Taris, Two Hours South from Nowhere
Greeting and salutations, Quinly!
We are making a run for the Vault to pick up Risha's precious astrochart (finally), then I will shop for fuel and such in Olaris for a few hours. Make the meet, sister.
Stupid rumors! It wasn't as saintly as sacrificing myself for the miserable population of Taris. And it was not a death wish nearly come true either. It was ye plain, old-fashioned idiocy: I wanted to get a rise out of Riggs.
See here, I double-crossed Beryl (Beryl being that Risha's frenemy who sent us to recover core samples and her poor partner's remains). Well, boo-hoo! The partner turned out alive and kicking (and not bad-looking either). The core samples turned out to be relics, and Beryl intended to ship them to the survivors of Taris… or some such bleeding heart thing instead of fleecing the Imps (RE-MO sounds like a kind of a droid I could put up with. My ship droid tried to attach a lunchbag to my holster, can't believe it belonged to Skavak.). Beryl's man on the ground figured the fakes will do just as well for her purposes, and we shook hands. Riggs shot me a dirty look and clammed up.
On we continued walking in a sullen silence afterwards, burning everything that moved. Worse than Bayar-Dur in the olden days whenever he figured I didn't blink the right way or whatnot. I hazarded a guess that Riggs didn't like me any longer. Then a pirate smashed me square in the face (the knave didn't save enough creds for a vibroblade, I guess), and (Cor- stricken out) Riggs went berserk with the flamethrower on the luckless bullyboy. I swear, I just about smashed Riggs in the face so he snaps out of it. I didn't; I gave him a wide berth instead.
More silence issued. I hate silence! So, yes, I got myself infected. Saved the planet or as near as it gets. Even told the good doctor to distribute the vaccine for free – no skin of my lekku. I wouldn't have seen a cred from the sales regardless. Riggs just stood there, his arms folded across his chest and watched my promising, watched my getting bitten. He did pick me up, threw me onto the speeder and rode me to Brell top jet, but that hardly counts as talking, right? Couldn't say anything if I wanted to: my face was squashed against his chest (smelt like smoke, leather and sweat). Maybe he was a shade paler before the medical droid told us I'm not about to start chewing on a fellow sentient, but who could tell, what with the human complexion, and the road dirt?
Riggs finally opened his mouth to tell me what? Let's go warn Beryl that the custom agent is hot on her track. Seriously, Riggs, Beryl?! Oh, what do I care if one human fancies another! Enough of it. I need a steady hand at the Vault. Nok Drayen's treasure awaits! Skavak is not going to be there, a pity, but he sent a crew in. And I am going beat this son of a gangrenous bantha to anything he wants.
See you soon, say hi to heroic Hiboco for me, and keep your horns clean!
P.S: Almost forgot. At a Chemical Plant (long story), there was that vile glowing radioactive liquid, and it gave Riggs' face a very fetching shade of green. His face looked handsome once it had a bit of color. The hair though, eww.