Barack Kataraomai

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"BEEP!!! BEEP!!!! BEEP!!!" Barack slammed his hand down on the alarm and groaned. "3:00 am in the morning?!!!!?!" He exlcaimed with a start as he pulled his blanket up around him trying to keep the cold morning air from covering his body entirely.

Red eyes blinking, he tried to fall back to sleep but knew that he couldn't. Today was an important day. The last day of the rest of his life.
His mobile phone rang, and because he had chosen to sleep with his clothes on and his blaster in his pocket for obvious security reasons he answered it.

"Hey dumbnuts wake up. We gotta get going. You want your credits you overpaid slime, then get your trandoshan ass down here immediately!!!"

The phone hung up with an incessant beep and Barack ended the call. Giving one last look of remorse to his comfortable blanket he got his green scaly legs out of bed and walked down the stairs.

Grabbing all his bounty hunter gear including jet pack, grappling hook, blasters, throwing knives, mobile phone, datapad, couple hundred credits in case of emergency and a few extra trick weapons in hidden places he headed downstairs. He walked outside to his ship the Hornet and punched in a few keys and was off with autopilot on.

"It's more like the first day of the rest of my life!"

He muttered as he put his chair back into a reclining mode and fell to sleep.
 
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