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  • Another Day, Another Credit

    The twin suns were about to set on another uneventful day on Tatooine for Dekar Janrenk. After a failed mission out of Bestine, he decided to relocate to Anchorhead to start over. He had heard that the city was a fairly small, run down outpost and that made him think that it might be a good place to blend in and learn about his surroundings. It reminded him of his days on the streets when he was young. Watching, waiting, and learning. Maybe he could fit in here after all. It was worth a shot. It’s not like he had anything else to lose. He had nothing. As he approached the ticket droid, he grabbed one of the last few credits he had to his name and paid for his fare, taking a seat by himself at the back of the shuttle.

    He was going to have to come up with some way to make some credits though after his bounty mark overpowered him, stole his weapons as well as what little money he had. Luckily, he had put some credits in a small hole in his boot for emergencies. Yeah, this definitely qualified as that, which made him smile faintly. As he got off the shuttle transport, he dusted himself off and walked toward what looked like a cantina. He saw a drunk guy laying passed out next to the door, so yep, he was at the right place. Time to get a drink and figure out what he was going to do with his life.

    Dekar walked down the steps into the darkened room, smoke lingering in the air as the laughter of a few bar patrons broke the silence. No one looked up or bothered to take notice of him, which he was more than fine with. He dropped a coin on the bar top and pointed to a familiar beverage behind the bartender. After he retrieved his drink, Dekar made his way over to a booth and sat down, determined to not let his past mistakes determine his future.

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    As he mulled over his current situation and worked on finishing off his beverage, an illuminated board with various job postings caught his eye. He synchronized his personal holopad and read over the listings: banking associate, bazaar salesperson, entertainer, junk dealer service technician, and shuttleport porter. Wow, not a lot to choose from. Dekar could turn a wrench though, so maybe the junk dealer service technician position could provide a way for him to make some credits and secure a place to live for a while.

    He finished his drink and then headed to the coordinates for the junk dealer. The establishment was doing a fairly good business with various customers dropping off their unwanted items. Dekar waited for an opening and then approached the person he figured was the owner. The woman gave a stern look in his direction and then spoke loudly to him.

    "Yeah, what do you want?"

    Dekar replied, "I am here about the service technician position. I worked in Bestine before at Alna's Anomalies. She would give me a good recommendation if you want to contact her."

    Her eyes squinted as she peered at him.

    "Alna, you say? Well, she isn't as good as I am. But if you worked for her, you're good enough for ol' Crenta. You're hired. Go in the back and start working on repairing some of the ship parts we have acquired. I figure I can turn them around and make a nice profit once they are in working condition again."

    Crenta pointed to a doorway and then walked away. Ok, so he had a job. He could stay in the hotel for a while if needed. Dekar made his way to the back room and saw the large pile of starship parts. Letting out a long sigh, he grabbed a booster overdriver and got to work.