Star Wars: The Expansion

Part 2: Kuat Shipyards

    In a docking bay, in the shipyards of Kuat, a lone mercenary sits on a cantina pub stool and drinks his drink. This was his fourth drink and he was starting to lose some of the feeling in his fingers and some of his senses. 

    Jackson Rango had been out hunting the dune sea when he heard word that his father had left off world with a pair of Jedi. Rather unexpectedly. He had sold off his store to a competitor and took his slave with him. He had decided to search out his father and find out what those Jedi wanted with him

    Jackson drained his fourth and continued to listen to the mercenaries that frequented this pub. 

    “Nah, I am telling you that girl is nothing more than a passing fling.”

    “You don’t get it, the A-34 is vastly superb to the A-37. Faster reloads and a higher temperature allow for more damage output faster.”

    “I bet you can’t match me shot for shot.”

    The usual droll that one would hear among the rabble. Jackson placed money on the counter for his fifth drink, then he heard something interesting come from Mesh Norm mercs.

    “I am telling you, mate, one of the Crimison’s corvettes got taken by surprise and got blasted right out of the void by a transport. Those posers probably got what they deserved.” Laughs from that group filled the cantina.

    Jackson left his drink on the bar and stood up. His other four drinks rush to his head. He wobbled for a moment and sauntered to the group. 

    “You say that the Crimson Brigade lost a corvette?” Jackson burped under his breath. “Could you tell me where their recruitment office is? I might like to join.” 

    The Mesh leader laughed in his face. “Sure, drunkie, go down to docking area thirty-four, their office is down there.”

    Jackson tossed five credits on their table as thanks for the information and walked out of the cantina. 

“Maybe the Crimson will be better with another drunk in their ranks!” The leader shouted as Jackson left.

As he stood in the busy hallway just to the side of the bar, he straightened himself up, chewed a bit off a protein bar and made his way down to docking area thirty-four. The food helped him sober up a little, but it would still be some time before he could walk a straight line properly. Dock thirty four was almost on the other side of the ring, he would have to ride a tram to get there in a feasible amount of time. 

After only three hours, a full protein bar, and a vast amount of drinking water Jackson had sobered up and found the Crimson Brigade’s recruitment office. He waltzed up to the mostly empty desk and started to inquire about any open positions.

“And what are your qualifications for joining the Crimson, sir?” The recruiter asked handing a datapad with a pen attached to Jackson.

“Well I have hunted the Dune Sea out on Tatooine for the past few years and I am seeking something less stressful than that.” 

“You understand that by signing up that you are agreeing to a five year contract?”

Jackson signed the datapad and handed it back to the officer. “It’s not like I got anyone waiting for me at home.”