Smuggler’s Run

A Bright red Kom’kr-class transport flew towards the battle over New Tython at a steady pace. It was only 200 kilometers from the planet. The ship was called the Lobster. It was an older ship, maybe two decades old. The ship had some dents and dings, but looked nearly new, despite the countless jobs it had been on.

Inside sat four men. One an older smuggler, and co-pilot of the ship, Darius. He was a middle age human, with grey hair covered by a floppy hat. Controlling one of the guns was the middle aged Gand Akrios, who was one of the original smugglers aboard the vessel twenty years ago. Across from him on another gun was Crasis a Zabrak of about eighteen years, and a friend of the current leader. The Pilot and leader of the smuggling group, was a sixteen year old Nautolan named Scheat.

“Scheat we are nearing the battle over New Tython. May I remind you that this ship has never seen major combat before?” asked an aging Human, Darius.

The blue skinned Nautolan Jedi, and smuggler, Scheat, who was incharge of the ship laughed. “Darius we may have never seen battle, but our enemy hasn’t seen us. What is the big deal?”

“Sir, incase you don’t know we are flying in with only Clan Odan-Urr knowing who we are. I just got word over the comlink that clan Arcona is fighting on our side.” Darius replied. “I would rather not be shot down in a two on one battle due to confusion!”

“Darius, we will be fine. Alot worse has happened to this baby.” Scheat replied. “Akrios, Crasis, we are heading in. Keep the guns ready.”

“Yes sir,” the Gand and the Zabrak said in unison.

“Scheat,” Darius continued. “Arcona is the Shadow Clan, can they be trusted?”

“Well that depends. Are they slavers?” Scheat answered.

“Sir I hardly think that is the most pertinent thing here. The rumors I have heard while we engage in these smuggling runs… Arcona are brutal and they are not called the Shadow Clan for nothing. But no. Not to my knowledge.” Darius replied.

“Darius, if they are not slavers, we do not care. If Odan-Urr has sided with them then we can trust them for now. Ok 150 klics out. Crasis, Akrios ready the turrets.” Scheat called out. “Darius you are my co-pilot, and since my father died you and Akrios have been father figures in my life, but sometimes you have to trust me. I’m not the same kid I was six years ago. I am a Jedi now. Even though Arcona is the ‘dark side’ it doesn’t mean we can’t be allies.”

“Scheat, i know you are different from the other Jedi. I know you don’t care about the dark or light, as long as you are helping people, but your mother was a Jedi, and yes I know she died last year, and she knew that the Dark side was not to be trusted.” Darius said in a fatherly manner.

“Darius. I may not have as much knowledge as you,” Scheat said. “But sometimes you just have to trust people. Now if i find out any of these folks are slavers or work with slavers, we will leave. Its the only reason I will leave. 100 klics out. Crasis Akrios, do you have anything we can shoot at yet?”

“Not yet,” responded the Zabrak.

“Damn. We will have to get closer. I truly wish we couldn’t damage this ship. It's too beautiful,” Laughed the Nautolan. “Any as for your worried Darius, we can’t change what has been done. Only what will be done. My youth may be an asset in this alliance. I haven’t had time to get all grouchy as most other Jedi. either that or it's because I’m a smuggler and like to bend and break rules. This hasn’t seemed to affect your decisions before Darius, so why now?”

The Human merely shrugged. “I don’t know Scheat. I just don’t want you to die because you didn’t know what you were getting into. The shadow Clan could eat you alive. There are many more skilled than you unfortunately. I’m worried about your safety.”

“My safety?!” Scheat exclaimed laughing. “I have out flown trandoshan Slavers because it was fun. I have almost died about a hundred times and now you are worried about my safety?”

“We knew what we were getting into before. Now we are clueless to the enemy. I don’t like it.” Darius replied almost offhandedly.

“You may be right. I’ll watch my back and all. 50 meters and closing. Everyone get ready for some fun!”