Where Anyone is Possible
*Walking along the hallway of my ship I come to the view window looking out sighing. Galactic war was imminent, the Galactic Empire had taken over most of the galaxy including various smaller factions absorbing them into its ranks.
There was a new tax on everything, to pay for the upcoming cost of the war. There were some rebel forces calling themselves The Retributors. I hear a beeping from the AI pilot of my ship and I walk over to it sitting down in the pilots seat. We had arrived at Coruscant and I make contact with the GE air traffic control requesting to dock at the commercial district.
After transferring a small fee of 100 credits to dock down I head into the nearest bar needing a drink to get my mind of my last job. It didn't go down so well. I was a small time smuggler occasionally bringing in goods from Sevarcos II, but had my ass busted by Imperial forces. It was nothing though compared to what could have happened if I had been stopped by raiders.
They would have taken my stuff and killed me. Or worse, raped me and then killed me and taken my spice. The bar goes silent as I enter looking around before continuing with their usual business. I walk over to the bar and sit down ordering a Corellian ale.*
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