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- Ferol Casto
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Setting:
Aboard the dim-lit Repulsor train, Dex Sixir stood with a hint of frustration, contemplating his decision to embark on this journey. As he peered through the window, the endless expanse of sand on Tatooine stretched before him – a place he had no desire to be. Duty, however, compelled him. The Pykes were on the decline, and safeguarding their spice transport was imperative. Before the journey, Dex had briefly considered the risks but dismissed the idea of challenging the Pyke leaders; it seemed futile. The looming threat of Sand People was not lost on him, a potential menace that could disrupt their progress. The desert dunes harbored dangers, yet the Pykes, despite their recent struggles, had amassed enough credits and resources to fund this precarious delivery. Yet, the Tuskens weren't the sole peril. The New Republic's disdain for the Pykes, supplying pure spice for illicit drugs, added another layer of danger. It wasn't just about evading Sand People raids; they were now on the radar of outlaws seeking justice. Dex, contemplating the unexpected turn of the Pykes into a life of crime, knew that desperate times called for desperate measures. As he brooded over these thoughts, Dex was abruptly jolted into action by the urgent call of the driver, "Dex, get here! Quick! I need help!" An unsettling summons. He rose deliberately, CC-240 in hand, signaling to two other Pykes in the car. Together, they moved stealthily across the train floor. Opening the car door, two compartments away from the driver's cabin, Dex cautiously pointed his blaster inside, finding nothing. Anticipation hung in the air as he pondered what would unfold next. |