Kullum watched bewildered as the door to his Cell suddenly slid open..and closed, then opened again.
<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> ...don't have to tell me twice!...<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->
Diving up from his bunk, Kullum launched himself through the narrowing gap just in time before the huge metal door clamped shut again. Glancing around, Kullum gathered himself as he checked for any Guards...
His face taking on a somewhat confused look as he realised there were none...
<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> ..thats odd!...<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->
"..what am I saying!?.."
(he murmured to himself)
<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> ..don't look a gift-horse in the mouth Kullum..<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->
As he cautiously made his way down the corridors, he snorted..this ship was far too sterile for his taste...but then Imperial designers were never reknown for their ...tastes.
Kullum paused mid-thought, as the lights started to flicker on and off,
"..what the!?....something is definately going on here.."
His eyes squinted a little as a shrill alarm started to sound...(Kullum picked up the pace)
<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> ... lets hope they forget about me...<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->
Moving swiftly down the halls, Kullum Cursed aloud as he checked his Chrono, two days he'd been stuck on this ship..
"..two FRELLIN days!..."
The deadline for his connection had passed a day ago, and there would be no catching him now...
Kullum was not looking forward to explaining this small technical hitch to Barakka (his hutt employer)...
After reverting back into realspace too early..he had no choice but to dump his cargo, before the <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> The Carrion<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> had intercepted his ship and had arrested him under suspicion of smuggling...
Kullum cursed again at his bad luck, (but then timing was not his strong point)...
"..hows a guy supposed to make an honest living!?..."
This was all material now, his first priority was to get off this oversized lump of metal...
His attention was alerted to the sound of footsteps clunking towards him further down the hall, Kullum swung around frantically looking for a place to hide..
<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> ...aha!...<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->
Opening the door closest to him he slipped inside, and locked it via a keypad on the wall, through the small porthole on the door he caught a glimpse of a flurry of troops running past.
Relaxing a little he breathed a small sigh of relief...as the sounds of their footsteps gradually disappeared.
Quickly glancing around the room, Kullum froze...
He appeared to be in some kind of changing room, complete with showers and what appeared to be, two dead bodies...
(he crept closer to inspect one...)
<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> ...not bad looking either....now thats a shame...<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->
Cocking his head to one side he observed the other...
<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> ...this must be her sister...<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->
...But what was lying next to her interested him more...
<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> ..her Blaster!...<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->
"...maybe my lucks changing after all..."
Picking it up Kullum inspected it closely as he stood up, and a small grin crept across his face..
This smile disappeared quickly however , as a stern voice interrupted him from behind..
<!--EZCODE BOLD START--> ..FREEZE!...Turn around...slowly!..<!--EZCODE BOLD END-->
Kullum complyed..
His face seemed to drop , as his eyes met the barrel of a Blaster , and the face of a Guard.
<!--EZCODE BOLD START--> ...drop the gun..<!--EZCODE BOLD END-->
The gravity of Kullum's predicament suddenly dawned upon him as he followed the Guards line of sight, which had focused on the two dead women...then back to the Gun Kullum was holding...
<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> ...Frell....<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->
Kullum dropped the gun, and smiled nervously, and struggled to think of an explanation...
He held his hands up, and winced as he spoke the first thing that came to mind...
"...they were like that when I found them!...."