Big Joe was standing on a small hill. Several land speeders, and transport ships needed to move to a certain location, and he was making sure they were going to the correct spot.
Kelly: *Driving a Metra towards Big Joe*
Big Joe: *Puts his hand up, signalling Kelly to stop*
Kelly: *Stops next to Big Joe* Just the man I wanted to see.
Big Joe: Likewise. *Walks over to Kelly* Now listen, I need to talk to you about yesterday.
Kelly: I also need to talk to you about yesterday.
Big Joe: Good, now that we understand each other, I want you to listen. I do not want you telling anyone else about the gold. This stays between you and me. If you even mention this towards one person, I'll kick you so far into the sky that you'll land on the second Death Star.
Kelly: Well I do appreciate the warning Big Joe, but I'm going after that gold, with you, or without you. *Drives away*
Big Joe: *Watching Kelly drive away*
Kelly stopped next to an ATC. He got out of his Metra, and walked into a bunker.
Crapgame: *Sitting at his desk*
Kelly: *Walks up to Crapgame* Hello.
Crapgame: Hey Kelly.
Kelly: I need you to do me a favor. I'm going on a trip to Empyra, and I need enough fuel for two Metra's, and two ATC's to make it there, then come back here. I also need five A280's, three RT97's, and three DH17's. Along with enough people to use them.
Crapgame: That's a lot. What's in it for me?
Kelly: *Pulls out a gold bar*
Crapgame: *Smiles as he looks at the gold bar*
Kelly: *Puts it down on the desk* There's 14,000 of these behind enemy lines.
Crapgame: 14,000. Where did you hear about that?
Kelly: An Imperial Officer. I had to get her drunk in order to tell me about the gold.
Crapgame: Well if she was drunk, how do you know she wasn't lying?
Kelly: Intoxication doesn't prevent people from telling the truth.
Crapgame: Well, is that all you'll be needing?
Oddball: You could probably use some armor.
Kelly: *Looks up at Oddball, laying in bed with a lady* What the hell is that?
Crapgame: Oddball. I wouldn't trust him.
Kelly: Well I'm not you. *Looks at Oddball* You said something about armor?
Oddball: Tanks. I got three AAC's waiting for you outside. Those babies will bust a door for you wide open if you're trying to get past enemy lines. An AAC can give you a very good edge in firepower. Come outside with me, and I'll show you.
Kelly followed Oddball outside to see the tanks. As they approached the tanks, a song was heard on a radio: link
Kelly: *Looking at the three AAC's*
Oddball: Beautiful, am I right?
Near the three tanks, several humans, Sullustan's, and a couple of Twileks were relaxing. They were with two Astro droids, and a porg.
Oddball: We specially modify each tank we own. These AAC's are the fastest in the whole galaxy, forwards, or backwards.
Kelly: *Looks at a Sullustan loading missiles into an AAC*
Oddball: We use real missiles, and fake missiles filled with paint. Scares the hell out of people, but it does make Stormtroopers look nicer. Who wants to be dressed in plain white armor, right?
Kelly: *Chuckles*
Oddball: Our tanks are also fitted with loud speakers. We like to play music as we charge into battle. It sorta, calms us down.
Kelly: *Nods*
Back inside the bunker, Crapgame was doing some math.
Kelly: *Walks into the bunker with Oddball*
Crapgame: Kelly, I've been doing some arithmetic. 14,000 bars of gold are worth 16,000,000 credits! Just think how rich we'd be if we got our hands on that gold.
Kelly: I've been thinking about it all day. Now Oddball, We're going to meet up with you in Empyra. We'll be at the western side of town by tonight. Meet us at the farm by the intersection.
Oddball: No can do man. We got a special movie planned tonight. Can't miss it.
Kelly: Tomorrow night then. We won't move towards the bank without you.
Oddball: We'll be there.
Crapgame: Hey, do you want this bar back?
Kelly: You keep it. Thanks for your help. *Walks out of the bunker*
Oddball: I wonder who that is.
Crapgame: That's Kelly. He's been in the Alliance for nearly two years. Used to be a Lieutenant, until he got orders to attack a hill. Accidentally wiped out half a dozen of our guys. Somebody had to take the blame, and he volunteered.
Oddball: *Walks out of the bunker*
Crapgame: *Looks down at his gold bar* 14,000, oh baby!
2 B Continued
Kelly: *Driving a Metra towards Big Joe*
Big Joe: *Puts his hand up, signalling Kelly to stop*
Kelly: *Stops next to Big Joe* Just the man I wanted to see.
Big Joe: Likewise. *Walks over to Kelly* Now listen, I need to talk to you about yesterday.
Kelly: I also need to talk to you about yesterday.
Big Joe: Good, now that we understand each other, I want you to listen. I do not want you telling anyone else about the gold. This stays between you and me. If you even mention this towards one person, I'll kick you so far into the sky that you'll land on the second Death Star.
Kelly: Well I do appreciate the warning Big Joe, but I'm going after that gold, with you, or without you. *Drives away*
Big Joe: *Watching Kelly drive away*
Kelly stopped next to an ATC. He got out of his Metra, and walked into a bunker.
Crapgame: *Sitting at his desk*
Kelly: *Walks up to Crapgame* Hello.
Crapgame: Hey Kelly.
Kelly: I need you to do me a favor. I'm going on a trip to Empyra, and I need enough fuel for two Metra's, and two ATC's to make it there, then come back here. I also need five A280's, three RT97's, and three DH17's. Along with enough people to use them.
Crapgame: That's a lot. What's in it for me?
Kelly: *Pulls out a gold bar*
Crapgame: *Smiles as he looks at the gold bar*
Kelly: *Puts it down on the desk* There's 14,000 of these behind enemy lines.
Crapgame: 14,000. Where did you hear about that?
Kelly: An Imperial Officer. I had to get her drunk in order to tell me about the gold.
Crapgame: Well if she was drunk, how do you know she wasn't lying?
Kelly: Intoxication doesn't prevent people from telling the truth.
Crapgame: Well, is that all you'll be needing?
Oddball: You could probably use some armor.
Kelly: *Looks up at Oddball, laying in bed with a lady* What the hell is that?
Crapgame: Oddball. I wouldn't trust him.
Kelly: Well I'm not you. *Looks at Oddball* You said something about armor?
Oddball: Tanks. I got three AAC's waiting for you outside. Those babies will bust a door for you wide open if you're trying to get past enemy lines. An AAC can give you a very good edge in firepower. Come outside with me, and I'll show you.
Kelly followed Oddball outside to see the tanks. As they approached the tanks, a song was heard on a radio: link
Kelly: *Looking at the three AAC's*
Oddball: Beautiful, am I right?
Near the three tanks, several humans, Sullustan's, and a couple of Twileks were relaxing. They were with two Astro droids, and a porg.
Oddball: We specially modify each tank we own. These AAC's are the fastest in the whole galaxy, forwards, or backwards.
Kelly: *Looks at a Sullustan loading missiles into an AAC*
Oddball: We use real missiles, and fake missiles filled with paint. Scares the hell out of people, but it does make Stormtroopers look nicer. Who wants to be dressed in plain white armor, right?
Kelly: *Chuckles*
Oddball: Our tanks are also fitted with loud speakers. We like to play music as we charge into battle. It sorta, calms us down.
Kelly: *Nods*
Back inside the bunker, Crapgame was doing some math.
Kelly: *Walks into the bunker with Oddball*
Crapgame: Kelly, I've been doing some arithmetic. 14,000 bars of gold are worth 16,000,000 credits! Just think how rich we'd be if we got our hands on that gold.
Kelly: I've been thinking about it all day. Now Oddball, We're going to meet up with you in Empyra. We'll be at the western side of town by tonight. Meet us at the farm by the intersection.
Oddball: No can do man. We got a special movie planned tonight. Can't miss it.
Kelly: Tomorrow night then. We won't move towards the bank without you.
Oddball: We'll be there.
Crapgame: Hey, do you want this bar back?
Kelly: You keep it. Thanks for your help. *Walks out of the bunker*
Oddball: I wonder who that is.
Crapgame: That's Kelly. He's been in the Alliance for nearly two years. Used to be a Lieutenant, until he got orders to attack a hill. Accidentally wiped out half a dozen of our guys. Somebody had to take the blame, and he volunteered.
Oddball: *Walks out of the bunker*
Crapgame: *Looks down at his gold bar* 14,000, oh baby!
2 B Continued