____You must have had your doubts when I left Ryloth for a smidgen of fame and heaps of fortune? Well, it is with great pride that I share a little secret with you—I’m currently the richest member of our family. Yes, my cunning has paid off and I am the smug owner of over 10,000 credits. Yes, you read that correctly. 10k, sister dear.
It was a good day…
____The guys wanted to scout out a potential trade route in uncharted territory. We had M8 and WD astrogating for us—big mistake. First the homicidal droid loses us in deep space, swerves us into mynock breeding grounds, and then nearly careens the Vo Witch into an official freighter! Thanks to Bandars stalling on the com system and Naz’s piloting skills, we escape being searched. Sometimes I wonder if WD is in on M8’s plan of omnicide…
____By now, I’m lost, but we stop on a planet they are familiar with, Etti IV. After a demeaning docking experience with local pest control, we are free to explore a bit. I had to pack light, but none of the officials noticed my hidden blaster ;) As the guys headed off to go buy toys, WD intercepted me on my way to the casinos and warned me to surreptitiously comlink the word “fruit” in case of emergency. Hah—I guess fruit must not come up often in droids’ vocabularies.
____The Free Flight Dance Dome caught my eye. Talik, you would’ve loved dancing here! They controlled the gravity to augment the experience. I was here to scam suckers, however. I noticed a table of well-dressed people in the corner already playing cards. Sitting at the table was a stunning woman with iridescent skin; a nervous, slimy Salamander; a grizzled, oily-haired hulking human, and a run-of-the-mill droid.
____I acted the part of naïve, lucky winner from the casino next door. All but the salamander agreed to my opening bid of 1000 credits. I won the first hand with no problem whatsoever. A round of drinks on me seemed the
smug polite thing to do.
The stakes kept rising, however, and my usual ‘flair’ for sabbac wasn’t producing the usual results. Those bastards must be cheating me!
____To avoid a scene, I calmly offered the greedy droid the option to restore us our money and leave quietly… It took off running.
____I was prepared for this and managed a glancing blow to his side with my bola. A bundle of credits fell to the floor and in the commotion of the droid racing out the door, I tucked away half into my sleeve. With the remaining 4000 credits, I retreated to the table and in an act of selflessness, proceeded to split the money between the four of us. With an air of tragic disappointment, I left the club and once out the door, I yelled “fruit” in to the comlink, sprinted down an alley to try and catch the thieving bastard. I gave more details to WD and minutes later, rounded a bend just in time to see Bandar tackling the droid. A flurry of movements ensued: WD threatening the droid, Naz scooping up money, and Gav shooing passerby. All their movements ceased when the droid uttered its owner’s name: Ploovo.
____Apparently, he’s one of their seedy business partners. WD staunchly refused Gav and my suggestions to wipe the droid’s memories and to walk away with the money. Naz, Bandar, and WD wanted to meet with Ploovo and maintain positive business connections. I continue to sulk all the way back until we arrive at the Free Flight Dance Dome. Uhhh… they walk right in. My strategy at this point is to hide myself behind Gav’s bulky frame. When I realize he is walking straight towards the table I gambled with I begin to frantically pull on Gav’s shirt. He shrugs me off and sidles right up the scarred man and proceeds to politely call out Ploovo for sabbac-hustling with his droid. The woman looks shocked and as Ploovo slowly stands up and towers over Gav, I realize we—but especially I—am in trouble.
____Ploovo leads us to a private table where I become trapped between Gav and a surly bouncer. As Ploovo chastises Gav, Naz begins to pile the recovered money on the table.
____Every. Last. Credit.
____I am stunned. The group of treasure hunters I chose to ally myself with has just given away a heap of money—no, MY money! (I’m the one who flushed the credit-laden droid out to be captured by Bandar in the first place). No wonder they live in a wrecked ship and eke out a living by running errands. They GIVE AWAY money!
____I continue to glare at each of them even as Naz bargains with Ploovo to “allow” me to keep 2000 credits from the heap on the table. To show no hard feelings, they even agree to run another errand and deliver cargo… for free.
____As we leave the club, I guess I should be happy with the 10k credits I have safely tucked away. But I can’t help the nagging feeling that these guys maybe aren’t as ambitious as I’d thought. So much for sharing the info on my heist job…
____On the bright side, it was an exhilarating day! I’m finally making some hard-earned money. I must beg your patience again, Talik, as I won’t risk sending money to you all until I can be certain it will arrive. Hang in there.