A Scoundrel's Reward
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				Title: <strong>A Scoundrel's Reward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>23-02-2008, 21:17:51</strong>
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				The pounding of boots is everywhere. It echoes through the streets and down alleys, seeming to spread through the entire Imperial sector. The figure running from them ducks down one of the side streets and pauses, panting.<br><br>Teegan Stross is in trouble. She clutches the pain in her side, doubling over and leaning back against the slimy wall, cursing the decision to come to Corellia. She knew better. She <em>knew</em> better. Ducking her head, she pulls her hand away from her side, examining the blaster wound there. It's not too bad, but it <em>hurts</em>, which means her concentration will be blown all to hell. Just what she needs. Hearing the sound of booted footsteps approaching, she moves again, ducking out the other side of the alley and heading quickly for the spaceport. CorSec will have been alerted by Imperial forces, so she keeps an eye out for the distinctive uniforms of Corellia's defence force, mingling with the crowd and trying not to hunch too badly. Making her way to the docking bay, she starts to look for ships for rent, bypssing the larger ones and ... ah. There's one.<br><br>Checking out the ship as she walks, she nods. It seems to be in good repair, and should be reliable. Teegan straightens, doing her best to ignore the shot to her side. She rearranges the fabric draped around her torso, making sure the burn marks don't show before she approaches what she thinks is the pilot. Tossing her long blonde hair out of her face, the slight woman does her best to draw to her full height of 5'6", her green eyes narrowing a little as she tries to affect the aura of command that so few people seem inclined to disobey. "You! Pilot!" She stops by the boarding hatch. "I want to speak to the owner of this ship. I want to know how reliable it is, and how soon you can leave this Emperor-forsaken planet." She sees an edge of movement around the ship, so she knows there's someone there... he'd better not ignore her. "I want to go back to Imperial Center as soon as possible." It may be the Emperor's capital, but it's also one of the most crowded, massive planets in the galaxy, which makes it an excellent hiding place. If she can get a ride ...
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