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Letters to Home 2

coruscant.jpgMy Dearest Jalen,
Hey, flyboy! As saying goes, things are always done faster on Coruscant. Never has this been truer than when we arrived. Actually, we weren’t initially headed to that particular destination, yet fate had other plans in mind. What started out so simple quickly became a whirlwind of chaos.
We were travelling along a regular route when a signal broke the idle dullness. A freighter had incurred major damage after being beset upon by pirates. The pirates prey was lame prize as they had nothing of consequent value. Zan came in and offered aid and they forwarded us their part of a contract to deliver spring water to Coruscant. I never knew there was value in such simple things yet there are places I’m sure it’s a valued commodity. Needless to say I tried my hand in investing in futures thereof. Perhaps my father’s entrepreneurship is finally setting in.
In any event we extracted the cargo and took it to its destination. It was simple exchange and we profited reasonably. Upon arrival Deshaun wished to take some liberties about the planet and others wanted to simply get off the ship. It had been a long travel after all and I was not arguing the need to get out and have a break away from the confines of the ship.
This wasn’t my first trip to Coruscant, though a different sector than I was used to. It wasn’t a bad experience by any means, just more on the commercial and industrial side. I aimlessly moved about letting modest indulgencies lead me to and fro. That was until my associates embroiled themselves into another debacle. I’m not sure how it all started but Zan called for a meet up with Jack, Bruce, Kas, and Deshaun. Business, no doubt, or so I thought. I wasn’t needed need upfront, so I paid it little mind, till I heard the blaster shot over the comm.
Zan and the others are wise to keep open channel on comms whenever the go into an appointment with a potential vendor as many are rather “shady”. Not to say we are doing anything outright illegal, but some of these exchanges have been, well, questionable in nature. I know all too well the need to not ask too many questions and reserve myself to me role. I digress. It goes without saying the “all hell broke loose” in the assembly. Shots were exchanged in a running gun fight and my fellows made a hasty departure, only to be further pursued through the hectic traffic lanes. Again, a violent exchange was had but they were able to flee from their assailants.
I returned to the ship, knowing I would no doubt need to undo the damage that had been done unto them. It wasn’t bad yet still distressing. Once my services had been rendered, they set off to make an exchange. I knew I dare not stray far as this would no doubt be round two… I guess three technically. I stay by the comm to eavesdrop. What happened next was as unorthodox as it was comical. Their receiving party was being detained by ISB officers due to a terrorist attack on a public transport platform had occurred. In a twisted turn of events, Deshaun took to a speeder craft and barreled it wildly through the lanes to cause a distraction. The diversion, ironically, worked. Foolish on his part yet clever nonetheless. Deshaun is certainly full of surprises. Kas was able to wrench Deshaun from the clutches of the ISB patrol and they went to the lower level to flee. They rejoined later and the rest returned to the Ulysses.
I know not the particulars of the exchange but the R5 unit set about working on a data pad. Apparently, it was the egg hiding the details of what was transpiring. In the end, it was bounty contract. Bruce was all about it for he took to the business of collecting imbursement for fugitives. So much hassle for such an odd endeavor. We are far from being outlaw retrieval specialist, though if it were up to some of the others, whatever pays is what they occupy their time and energies.
In the random bedlam the others brought about, there was media splattering their acts across the holo-boards and displays all across the sector and every point in between. It was time to discreetly make our departure. With no sense of direction and not wanting jump from one heated issue to another we deliberated on options. I could only think of one with the fewest problems to handle and that was to head for Naboo.
So yes, I will be coming home, shortly. I cannot wait to see you. I haven’t quite considered how I am going to approach my parents, but I will have a little time to hash that out. Listen to me, having to scheme and plot how I am going to speak to my parents; they are my parents! Ha-Ha! Regardless, I did want to forewarn you, opposed to simply surprising you at an inopportune time. I am anxiously awaiting to see you again.



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