Merrick Helmsdottir
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Spice mines were rat warrens built into the earth, layers of labyrinths that criss-crossed through eachother as they dug and dug deeper into Kessel, seeking out every last credits worth of spice.
They had served the Empire for so long, and now in the chaos the Pykes had taken them back. Not for long, apparently.
While command scrambled to decide what needed to happen, this little rebellion in Imperial Hutta was tiresome, and needed to be put down. Or so Merrick had gathered when he'd scanned the briefing. Point was, in his mind, that there were a bunch of Pyke punks holed up in one of thee mines, ones who keeping all that coaxium and spice to themselves. And well, that just wasn't on, as a general rule,
"So uh, prejudice here, extreme? Extreme prejudice? Cause that's the vibe I was getting" Merrick chatted as he checked over his pistol, clipping his lightsaber and his PIPE to his person, ready for the attack as their transport touched down.
He always considered himself a pilot, but with promotion came expectations, like doing the jobs they asked you to do. That hadn't exactly been his plan when he applied.
But, he was here now, and he may as well try and work through it all as he did so.
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