Smuggler Archive

Fixing the viewscreens on board his ship, bad capacitors, Adamm thought about his wife just leaving him. He dismissed the thought as if it happened a long time ago and that she was far, far away, and continued his business. Aparantly, he had to makea shipment to the Aa'kuans before the end of two days time, leaving Adamm with plenty of free time aboard his ship during the hyperspace travel. The big challenge would be making it past Talus space and their scanning teams and patrols.

Arriving in Talus space, Adamm had good faith in the scan-proof compartment he just contructed, all of good quality and worksmanship of course. A scanning Z-95 looked over his ship and gave him the pass through. Adamm visibly relaxed. The trip to the Aa'kuan cave was easy enough from here, and government officials were used to regular shipments to the questionably anti-government organization, so all seemed fine on the horizon. Descending down, Adamm had a feeling as if someting unfavorable would occur during his visit with the Aa'kuans, yet felt assured all would work out.

Hitting the open button for his ship's ramp and stepping onto the beautiful mountains was excellent. Adamm met with an official and soon had the two crates of muon carried off by their workers. The air was nice. Everything seemed calm. After being motioned to follow, Adamm followed this entourage into the cave where the faction lived and into the cave chamber of one of their top leaders to get paid. There was a feeling talking to thisfigurehead that he had much trust in his smuggling work, and that he felt comfortable with Adamm's reputation and record. Perhaps more payment could be weaseled out in the future; quality has its costs right?

Breaking the meeting off, a bustle of noise seemed to come from the mouth of the cave, undoubtedly the event Adamm could feel from before. He heard the sounds of a myriad of hums and a bright luminescence near the mouth cave followed by the scream of an Aa'kuan who was obviously getting attacked.

Something that would change Adamm forever would meet his sight as he rounded around the nearby cave wall, DL-44 in hand. It was common knowledge that Jedi were all but extinct these days, but seeing 10 of them wasn't the problem. It was that they were all as$hats.

Another Aa'kuan fell under the glow of a lightsaber, ripping the body in two. "LOLZERSKATES! Hey Sehporoth? Where is the ring at?," one cackled.

"WTFBBQ? This is a nUB cave," another retorted. "This sUxx0rz!"

Adamm began feeling like he wasn't going to make it out of here alive, but still talking with them was his best option as his blaster was clearly at a lack of wit if he were to talk at them with it instead. Timing was everything...

A Jedi by the name of Daarth Maal complained, "God damnit! We need to go pwn some Rebels in Theed," while another riled, "Instrument Assembly +4???? Does this even work?"

Adamm calmly approached, putting on a face of dissapointment while quickly adapting to this weird subject material the Jedi were babbling, "Hey guys, this cave isn't dropping today. All I got was Dodge +3, Artisan Assembly +4, and some Aa'kuan robes. I've been camping the guy who drops the ring for 3 hours, and NOTHING. I'm not so sure you will find much down here either."

Luckily, the Jedi bought it as they quickly turned around mutering something about Nightsisters or going to fight in the civil war that was raging the galaxy. Who knew the Empire was hiring teams of Jedi to be soldiers? Adamm tucked these thoughts firmlyawayand helped attend the wounded and dead of the Aa'kuan community. Cleaning up such death and injury is never an enjoyable thing.

Their leader, Meritiith Couutil, thanked Adamm immensly, telling him that this occured regularly. Somehow, he said, Adamm was able to use his fast talking to understand and use the dialect spoken by the Jedi in order to ward them off. Meritiith had arelaxed and calmsensation in his belly that they weren't ever coming back, that his people were finally in a safe place. Meritiith treated him to the finest in herb roasted bird and copious amounts of malt liquor.

A hero for a day, Adamm was feeling extremely good, likeenjoying abeautiful sunset back home on Corellia,but this timeenjoying the vibrant company of the good people around him laughing and enjoying dinner. The thoughts of large bands of Jedi intermittently pop into his head though,but quickly and repeatablyrepressed.

Axob Freelight
The non-Jedi are extinct. Their fire has gone out of the universe.