Livin' on the Edge
I had everything packed up and ready to go. I had my DT-12 (the same blaster Greedo used), my replica orange vest, and enough of Mother's packed lunches to last a lifetime. The only thing left for me to do was leave a note.
Ok, fine, so I was sneaking out. Maybe I told Mother and Father I was leaving in the morning. I hate goodbyes, they always get too emotional. Mother would start her crying, and somehow find a way to nag me through the tears, and Father would launch into one of his patented speeches that didn't have anything to do with anything at all. I loved them, and I was going to miss them dearly, but I felt it would be best if I just gave them a call when I got safely off planet.
Father was letting me borrow his ship. 'Not one single scratch' he had said, 'but most importantly be safe.' I decided not to tell him about all of the awesome shoot-outs I planned on getting into, because those would involve both danger and plenty of scratches. I'd just have to get the ship repaired before coming back, that would be easy enough.
As I loaded my gear into the ship, I took one last look at the Rodian skyline. I assumed I would grow to miss all the familiar sights, but it sure would be nice to see something other than a swamp for a change. I took one last look at my home, and something compelled me to wave goodbye. It was a silly, meaningless gesture, but it certainly helped ease the guilt I was feeling about sneaking out in the middle of the night.
I climbed in, reached into my pocket, and pulled out a wrinkled, grainy image of an infamous smuggler by the name of Han Solo. I had slipped it out of a fellow bounty hunter's pocket earlier that night at the cantina after she had proven less than helpful.
The cantina was the place to be if you were scummy or if you really loved your vices. More often than not, the two went hand in hand. So of course, being a scummy Rodian myself, I spent a great deal of my free time there, sharing tales of adventure and dangerous criminal activity. You know, bounty hunter stuff. Not that I had any tales to share yet, I mostly just listened. But that was all about to change after I tracked down my first bounty.
That night, there had been a particularly… experienced looking group of Rodian bounty hunters seated at the bar, and I couldn't help but overhear their conversation. They were talking about a very dangerous man from Corellia who was responsible for the slaughter of a group of Rodians and had quite the large bounty on his head. I didn't catch the amount, but I wasn't in this for the money. Greedo wouldn't care about the money. It was all about the chase.
The angry looking female in the middle of the group appeared to be in charge, so I decided my questions were best directed to her. I walked up behind her and tapped her gently on the shoulder.
'Hey there!', I said, 'I couldn't help but overhear you. Who is this horrible man, and where can I find him?'
The entire cantina fell silent. The group all set down their drinks, and looked at me sternly. I was prepared for confrontation, and put on my best 'Don't Fuck with Me' face, but instead they all burst out laughing.
'Go home kid', the leader said. 'You're prying into matters you have no business getting involved in.'
'No need to be so condescending, I'm just offering to help.'
'Listen, usually we would kill someone for trying to weasel in on our bounty,' she said, matter-of-factly, 'but I have a rule against killing children. Go home before you get yourself hurt.'
'I'll go home, right after you tell me where I can find Han Solo.'
She stood up abruptly and before I could react I felt a cold blaster under my chin.
'You better watch your tone, kid. Do you even know who you're talking to?'
I smiled as best I could with her weapon pressing my jaw upward. 'No, I didn't catch your name. I'm Tseedo, nice to meet you!' I stuck out my hand in greeting. 'And you are?'
She scowled down at me, but I could almost make out the hint of a smile.
'You've got guts. I like that. But this is no place for you, you wouldn't make it in this business. If Solo didn't dispose of you, one of a thousand others would, each more dangerous than the last. If you value your life, you'll stay at home with Mommy and Daddy.'
'Noted, thanks!' For the record, I didn't, but I had used up most of my luck for the day. I made for the door, but not before "accidentally" bumping into one of the angry lady's associates and also "accidentally" taking the picture of Han Solo from his pocket.
'Woops, my bad. Have a nice day!' I said, right before shutting the door.
Back in my ship, I studied the picture in my hands, and then placed it on the dashboard. Go big or go home, I thought to myself, and I had been at home my entire life. It was time for some adventure. It was time for some danger.
It was time to find me a Han Solo.