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Aiming to Misbehave
Name: Quinn Mcclaron
Age: 36
Species: Human
Homeworld: Corellia
Affiliation: The Waste Rangers
Profession: Troublemaker
Side Arm: SI600-R Heavy Blaster Pistol
Ship: The Corellian Jewel
Force Sensitive: No
"I don't usually do this whole interview thing, but since you gentlemen went through all the trouble to get me here..."
The man's voice was cut off by the security agent across from him slamming his drink down.
"Do you have any idea how serious this is? How many trade treaties you just broke?"
"... Six?"
The Security agent slammed his fist on the desk next, causing the drink to jump and spill on the cheap metal of the desktop. He leaned across the table and pointed his finger right into the man's face.
"Really cute. You wont be so cute when we finish with you. You'll be lucky to see light again when I'm through with you!"
The man smirked a little and leaned back.
"You just keep tellin' yourself that, sunshine. But I'll be on my way soon enough and you'll be feelin' really silly."
"One more word out of you and I'll-"
"You'll what? Wave your drink around some more? Bet the boss man wouldn't like you drinkin' on the job."
The Security Officer turned the most brilliant shade of red, then started laughing to himself.
"Quinn, how many times we gonna do this dance? Last month it was the whole military ration's thing. What was it this time? Something equally ridiculous I'll bet."
The man, now Identified as Quinn, leaned across the table. His bound hands rested gently on the metal and he smirked.
"One, they werent military rations. They were Civilian rations that the military were holding for me. Two, It was for a good cause. And three, Nothing I do is Ridiculous. Not countin' that business on Cato Nemoidia. That... That doesnt count. Never wearin' a dress again, I tell you."
"You didnt answer my Question."
"You're right. I didnt. It was Medical supplies, ones that ought to have gone to the outer rim. I caught some sleemo smuggler pinching them from a shipment... So I pinched em right back. Along with a bit of his own deliveries. I'll bet the hutts arent happy with him."
The Security Agent sighed in resignation, leaning back in the chair and pinching his nose.
"Karking hell, Quinn. It isn't your job to police the whole verse. Or any of it. You're just one man."
"Never stopped me before. Now, are we going to do this all day? Cause I'm really sleepy. And I haven't had anything to drink in a few hours, so I'm practically dyin' here."
The man across from Quinn took one look at the papers in front of him, then looked back at Quinn. With a sigh of resignation he pulled out his lighter and placed flame to papers.
"If you are off my world in Twenty Minutes, I won't have seen anything. Crystal?"
"Come on, It's like you don't know me at all."
"Crystal?"
"Yeah, We're clear."
Quinn reached down and unhooked the restraints himself, having picked the key off of his friend the Agent while he wasnt looking, and rubbed his wrists. The Agent slid him his affects, and Quinn belted on his pistol and utility pack.
"Goodbye"
"See Ya soon"
"Don't say that..."
~~End of Record~~
Not much is known about Quinn Mcclaron's origins, other than the fact that he was born on Corellia. From an early age, the boy showed an aptitude for Piloting. Even for a Corellian, there wasnt much he couldnt fly. Although usually his flying took him right into some kind of trouble or another. As soon as he was able to leave home Quinn was out in the world and trying to make a name for himself as a spacer and pilot. Unfortunately his first trip out was met by a lovely boarding party of pirates. Quinn, being Quinn, tried to save as many of the crew as he could by surrendering. Tried and failed, since the pirate captain had them all executed as witnesses anyways. Quinn only survived after slipping from his bonds and into one of the pirate ship's escape pods. Since that day, Quinn has held a strong sense of justice and personal honor. If something isnt right, he aims to fix it. Even if that means misbehaving...
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