Sara Jast sat up in the bed, and groaned in pain. A nearby nurse came to her side.
"What happened?" Sara asked, looking at the nurse.
"Your spaceship crashed and you were badly injured. Your friends, however, aren't so lucky." She said, as he changed the bandage on Sara's abdomen. "I think you muttered something about the Sith chasing you."
Sara remembered who the nurse was referring to: Travado Hocshe, a former engineer. She doesn't remember why he joined her but she was glad he joined her. Leo Rainharvest, a former senator. She thinks that he joined because he was tired of his job. They were both good people and now they are gone. Sara didn't remember at the moment but she assumed that they both died in the crash.
Sara looked down at her injury and wondered what caused it. "It was a piece of debris from your ship that got lodged in your abdomen." The nurse said, answering Sara's unasked question.
"What happened to my droid?" Sara asked.
"Your droid was repaired. Unfortunately, your ship was destroyed after you crashed." The nurse said.
"Where exactly am I?" Sara asked.
"You are on Deralia." the nurse replied.
"I'm home." Sara muttered.
"So welcome home." The nurse said.
After a few moments, the nurse was done bandaging the wound. "Get some rest." She said, as Sara fell asleep.
A couple weeks later, Sara was walking around a city, when she spotted a bar. "I may as well have a few drinks." She muttered.
She walked into the bar and ordered liquor. She got her liquor and looked around. There was a band playing in the background, lots of drunk patrons, a few people playing pazaak somewhere behind her, and some patrons were watching the twi'lek dancers.
Sara was just wearing a brown vest with white shirt, her typical belt with holsters, brown pants with boots and gloves. She had brown hair, which was put up in a braid in the back and she had blue eyes.
"So I have my list, now I have to get a ship." She muttered to herself as she looked at datapad containing a list of people who need spices and other illegal items. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a twi'lek approaching her, dressed the same way she was.
"Hey." The twi'lek said in Galactic Basic.
"Hey. What do you need?" Sara asked, putting her datapad and drink down to face the twi'lek.
"I heard that you are a smuggler." The twi'lek started.
"You either want to join me or looking for a way off this planet. One of the two?" Sara asked, looking at the twi'lek. She noticed that the twi'lek's skin color was blue and she was probably young but Sara couldn't tell the age of aliens
"I was hoping to join you." The twi'lek said.
Sara took another sip of her liquor. "You can tag along if you like but I have to get a ship first."
"Thanks." The Twi'lek said.
"What's your name?" Sara asked, looking at the twi'lek.
"It's Nima." She replied.
"Well, Nima. You don't mind getting yours hands dirty, right?"
"Nope, I have a reputation of getting into trouble." Nima replied, looking proud of herself.
"Well, in that case. Let's go steal a ship." Sara said.
"Let's do this." Nima replied.
Nima and Sara left the bar and wandered around until it got darker when they saw a platform where people were loading crates of cargo into a dynamic-class freighter with a yellow color scheme. "There's one."
"Yeah, the ship looks good, but we need a T3-series utility droid." Nima replied.
"Let's hope they have one, then." Sara said, as they got closer.
The duo got closer and noticed they had the droid they were looking for: a T3-series utility droid. "We can just steal it from them and reprogram it." Sara said.
"Yeah, that sounds good. I'll go distract him or pickpocket him." Nima said, sneaking up behind a crate as the ship's owner was yelling at a couple thugs loading supplies.
Sara snuck forwards and grabbed a ion blaster lying nearby. She climbed the ship's ramp and found the utility droid, she fired the ion blaster and disabled the droid and left it in the cargo hold.
Sara walked back down the ramp and saw Nima pickpocketing the ship's owner. "G3, get over here." Sara called, into her communicator.
"Ok, I'm on my way." Replied G3.
Sara looked down
"Hey, what are you doing?" The owner turned around and pointed a blaster at Nima.
"What does it look like?" Nima said, bluntly. She pointed her own blaster at the ship's owner.
The man's eyes widened. "Help! I'm being robbed." He cried.
Sara joined Nima who was slowly backing away from the man as two security guards came forward. They both knew that more security guards are probably on their way.
One security guard shot at Nima but missed and everyone hid behind some crates.
They ended up in a firefight as more security guards came along.
"I have an idea." Nima said, grabbing a frag grenade. She threw it at a cluster of security guards and it detonated a few moments later killing most of the security guards and a couple fuel cells exploded, damaging the area and causing a few small fires.
Nima and Sara looked around and saw around 10-15 dead security guards. A couple survived and were attempting to crawl away so they let them go and boarded the ramp only to be stopped by the owner of the ship.
"Hey! You can't take that ship!" The owner cried, pointing a blaster in their direction and he was surrounded by 4 security guards.
"Well, I've taken just about everything from you, so I may as well take your ship." Nima replied, holding up his stolen items.
The owner was mad when he realized that Nima had taken everything. Before he or the guards could shoot them, Sara and Nima started shooting at them. They managed to kill one guard, injured the other 3 and killed the owner.
They boarded the ramp of the ship and G3 prepared the ship to take off. A few moments later, G3 piloted the ship out of Deralia's atmosphere and into space.
Sara went to the cargo hold and started messing around with the T3-series utility droid while Nima walked to the bridge and saw G3 piloting the ship.
"So, is that GE3-series protocol droid yours?" Nima asked, as she entered the cargo hold.
"Yeah, G3. She's really reliable." Sara said, looking up from the T3-series she was working on.
"Yeah, I like the GE3-series. They are helpful." Nima said, as she walked back to the security room.
After a few minutes, Sara successfully reprogrammed the T3-series. She programmed it to obey her, Nima, and G3. Sara decided to call the droid T3-M6. She joined Nima in the security room.