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"Hello again," "My Lady," he added.

" When we're not going from planet to planet and fighting the Republic, space actually looks beautiful. " Angel said, still not turning her gaze away from the stars. She watched in amazement as she saw a shooting star go by. " Not too often you get to see one of those. " She finally turned around to face the Dark Lord. " Then again, it's not too often you meet a Dark Lord with a tender side. " She giggled slightly, knowing he knew what she meant. " So, for the 1st time in a long time, it appears there's actually nothing important to do at the moment. "

The transport pulled up into the Cave. Cale grinned like a mad thing as he backed the truck up to the Runner's loading port.
"Cambot. special delivery. use the tractor beam and start hauling stuff up." Cale called to his droid.
"Sir, theres a destroyer droid on the truck."
Cambot said through the ship's speakers.
"Yeah, I know. say hello to Blasty. Blasty, meet Cambot. good we're all introduced. Blasty? you're on sentry." Cale said as he opened up the back of the truck.
Blasty rolled off the truck and landed with a thud. he deployed and skittered to the cave entrance while Cale and Cambot started loading up the prize.

I think it's getting to be time to end my vaction. Wasn't too bad, but I suppose it's time to get back to work. thought Cajin, as he started walking back to his ship.
Where to go, I wonder. I could chec some of the local job offices and things again, I suppose.
I hear Nal Hutta is heating up. Something's going down there. And the arms markets there are supposed to be pretty good, too.
Still, if I can, I'd rather get my ship worked on here, if I can afford anything at all, I thin- he mused. As he was taking a shortcut back to the docks, two humaniods wearing balaclavas and carrying weapons and bags, burst out of the back of a building ahead of him, and ran to a waiting hovercar.

When CorSec showed up, he was escorted to escorted to the station, and had his Identification and Bounty Hunter License checked and triple checked, he'd filled out numerous forms in duplicate and triplicate, and was then sent on his way with thanks, recognition as a good citizen, and a rather large bounty that had, until recently, been on the heads of three dangerous and wanted criminals.


Nice. Now what am I going to blow this on? he wondered, as he checked his recently fattened bank account.
Guns, of course.
I think I'll work on my ship first, though.
He strolled off towards the Docks, whistling a cheerful tune.


"Here's my ID, Bounty Hunter License, Reccomendation from CorSec, etc. Now, I'd like two of these, a few of those, -oooh, these are nice- I'll take some of them..."

When he was finished, his ship had been completely refurbished and retrofitted. New guns, new computers, new droids, new guns, new generators, new shields, new guns, new armor, new everything.

Looking over his newly upgraded ship, he had but one thing to say.
"That is pimpin'. No. That is mad pimpin'."

Externally, the peeling and scuffed exterior had been replaced with an almost glossy black finish. Flame decals sprayed out from the nose, leading back along the sides of the ship. A pair of heavy rotating blasters was just visible in their recessed positions below the nose. An ion cannon was mounted atop the nose section, over the cockpit. The five double blaster turrets looked fresh, mean, and ready and eager to burst any foolhardy fighters.
Inside, the computer system had been revamped and made more efficient, the generators had been replaced and tuned, the engines were capable of even higher output, the shields were tougher, the sensors more powerful, the living quarters mo' fly, the droids were...well, droidier...

He boarded his ship, walking around, looking around with great satisfaction. He walked into his shiny new cockpit.
I'll save these for later, I guess. he thought, as he removed the fuzzy dice hanging from above the viewport.

He sat back in his chair, still the same battered, familiar chair that that had come with the ship.

"Ah...it's good to have a ship." he said. "Perhaps I should name it?" he wondered, as he put up his feet. "Then, off to...where ever."

I guess I wasn't kidding...I like this ship. I've had it for...wow, coming up on a decade, I think. Seems like only yesterday...
In those years, I've spent more on this ship than the GPP of Tatooine; I'm almost broke now, even after trade-ins.
But, I think enough firepower to conquer a small planet is worth it. he thought, as he closed his eyes, a satisfied smile on his face.

Bass searched through bounty profiles.It was more of the same to him.More outlaws,more theifs.And another hotshot that thinks just because he's got a nice,new,top o' the line blaster he's the next friggen Space Cowboy McClancy.Bass had faired greatly with two old Mandalorian blasters he found in pristene condition.He himself had some depts to pay off so he was looking to do a favor for some people.The Outlander glided through space unaware of any near ships at the moment.He sighed and leaned back in the chair,putting his feet up on the table."Aye,mate.How's that Universal Computer Interface chip workin' with your current systems?"Bass shouted to Oz who was running a systems check on his new upgrades.

"Great,as is the Verpine Demolitions Tool,Motion Sensor system,And Carbonite Projector.I feel loved."Came the robotic voice of lucky.

"Aye,what did I tell ye 'bout that love stuff?Your me best mate,a machiney brother mabey.But leave the lovey stuff with the Ithorians."Bass instructed as a T3 unit passed and handed him a glass of Terisian Ale.

"Yes sir,I am a machine.I am a Droid.I am a Gunslinger.I am not a lovey dovey meatbag."Oz corrected itself with some programmed words from Bass."I shoot to kill,I am ruthless."

"And damned well dont forget it."A beeping sound came to Bass's ears.The T3 unit nudged the chair and handed Bass a report."We got Fett,wherever he's going he's not looking for us.But get on his tail anyways.And keep us un-noticed mate."Bass jumped into the pilot seat and strapped himself in.