Sebby
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Naboo, Nighttime
The small freighter Nolan stole from Nar Shaddaa had been serving him well. Although it didn't have any combat capabilities, it did enough to get him from one side of the galaxy to the other. After all, it'd be weird for him to pawn off his loot on the same planet. It was safer to jump between planets to make more credits without raising too much suspicion. After the bounty on him got out of control, Nolan changed his strategy when it came to thievery. He began making masks to cover his face and wearing a cloak and gloves. Each time, he wore a different mask. The bounty on "Nolan Lowe" got lower and lower, but now there were new bounties to find out his identity and bring him in.
Nolan had a small rule that he only pulled heists on wealthy people. He'd steal whatever their most prized possession was and pawn it off on another planet. His most recent one was a wealthy trader from Coruscant. The man owned a decorated vase with tons of valuable jewels on it, apparently passed down through his family. It was tough to get past the security on his property, but he managed to take the vase.
Now, Nolan had made his way to Naboo. He didn't bother to wear a mask or a cloak, as he didn't feel the need to. After landing his ship in a hangar, he made his way to a nearby pawn shop. He was a little surprised that it was still open at this time of night, and even more surprised at the amount of customers. Nolan made his way to the counter and pulled out the vase from his bag before setting it on the counter.
"I'm looking to sell this," He told the attendant. "How much would it be worth?"
The attendant examined the vase for a few minutes. "Hm, how about thirty thousand credits? By the way, where did you get this? It's so detailed."
Nolan put on a smile. "Oh, it was my grandmother's," He replied. "But I'm pretty tight on money right now, so I gotta sell what I can. How about forty thousand?" He leaned forward, resting an arm on the counter.
"Thirty-five, final offer," The attendant said, and Nolan agreed with a nod. Thirty-thousand credits wasn't bad at all. He didn't even realize the jewels were worth that much.
With his newly earned credits, Nolan stepped out of the pawn shop and walked down the street to find a place to stay for the night. With his hands in his pockets, he looked up at the night sky. In the past five years, he felt more free than he did in his entire life. Since the bounties didn't weigh him down as much, he didn't have to run constantly. As he became lost in his thoughts, he bumped into someone. "Gah! What the hell?"
@Galen Mareck