Hard Knock Life (Closed RP)

[Vekaar Vekin]

<font color=silver>Life is meant to be hard. Or so that's what they told him. He never knew the luxiorious side of life. He never had oppurtunities and benefits. He had to work and survive all his life. When he thinks about all he's been through and then compares it to the life of another he laughs. Many times he thought someone had put a curse on him. This very well may be the case. But he doubts it.

He is Vekaar Vekin. Born on the planet Tatooine, he was abandoned by his parents at the frail age of 7. Disowned like common spacejunk. When he saw how the other children lived peacefully with their parents, he didn't know what to feel. Should he feel happy for them? Jealous towards them? Angry that he never had any parents to tuck him in at night? He felt nothing at all.

After his parents abandoned him he was forced to find a job at the Mos Eisley Spaceport. This is where the story begins...

[Vekaar Vekin]

<font color=silver>Vekaar had just turned 9 years old one standard week ago. He had found a new job, though it wasn't exactly all that pleasant. His job was to clean up after hours in the infamous Mos Eisley cantina. He had to scrub the vomit and blood off of tables and floors and wash glasses. Not exactly a dream job, though the credits he made allowed him to survive.

He got accustomed to sleeping in the day and working late at night. He found an abandoned building and decided to stay there. Vekaar knew he was going to die sooner or later. He just didn't know when.

[Vekaar Vekin]

<font color=silver>On his way to work one night, Vekaar encountered some trouble that would forever change his life. A tall Gran and a humanoid were exiting the cantina. They appeared to be drunk. Vekaar sank into the alley, somewhat interested in what they were saying.

<font color=yellow>Gran: "Thank you my friend for those last two drinks."

<font color=blue>Humanoid: "Don't think twice. They were my treat. Let's hide in that alley and wait for the kid as planned. He comes around this time at night."

<font color=silver>Were they talking about Vekaar? He could feel a lump form in his throat. What did they want with him? He was poor street trash. Vekkar didn't own anything of value.

He pushed all these thoughts away and figured they were talking about someone else. After all, he'd never seen these two before.

Vekaar casually walked out of the shadows. That's when all the trouble began.

[Vekaar Vekin]

<font color=silver>The Gran was the first to spot him. He nudged his friend and pointed. Vekaar walked at a steady pace toward the cantina. Before he could reach the door, a hard hand clamped down on his shoulder.

<font color=yellow>Gran: "Hey! Are you the Vekin kid?"

<font color=silver>Vekaar: "Who wants to know?"

<font color=yellow>Gran: "Look. Don't get smart mouthed with me. I have no time to play games."

<font color=silver>Vekaar: "Yes I am Vekin."

<font color=blue>Humanoid: "Great. Come with us."

<font color=silver>The Gran grabs Vekaar's arm and begins to drag him.

<font color=silver>Vekaar: "Wait a second! Where in the worlds are you taking me?"

<font color=blue>Humanoid: "To Jabba's Palace."

<font color=silver>A lump formed in Vekaar's throat. What did the famous Crime Lord want with him? He tried to struggle and scream, but a hand clamped down on his mouth. He was done for.

[Vekaar Vekin]

<font color=silver>The Gran told Vekaar to quiet down and released his hand on the kid's mouth.

Vekaar: "What does Jabba the Hutt want with me?!?!?"

<font color=blue>Humanoid: "Apparently your parents owed him a debt, but they fled Tatooine. He could never find them again. Jabba feels feeding you to his rancor will ease his anger."

<font color=silver>Vekaar: "But that's so stupid! Why waste his money?!?!"

<font color=yellow>Gran: "Hey buddy, we don't question the jobs. We take them. Don't ask us how Jabba thinks."

<font color=silver>Vekaar started to shout again. The Gran put his hand on Vekaar's mouth to quiet him down. Vekaar bit the Gran's hand. The three eyed alien released his hold on the kid and started to scream. Vekaar attempted to run, but his leg was caught by the humanoid who made a magnificent dive. Vekaar turned around and tugged to no avail. He accumulated the spit in his mouth. Vekaar spat at the humanoid, right in the eyes. The humanoid released his grip and wiped the spit off his eyes. Vekaar sprang away from them and broke into a dead run.

The young boy knew he was no longer safe anymore. He had to get away somehow. Vekaar ran to the Spaceport docking bay 45. He saw a freighter, with the ramp down. The kid didn't even take the time to look back. He sprang up the ramp, hoping no one was inside. He ran to the bridge and pressed the button to close the ramp.

Vekaar looked out of the viewports. He could see the two pounding on the now closed ramp. Vekaar had never flown a ship before, but he had seen the control panel of one. He activated the repulsorlifts and raised from the ground. Vekaar directed the ship to the bay opening and blasted up full throttle. He got a little scared looking at Mos Eisley from such a height. But now he was free. Or so he thought.

[Vekaar Vekin]

<font color=silver>Vekaar released a sigh of relief. Then he spun back into reality. He had to figure out fast how to fly this ship. No doubt those two wouldn't hesitate to come after him in space. Vekaar slowly guided the ship upwards, away from the planet. He did this until he was free of the atmosphere and orbit.

Vekaar didn't know how to use a Hyperdrive. Also he was scared of screwing up. That would most likely lead to his death. Vekaar's eyes grew wide at the sound of a voice behind him.

<font color=red>???: "Nice flying kid. Unfortunately, this is my ship you're in. I was sleeping in the back, awakened by your rough flying."

<font color=silver>Vekaar looked behind him and saw a man holding a blaster. The blaster was pointed at him.

<font color=silver>Vekaar: "I'm sorry Sir. These two guys were after me, I had no other choice."

<font color=red>???: "I don't like thieves!"

<font color=silver>The man advanced with anger. His finger was on the trigger. Vekaar knew he wasn't bluffing.

Vekaar: "Please don't kill me! I'll do anything!"

The man hesitated for a moment. He seemed to have been thinking to himself. This bought Vekaar some time.

<font color=red>???: "Anything?"

<font color=silver>Vekaar: "Yes! Anything."

<font color=red>???: "I might just keep you alive. I could use an assistant."

<font color=silver>Vekaar: "But I've never flown a ship before!"

<font color=red>???: "You are pretty good for a beginner. In time, I will teach. But keep in mind, I don't trust you one bit. If I see you do anything funny, I will not heistate to pull the trigger again."

<font color=silver>Vekaar: "Understood."

<font color=red>???: "Now explain to me why you stole my ship. By the way, the name's Jeva Moores."

[Vekaar Vekin]

<font color=silver>Jeva and Vekaar became good friends in the past 5 years he had been with him. Vekaar was now 14, a young man. Jeva was 35 now. It turned out that Jeva Moores was a smuggler, just trying to make things work out. With the added help from Vekaar, Jeva was more then glad to pay him 30% of the profits. 30% soon became 50%. The smugglers were doing very well. That was until one day...

Jeva and Vekaar had been travelling to the Katholis Sector. Their job was to smuggle goods to the Bothan homeworld Bothawui.

Vekaar was surprised to see that they were brought out of Hyperspace prematurely. He woke Jeva up and pointed. Jeva looked out the viewports. His eyes became wide with terror. Before them, lay an Interdictor Cruiser and a Victory Star Destroyer. This wasn't good.

Vekaar: "What are we going to do?!?!"

<font color=red>Jeva: "Keep your cool kid, we just have to get out of the Interdiction perameters. The ship is giving us a readout right now."

<font color=silver>Vekaar: "We might not be able to do that!"

<font color=red>Jeva: "What?!"

<font color=silver>Vekaar: "2 Squadrons of TIE Fighters straight ahead!"