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The rugged, young man walked into the cantina with his new 'associate' and 'partner-in-crime.'  The idea of a partner wasn't one that ever came to his mind before, but now that he got to know her, it wasn't so bad.  Not only was Yazmin incredibly charming, but she made for a pretty good thief at times.  He couldn't exactly remember how to the got intertwined in each other's business, but there was no doubt about it that they were both committing some kind of crime and needed each other's help to get out of it.  As they made their way to the table, he opened up his mouth to continue their earlier conversation, his tone kept low for only her to hear.  [color=Olive]"I'm telling you, we need to get ourselves our own ship.  I can't keep smuggling those weird 'Forcey' artifacts in those public transports.  I may not be a smart man, but I know when it's time to stop before we get caught."[/color]  Such a claim was true, both on his intelligence and his wisdom of their situation.  The young man was hardly an intellectual, less-so than the average citizen that you would expect from a majorly developed planet or area.  Of course, on his planet on Ord Mantell and the island of Avilatan, education wasn't a major concern for many.  The planet had practically become a junkyard, aside from the rural areas.

[color=Olive]"Just trust me on this.  I may not have learned much, but if there is one thing that I taught myself, it's how to work a starship and how to get a good one."[/color]  As they sat down, he put his finger down on to the table, staring her right in the eyes.  [color=Olive]"Courier-class yacht, perfect for smuggling.  It comes with firelinked forward mounted light blasters cannons and a firelinked turreted light blaster cannon with a one-hundred and eighty degree arc that can shoot to our rear.  Best of all, here's the kicker: we can modify it for our specific needs.  Better engines, more armaments, more luxury, whatever we could want.  The only downside is...it costs 185,000 Credits.  We can start making that money any time we want though and save up for it.  Besides...with you pickpocketing everywhere we go, we'll need our own ship to escape from.  Imperial Troopers will stop any public transport we board to find us if we get ourselves an infamous enough reputation.  Corellia is a starship-loving planet too, so they're bound to have something like that for sale somewhere around here.  How does that sou-"[/color]

His conversation with Yazmin was cut short by the approach of a brunette.  Looking over at Yazmin, then back to the stranger, Gaelden listened quietly to her offer.  [color=Olive][i]What a stroke of luck,[/i][/color], he thought.  [color=Olive][i]We'll get those Credits in no time.[/i][/color]  The possibility of making easy cash was something that gripped his attention, but he had grown wise over his adventures in the galaxy.  The lack of information on this task intrigued him, but made him cautionary as he leaned back in his seat.  [color=Olive]"Well, that depends.  How much are we getting paid and what exactly are we doing, ma'am?"[/color]  Hilariously, it was easy to tell that Gaelden was from some backwater part of his homeplanet.  Without the requirement of whispering, his accent came in full bloom as he spoke up.  It was honestly a little silly, but seemed to fit the 'cantina' and 'criminal activity' theme just fine, strangely enough.  Either way, it was clear as day that this young man wasn't from around these parts.