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Begin Entry: Day 8
We were too busy yesterday for me to make an entry, but luckily for us we've made some progress.
On the east side of Ligo's estate is an elaborate flower garden. Black Sun's intel briefly mentioned that it was his daughter's private garden, so we worked that to our advantage. Trig created a diversion on the west wall, strutting back and forth in front of the security holo cams and firing his blaster pistol into the air. Ligo may be rich, but he's incredibly stupid and sent the majority of his guards out after Trig, leaving me with an opening. I snatched up Ligo's daughter on the east side before she could so much as scream for help. Obnoxious girl. Seventeen, and even though she looks innocent in that expensive pink skimmersilk dress she's got a mouth fit for a Trandoshan pirate after six drinks. Almost impressive, really. I'd translate what she said to me, but this log keeps censoring it...
End Entry.
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Begin Entry: Day 9
It occurred to me that I hadn't mentioned how I got into this business. It doesn't matter, really, but Trig's asleep at the moment and I have time to burn. So I guess I might as well mention it, if only briefly.
A while back, I was attending the Imperial Academy to become a TIE pilot. Trig was studying at the same time I was, and he ended up getting assigned as my wingman for a semester of live-fire training in the Mid-Rim. He saved my hide more than once during skirmishes with the Rebels in our senior year, and we've stuck together ever since.
I graduated with honors at top of my class and got married not long after. It didn't last, though. My wife was also in the Imperial Navy as a low-ranking officer on a Star Destroyer and was deployed to the first Death Star shortly after its construction. And well...we all know how that ended.
It hit me pretty hard, and I left the Imperial Navy, blaming Imperials and Rebels for her death. When Trig found out I deserted, he did too and caught up with me a few months later. He's the one who kept me from doing anything stupid, like trying to drown my hurt in ale. He's also the one who suggested we take up the merc business, and for several years were were a two-person hitman team. Trig even nicknamed us the "Army Of Two." Idiotic name, I know, but he liked it so much that I let him say it as often as he wanted to. After the hitman days, we picked up smuggling and have been doing it ever since. And, well, here we are now, working for Black Sun. Never thought I'd work for higher-level gang like them. I really hate Xizor, though. Kriffing Falleen...
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Begin Entry: Day 10
Ligo tried to contact us and offer ransom for his daughter today. He broadcasted his message though the speakers in to the security holocams on the walls of his estate, offering to pay eight thousand creds each if we would give his daughter back that instant. He tried to make the point that he was a legitimate businessman with a family and that we, being the "low-life scum" that we were, didn't deserve eight thousand creds, though he would "be generous and pay us anyway." We refused. Ligo blackmails criminals for extra creds in his pocket and that makes[/i] him [i]a criminal, same as us. He doesn't have the moral high ground here, however much he thinks he does, and besides, Black Sun is paying us more.
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Begin Entry: Day 11
Ligo must've called in a few favors to get his ship's landlock lifted and worked his way past Trig's comm jam, because now he's got more guards. Mostly mercenaries...Trandoshans, a Dug, a few Twi'leks, and I think I spotted a Mandalorian in the mix too. Nasty looking bunch, the whole lot of 'em.
Trig died an hour ago, shot with his own gun by Ligo's daughter, who then hightailed it out of our hideout and back to the estate. She must have led them back here, because there's laserfire coming down on me right now. I looked out a second ago and nearly got my head blown off.
I can't believe Trig's dead, but it doesn't matter now because soon I'll be dead too. Stang, they're getting closer. I can hear a jetpack above me, circling around in the trees.
Never thought I'd go out like this, and without Trig, too. Guess I won't see those last fifteen thousand Black Sun creds after all.
Xizor, if you ever read this log, I want you to know something: I hate your kriffing guts.
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After I put this up as one part yesterday, I decided it would work better as two. My apologies if you recieved an e-mail alert saying that a second part was posted. *blushes*
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