The four stood at the entrance to bay 27 and gazed upon the light Corellian made freighter that sat inside. The ship didn't appear to be in any shape to leave the hangar, let alone fly them across the galaxy.
"This sucks. They must've told us the wrong bay number, or maybe even the wrong spaceport," Tyr mumbled as he plopped his bag onto the ground.
"Why do you say that?" Anya asked him.
"There's no way that that is our ship."
Suddenly a man wearing military styled fatigues stepped around the corner. He was about 5'10" and weighed around 180lbs, and from the way his sleeves and pant legs stretched tight, it looked to be mostly muscle. He had short cropped brown hair which was greying at the temples and there was a smattering of gray in his 2 days growth of beard.
He spoke in a gravelly voice around an obnoxious smelling cigarra, "You must be my new crew members. Name's Iago, and we're gonna get one thing straight before we get started. This is my ship and my mission. I am in charge. You do what I say. If not, then I'll drop you on the nearest planet, inhabitable or not. Got it?" he didn't wait for any answers. "Grab your shit and find an empty bunk. Welcome aboard the Wasted Rancor."
He turned and walked up the loading ramp, cigarra smoke trailing behind him.
"I sure hope he doesn't smoke those things the whole time we're aboard," Trychon commented.
They boarded the ship and made their way to the crew quarters. Each tiny room had 2 bunks in it, and there were only 2 rooms left. Trych and Tyr quickly took the first one.
"I'm begining to think you guys don't like me," Raezyr commented, and chuckled quietly to himself as he entered the other room.
"I don't blame them," Anya said from behind him.
"What? A jab from the lady Sith? And here I thought you were only good for a door mat," Raez commented as he stuffed his bag in a storage compartment.
A tingle in the Force was the only warning he had, but it was enough. He moved just slightly to his left as her knife hand slipped past his ribs, inches from where he had been.
He grabbed her wrist with both of his hands and twisted her hand back toward her body, turning to face her in one clean movement. He put downward pressure on her wrist and she dropped the knife and fell down to her knees, her face twisted in pain.
Raezyr released her arm and picked up her vibro-knife.
He stared down at her for a moment, then flipped the knife in his hand so he held the blade and handed it back to her.
He spoke as she took it from him, "You hesitated breifly. That could get you killed. Next time you hesitate in a situation like that, I'll kill you myself."
Tears of hate welled up in her eyes as Raezyr exited the small cabin.
"This sucks. They must've told us the wrong bay number, or maybe even the wrong spaceport," Tyr mumbled as he plopped his bag onto the ground.
"Why do you say that?" Anya asked him.
"There's no way that that is our ship."
Suddenly a man wearing military styled fatigues stepped around the corner. He was about 5'10" and weighed around 180lbs, and from the way his sleeves and pant legs stretched tight, it looked to be mostly muscle. He had short cropped brown hair which was greying at the temples and there was a smattering of gray in his 2 days growth of beard.
He spoke in a gravelly voice around an obnoxious smelling cigarra, "You must be my new crew members. Name's Iago, and we're gonna get one thing straight before we get started. This is my ship and my mission. I am in charge. You do what I say. If not, then I'll drop you on the nearest planet, inhabitable or not. Got it?" he didn't wait for any answers. "Grab your shit and find an empty bunk. Welcome aboard the Wasted Rancor."
He turned and walked up the loading ramp, cigarra smoke trailing behind him.
"I sure hope he doesn't smoke those things the whole time we're aboard," Trychon commented.
They boarded the ship and made their way to the crew quarters. Each tiny room had 2 bunks in it, and there were only 2 rooms left. Trych and Tyr quickly took the first one.
"I'm begining to think you guys don't like me," Raezyr commented, and chuckled quietly to himself as he entered the other room.
"I don't blame them," Anya said from behind him.
"What? A jab from the lady Sith? And here I thought you were only good for a door mat," Raez commented as he stuffed his bag in a storage compartment.
A tingle in the Force was the only warning he had, but it was enough. He moved just slightly to his left as her knife hand slipped past his ribs, inches from where he had been.
He grabbed her wrist with both of his hands and twisted her hand back toward her body, turning to face her in one clean movement. He put downward pressure on her wrist and she dropped the knife and fell down to her knees, her face twisted in pain.
Raezyr released her arm and picked up her vibro-knife.
He stared down at her for a moment, then flipped the knife in his hand so he held the blade and handed it back to her.
He spoke as she took it from him, "You hesitated breifly. That could get you killed. Next time you hesitate in a situation like that, I'll kill you myself."
Tears of hate welled up in her eyes as Raezyr exited the small cabin.
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