(I had this story idea when I drew a new character 'Torent Storm'. He's a Mando)
Torent got up and put on his helmet. He refused to let ANYONE see his face.
"Hey, Tor, make breakfast," one of the other members of the team, mumbled, half awake. Torent sighed and went to work cooking breakfast for the team. He hated being treated like a slave by the team of spice runners he worked with. Breakfast was done cookinh anf he put it in bowls. He handed a bowl to each member, "Here you go. Breakfast."
"Thanks," everyone said in unison.
Torent nodded and walked out of the ship
"Hey, Tore!" Leera called, walking over to him.
"Hey Leera," he waved at her.
She smiled, "How's your day going?"
"Meh, it could have been better, could have been worse."
"Leera, they treat me like I'm their slave, I'm so sick of it!"
Leera sighed, "I know. I'm sorry. I wish I could yell at them and tell them that they need to be kind to you."
"That wouldn't make it better. Thanks, though," Torent said.
"I now it wouldn't make it better. I just wish I could help."
Torent smiled slightly, "it's all good, thank you, my firned."
Leera nodded, "I better get going, I have a spice run and sale to complete today. Stay safe."
"You too, comm me if the deal goes south, I'll come help you."
"Thanks, Torent. Don;t worry though, the deal WON'T go south, evertything is going to be fine," Leera smiled and headed toward her ship, "Stay safe, Love!" she called over her shoulder. Little did Torent know this was the last time he'd see her alive.
A few hours later his comm buzzed, he looked down and looked at the message. It was from Leera. He pressed play.
A hologram of Leera apeared. "Tore, I wish I had more time. But I knew this was coming. Run, run as fast as you can."
(To be continued)