Every one is a disappointment to their parents – skipping school, ducking work, and crashing the family speeder. Nothing special there. The problem comes when you find yourself on the wrong side of a negotiating table from Belloq, a Hutt who is a (let’s say) colourful local identity. Who could have known she was his girl? What clue could have revealed that the contents of the open safe in that dimly lit city apartment also belonged to him? What act of prophecy could have foretold that offering to play him seven times at cards for double the debt or walk free could go so horribly wrong? Anyway, I now find myself with one of Belloq’s freighters struggling to make the monthly repayments on my debt to him – at a exorbitant interest rate, might I add – an shadowed by the less than dutiful bodyguard he’s lumbered my with. I’m not sure it’s my body that he’s guarding, though. Along the way, I’ve picked up a good co-pilot and a gunner. Both seem like very nice chaps. I’m positive the future looks brighter from here on.
Life is not a rehearsal, a wise man once told me before he collapsed into an inebriated heap on the taproom floor. So, it’s best to live hard and fast. See what that is to see. Do what there is to do. It’s a big galaxy out there. Your fortunes will rise and fall during your time so spend big when you have the credit and take what you can from those who have it when you don’t. When I’ve got a couple of thousand credits burning a hole in my pocket, I know I don’t miss losing a dozen or so. Other people must be the same – aren’t they? I must say, though, that credits are not always worth the holographic counter-counterfeit micro-fibre they’re stamped on. There is nothing quite like the look in a lady’s eye when she believes there’s jewellery to be had. “That’s right, my dear, and all you have to do is…”
I’m used to giving an outline of what I look like but it’s usually when I’m helping local law enforcement fill in a charge sheet. Height: 1.8 standard metres, Weight: 120 standard kilograms, Hair: black, Eyes: black, No distinguishing features, scars or tattoos.
They generally then give me a receipt for a dozen credits, flight boots, Republican Naval dress uniform trousers, white shirt and Oberlindes Passenger Lines officer’s dress jacket – always just after I’ve put on those wonderfully comfortable paper overalls they have by the thousand.
The charge sheet, however, does not capture the naughty sparkle in my eye or my winning smile – more of a cheeky grin, actually – that has helped me out of as much trouble as it’s landed me in.
Most likely played by:
Stim Sallack (As at the start of the campaign):
Male Human Scoundrel 4; Init +3 (+3 Dex); Defence +16 (+3 class, +3 Dex); Spd 10m; VP/WP 27/14; Atk +6 ranged (3d8/20 or DC 18 stun, Blaster, heavy, range 8 m) or +2/+2 ranged (3d8/20, Blaster, heavy with Multifire, range 8 m) or +4 melee (1d4+1/20, Knife, range 2 m); SQ Illicit barter, Lucky (1/day), Precise attack +1; SV Fort +3, Ref +7, Will +1; SZ M; FP 4; DSP 1; Rep 1
Str 12, Dex 16, Con 14, Int 13, Wis 10, Cha 16
Skills: Appraise +8, Astrogate +6, Bluff +13, Diplomacy +4, Escape Artist +8, Gather Information +8, Hide +6, Knowledge (Gems & Jewellery) +8, Listen +4, Move Silently +8, Pilot +10, Profession (Pilot) +1, Repair +4, Sleight of Hand +8, Spot +7, Tumble +4
Feats: Alertness, Heroic Surge, Skill Emphasis (Bluff), Starship Operation (space transport), Weapon Group Proficiency (blaster pistols, simple weapons)