A Trader's Dues
Chapter One:Banished
Inside a small camp on ithor a tall ithorian with a long neck and a large head was staring at some sensor screens, suddenly a small shine caught his eye. "Finally, I have found something with value on this planet," he said to himself as he grabbed a portable scanner, a brown jacket, and a vibroblade and ran off into the forest. He kept his eyes glued to the scanner as he walked through the jungles. He looked away from his screen when he came up on a bunch of trees. He began cutting through the foliage following the path his scanner was showing him. Soon he came up on a mountain. He turned off the vibroblade and put it in a pocket on his jacket. He glanced down at the scanner confirming his path and started climbing the mountain. As he climbed a large ithorian dragon came around the mountain side and lunged at him. It missed the top off his body but it clenched it's teeth into his leg saving itself from a huge fall. He quickly pulled out his vibroblade and stabbed it directly through the dragons face piercing it's skull. The dragons grip loosened and it fell down the mountain. Ignoring the dead body he continued climbing soon reaching the top. He quickly noticed the rol stone sitting on top of the mountain. "perfect, I can make some good jewelery out of this, and once i sell it I'll have a pretty good amount of money so I can finally fund my own company," he said as he happily gathered the stone daydreaming of what it would be like with his company. Once all the stone was collected he headed back to his camp.
After waking up from a long nap he suddenly noticed ithorian nature priests standing over his bed. "The bafforr trees have told us of what you have done, you shall be banished from this place. You must leave the planet for destroying plant life after we have vowed never to do so," "Whoa, I never said wasn't going to replant them," "It has already been a day and they are still not replanted twice, you have always been trouble, but never so much as to kill the plants we have sworn to let live in peace," "But-" he was cut off by an ithorian nature priest "You Gillag, are hereby banished from ithor never to return, our decision is final," Gillag was ashamed, but happy at the same time. There had never been anything with worth on this planet. This gave him a chance to find new funding for his dreams. Before he left ithor he made the rol stones into a necklace as a symbol of shame and at the same time commemorating the day his adventure begins.