WCHT/Story

-- 1,207 BBY --

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The freighter, Val'ezim's Wrath, hung in orbit over the planet Vactooine, quiet and derelict as the crew slept, since it was the middle of the sleep cycle. Though not all were in bed, there was always a watch in the cockpit. Captain Narol Herris sat in the pilot's seat staring out at the planet below, he ignored the comm unit when it beeped, but winced when someone spoke into his ear: "Whatcha doin'?". "Don't do that, man." he said as the man sat in the co-pilot's chair. The other man laughed. "I just wanted to say thanks for getting me off Coruscant." Narol patted his jacket pocket with a smile. "As long as your credits hold up, no problem."