Date: Sun, 20 Apr 1997 12:17:33 -0400
From: Jerrik Thyne <jerrikthyne@GEOCITIES.COM>
Subject: [SW-RPG] STORY: The Slave Wars Part Two
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        After he had satisfied the stormtroopers, by opening every crate of
cargo onboard, Zilar was forced to let the "official" have a look at his
droid. It was an old, beat-up R2 unit who was hardwired into the ship,
placed into a special groove in the corner of the cockpit.
        "Are these modifications standard to this model of droid?"
        "No, they aren’t"
        "Did you do them yourself?"
        "Yes sir. Just last week I hard wired him in."
        "When did you get this ship?"
        "One and a half standard weeks ago."
        "Did you have any modifications done to the ship?"
        "Uhh… yes."
        "What sort of modifications?"
        "Well, there are some sensors in the other command pod… and there is a
small cold storage unit in the back cargo hold."
        "Any weapons on this ship?"
        "Uhh…" by now, sweat was dripping down Zilar’s face, and his hands were
cold and clammy. He had a real bad feeling that he wasn’t going to live the
long and free life that he had wanted. "Uhh… there is a concussion missile
launcher and an ion cannon emplacement up front, and there are two quad
laser cannon turrets."
        "Are these standard modifications?"
        "I don’t know."
        "Well now… they aren’t. Do you have the necessary permits for these weapons?"
        "Do I need them?" The sour feeling in his stomach suddenly strengthened as
he saw the official wince.
        "Yes, you do. But according to this datapad, you do have the permits. Do
you have permits for the droid’s modifications though?"
        "No… do I need them? How much will they cost?"
        "Actually, you don’t need them. I just wanted you to feel nervous." The
short pudgy man looked around nervously, then lowered his voice. "When you
leave Tatooine, go to the Itani system, and stop at Darknon Station. In the
Van Serai Hotel, there is a human named Jerrik Thyne. He’s tall and thin,
and he has soft gray eyes. When you meet him, give him this holo, and tell
him that ‘the desert is raining blood, and the wind screams out in pain’. He
will know what it means."
        "What do I get for this?"
Now, the official’s face broke into a grin. "I don’t turn you over to the
stormtroopers, and he will join your crew. But you must go about this on
your own. I must leave now." With that, he left, leaving behind a small
holo, and bringing the stormtroopers with him.
"Dang, now I have to clean all the sand out of the airscrubbers again!"

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