
He bent down close to me and I tried not to stiffen. Like that was working.
"Hold on, don't bother, there's movement outside."
They left.
I stayed still for a count of 30 and slowly breathed a sigh of relief. I got up carefully, ignoring the tearing sensation in my back.
I didn't see a sign of Kran anywhere but one of his goons lay dead on the floor. I crept over to him and relieved him of his other blaster. To compensate for the one they took.
I snuck outside; you would hardly think there had been a disturbance at all except for the smell of charred flesh. I didn't recognise my surroundings but I was defiantly still on Corellia. Whatever they knocked me out with couldn't of kept me under for more than a few hours.
I wandered on, careful to make sure there were no Storm Troopers still about, I didn't want to risk another encounter with them. Right now I really needed transport, as I didn't think I would make it very far walking. Spying someone's speeder, I walked casually over to it. It was easy to hot-wire, never leave a speeder without a grade B alarm out in the streets in Corellia. I had almost thought that was unwritten law.
I speeded off down the streets and quickly got my bearings. At least Kerk
would be pleased, he now had another item to get rid off for me and I had a man to arrange a meeting with. This information was proving more hazardous then it was worth and the sooner I got it of my hands the better.
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