''Gentlemen, this is our lucky day!'' said the handsome Max Lorcrom with enthusiasm.
He downed an alien beverage and then started to circle the holo terminal. He considered himself the leader of the Galactic Rascals, an organized criminal group whose members were all treacherous bounty hunters and mercenaries. They really liked to stir things up, especially since they couldn't give a damn about the Republic or its wars. The only language these bad guys spoke was the sound of credits flowing into their accounts.
I'm sure we all heard that the Dem'Sha lords are hiding an extremely valuable weapon which they intend on offering to the First Order because they are a bunch of stinking imperialists. Kylo Ren and his First Order will be there in a couple of days in order to receive this, but not without a dealer I say! Grinned Max.
A holographic rotating map of the palace appeared in the middle of the holo terminal, and Max went to sit in front of it with his arms crossed.
''We'll infiltrate in this palace, then steal the treasure and then sell it to the highest bidder!'' he conceded with a carefree, triumphant smile.
Silence lied over the space. Then some weird noises were heard coming from the back of the room, where the alien Zorz was complaining.
''Zorz asked if you have lost your mind!'' translated Moxes, who was standing next to him.
''Yeah, it's going to be the most well guarded palace in the galaxy. You want us to steal that thing, the only reason Kylo Ren is visiting Dem'sha, right from under his big nose?'' asked another from a corner.
Suddenly, they all started to argue, going at each other like mindless brutes. Max glared at this dispute, completely unimpressed. ''I find myself in the company of the most coward and incompetent criminals in the galaxy.''
Max has been born on Jakku and he became a treasure hunter at a very young age so he could support his numerous family. He already realized how cruel and unfair the world was, and that he must be a lot cleverer than others in order to survive. Lately he was doing pretty well for himself, planning on moving his family to a better planet, maybe Naboo. He could also lay low for a while and start his own family. But today was not that kind of day. He was a young, athletic boy with bright blue eyes. His skinned has always been tanned and golden, and a couple of freckles were covering his ears, bestowing a playful freshness over his face. He was able to pull off a messy sand-colored hair with caramel highlights. Part of his personal charm.
''Guys, guys! He shouted, visibly irritated that this was taking so long. There is a reason for us stealing a Dem'Sha treasure while others are hunting garbage on Nar Shadda. That reason is me, because I'm the best. Hell, I will do it myself, but that means you won't get a single unit out of this operation! So you better take this opportunity and live as kings for the rest of your miserable existence, or starve. So who are the lucky volunteers?
No one was saying anything now. Then three raised their hands: a mysterious tall guy with his face covered by a cowl, a Vossian native and the alien Zorz.
''There are some clever fellows'' noticed Max with a cunning smile.
The rest of the crew snorted disapprovingly, but they all raised their hands at the end.
''Ah, there. All of you are clever now''.
Author's note: Hey guys! Thank you so much for reading my story and bearing all the four chapters with me. I know you want more Kylo Ren and I am ready to deliver next chapter. Please stay tuned and say hello anytime! Hugs, Glitch.
