08-21-2017, 12:18 AM
(This occurs after visiting Davin on the way to Avalon)
Bay sat in the cockpit of the 'Castaway's Hope', a data pad lay on his lap as he jotted down some numbers and smiled. He closed the file depicting fuel costs and credits earned and looked up at the swirling blue of hyperspace. He spotted Cox's ship ahead with the two smaller fighters the jedi had brought along. They were a formidable force for any loot hungry pirates.
Bay leaned back and placed his hands behind his back and sighed with relief. Having these people around had almost made the debacle at Coruscant bearable. Assassins, rapists, slaves, and politicians was all that he had experienced from the 'heart of civilization' and he was very glad they were behind them.
He felt bad for the clones, almost guilty, but the universe wasn't a fair place and sometimes you got dealt a bad hand. He wasn't going to waste time worrying about everyone else when he had to worry about himself or the people he cared about. Once he had a safe harbor, a huge cache of credits, and a private droid army, then he'd consider it.
And he now felt he was making his way towards that very goal. He had a ship, a handful of droids, a group of powerful force users to protect him, and some legitimate seed money. The only thing that bothered him was about what came next. How long until he was being shot or threaten at again?
He reached over to a button and opened the door to the cockpit. Maybe he could pick the brain of someone who passed by.
Bay sat in the cockpit of the 'Castaway's Hope', a data pad lay on his lap as he jotted down some numbers and smiled. He closed the file depicting fuel costs and credits earned and looked up at the swirling blue of hyperspace. He spotted Cox's ship ahead with the two smaller fighters the jedi had brought along. They were a formidable force for any loot hungry pirates.
Bay leaned back and placed his hands behind his back and sighed with relief. Having these people around had almost made the debacle at Coruscant bearable. Assassins, rapists, slaves, and politicians was all that he had experienced from the 'heart of civilization' and he was very glad they were behind them.
He felt bad for the clones, almost guilty, but the universe wasn't a fair place and sometimes you got dealt a bad hand. He wasn't going to waste time worrying about everyone else when he had to worry about himself or the people he cared about. Once he had a safe harbor, a huge cache of credits, and a private droid army, then he'd consider it.
And he now felt he was making his way towards that very goal. He had a ship, a handful of droids, a group of powerful force users to protect him, and some legitimate seed money. The only thing that bothered him was about what came next. How long until he was being shot or threaten at again?
He reached over to a button and opened the door to the cockpit. Maybe he could pick the brain of someone who passed by.