Snapshots of the Future - Kyp
Summary: Kyp gets hit with some poetic justice.
Juust was a nowhere world. It was one of those idyllic worlds that squeeked by unnoticed as the galaxy suffered through three wars, three changes in galaxy wide governments, and was mostly untouched by the anarchy following the Vong War.
Mostly. The place was currently run by a former Peace Brigade Colonel turn oppressive warlord.
Which was why Kyp was here.
"Well, what have we here?" Harri, the local customs inspector sang as he examined the cargo in Kyp's ship. "Could they be weapons?"
"Weapons are definitely not on your inventory, Captain," Harri's partner, Fargo, told Kyp. The two could have been twins to Kyp. "Weapons can only be imported by the Juust government. I think we'll have to confiscate."
"Gentleman, please," Kyp said in his best Han Solo imitation. Or what he thought Han Solo would have sounded like in this situation. "There are no weapons," he told them, exerting some Force and ignoring the neatly racked and stacked blasters, cannons, thermal detonators and other such insurgency gear destined for the local Resistance cells.
"No weapons?" the two inspectors echoed dully as the Force had their ears overide their eyes.
"None at all," Kyp said with mock cheer. He swung an arm over each of their shoulders all buddy like and led them out of the hold. "That's all just farming equipment."
As he spun a tale that would get him past the customs inspectors, Kyp reflected on the irony of his current assignment. The Skywalkers had professed complete innocence when Kyp asked about it.
Kyp Durron was a smuggler now.
Summary: Kyp gets hit with some poetic justice.
Juust was a nowhere world. It was one of those idyllic worlds that squeeked by unnoticed as the galaxy suffered through three wars, three changes in galaxy wide governments, and was mostly untouched by the anarchy following the Vong War.
Mostly. The place was currently run by a former Peace Brigade Colonel turn oppressive warlord.
Which was why Kyp was here.
"Well, what have we here?" Harri, the local customs inspector sang as he examined the cargo in Kyp's ship. "Could they be weapons?"
"Weapons are definitely not on your inventory, Captain," Harri's partner, Fargo, told Kyp. The two could have been twins to Kyp. "Weapons can only be imported by the Juust government. I think we'll have to confiscate."
"Gentleman, please," Kyp said in his best Han Solo imitation. Or what he thought Han Solo would have sounded like in this situation. "There are no weapons," he told them, exerting some Force and ignoring the neatly racked and stacked blasters, cannons, thermal detonators and other such insurgency gear destined for the local Resistance cells.
"No weapons?" the two inspectors echoed dully as the Force had their ears overide their eyes.
"None at all," Kyp said with mock cheer. He swung an arm over each of their shoulders all buddy like and led them out of the hold. "That's all just farming equipment."
As he spun a tale that would get him past the customs inspectors, Kyp reflected on the irony of his current assignment. The Skywalkers had professed complete innocence when Kyp asked about it.
Kyp Durron was a smuggler now.
