Man, my head hurts.... I have all my creds, and vague memories of a gorgeous redhead and her friend. She enticed me to try Nal Hutta jet fuel. Or at least I think that's what we were drinking... All I remember is the way they danced.... was a nice thing to watch. I'm going back to bed.... well maybe after a touch of the hair of the bothan...

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Crucible's Log

I've tried to make a habit out of protecting my cargo... Everybody's heard about the legendary bounty put on Han Solo when he ditched Jabba's property. I've also tried to never leave a man behind. Of course if I had a crew that would be more of an issue. But I thought I'd found somebody to be a member of my crew.... and so far she has been MIA. She hasn't responded to my messages at all...

It still hurts but, she's out of Jabba's mitts and that's a good thing. Just never thought I'd be the one left behind...

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There's a liberation to not owning your ship... a pleasure in working for a paycheck and not having to pay for the upkeep of a rustbucket. I get to meet interesting people, mind my business and make it through the day. That'll all change once I get a better crew of fliers, but for now I don't mind being a wage slave.

Helps that Nicolye has been activated and is out of my hair a bit. I love my brother, but he's out to prove something... not sure how that's gonna turn out. I think he's outclassed, but he'll go down fighting. No worries, I'll take credits from whoever's running Advent, I'm not burning a bridge along with my hotheaded brother.

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