STAR WARS: RETROSPECTION- The Hunter

"Safe stance to take in your line of work, I'd say. Simpler for me; I get money from one faction to take up arms against another. Easy money. Maybe you should think about straying down my path sometime."

"Me, taking orders from someone? You know I'm not the soldier type. Give me the money and leave me to my own devices to get the job done, that's how I prefer it."

"Yeah, yeah, well, don't work for the Empire, then. While I'm getting certain benefits from this, they're ordering me around like a stormtrooper! And I'm no stormtrooper, even if I'm just wearing their uniform... but hey, it's a decent job and not too difficult."

Makrus smiles.

"I will keep on pressing for info on Snith. Records may not have much, but people... they might."

"Hah, I'm pretty sure the Empire couldn't pay me enough to work for them. You know how I feel about them..." Rylis says.

"Thanks, Makrus. I hope to be done with this soon but it'll still help."

"No problem. Keep checking your comms, girl. And maybe do some inquiring of your own, once you're back in Mos Eisley. Toodles."

Makrus cuts the connection.

Not long after, Snith calls you back to the engine room to help him fix something else.

Rylis will head back there, then.

"Comms are working fine. What do you need help with now?"

"You were up there for awhile, were they not working before?" Snith asks as you come back. "And just hold this..." He presses a piece of machinery into your hand, which he is replacing with a spare he has found.

"I was, what's your point?" Rylis says, taking the thing.

"Can't just set this down somewhere?"

"If you like," Snith replies. "And it just took you awhile. Everything working, I presume?"

"Everything's fine, nothing seems like it's about to blow up or anything. Just wanted a bit of time to think by myself." Rylis says, setting down the piece.

"How much longer do you think this is going to take?"

"Shouldn't be... much..."

Snith twists something into place and there is a brief hum as the engines power up.

"There we go! Alright then, we've got power! Extra power, good power. So, ready to be off, then?"

"I can't think of any reason to stick around here, let's go."

After several attempts at getting The Last Laugh to start and a few pauses for fixing up a few things in the ship's systems, Snith finally gets the starfreighter to light up its engines and, very slowly, haul its dented frame from its temporary home in the desert sands of the Dune Sea. The charred remains of the Sand People and their mounts roll off the hull as one side dips down when a stabilizer blows, but you get the ship evened out. Then, throwing pressing the lever forward, Snith puts power into the thrusters and the ship jets ahead.

It doesn't take long to reach Mos Eisley; even in this damaged state The Last Laugh is a fast ship. Snith manages to secure a docking bay just three down from his own vessel, four down from yours.

"We're here," Snith says. "And now we wait..."

"I don't think we'll be waiting long once Kyle realizes his precious ship is here..." Rylis says, grinning. "I know his kind of scum and how they are."

"Likely he'll come running..." Snith says. "However, regardless of how quickly you'll be finishing him off, I don't want to be on board the ship when he comes. Not with my priceless treasure here. Do you mind if I run over and deposit it in my ship?"

"I don't really care. Me, I think I'll sit outside to wait for them...no point in hiding on a ship they know better than I do."

Rylis is going to exit the ship, staying just outside of it, and wait for Kyle to turn up.

"Perhaps I'll take them from behind, then?" Snith suggests as he gathers up the little black box that holds the Control. "See you in a second..."

Snith walks out of the hangar, tucking the black box into his cloak and carrying his varied weapons with him.

And now you wait.

Indeed, time to wait.

Rylis is going to draw her pistol now, so that she has to waste no time at all once they arrive.

It is almost like a scene out of a Western when you see three figures approaching down the dusty street that leads to the docking bay. Through the open entrance to the landing site, you spy Kyle and Eerin approaching, side by side, weapons tucked away but within reach. They are accompanied by a man with a well-defined jaw wearing a combat uniform... the man you followed from the bar.

Snith has not yet returned.

"Going to miss the fun?" Rylis says into her comm as the three enter.

"Found a friend?" she calls out, smirking, and immediately takes a shot at Kyle.