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| - Jim awoke in his small house on Dantooine, looked around the sparcly decorated room and silently thought about the Jedi's fall from grace. He got out of his soft, water mattress, put on a plain white t-shirt, black leather pants, some hiking boots and put on his casual brown leather jacket, he then inspected his darksaber, which was given to him on his birthday by his father. Jim then looked at his datapad to see the signal he sent out to the Jedi a week earlier was running stronger then ever, he then checked his and his parent's(former) bank accounts to see a grand total of 18 billion credits stored in them under diffrent alliases, his father plundered during the Clone Wars. Jim then stored the house in the Force Watch, given to him by his former flame before her death at Order 66, and wa
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| - Jim awoke in his small house on Dantooine, looked around the sparcly decorated room and silently thought about the Jedi's fall from grace. He got out of his soft, water mattress, put on a plain white t-shirt, black leather pants, some hiking boots and put on his casual brown leather jacket, he then inspected his darksaber, which was given to him on his birthday by his father. Jim then looked at his datapad to see the signal he sent out to the Jedi a week earlier was running stronger then ever, he then checked his and his parent's(former) bank accounts to see a grand total of 18 billion credits stored in them under diffrent alliases, his father plundered during the Clone Wars. Jim then stored the house in the Force Watch, given to him by his former flame before her death at Order 66, and walked about thirty seven miles into town, to see it buzzing with activity early in the morning, before he stored his saber in his hidden pocket in his jacket before coming into view of anyone. Jim walked into the local saloon, looked around to see most if not ALL the patrons to be bounty hunters and drunkards from the slums, who saved money for days on end just to buy a few jugs of liquor, Jim hated the thought of liquor, ever since he was a small child he would only drink water and milk, after he saw a drunken man attempt to kill his mother. After an hour, he approached a sleeping man, who seemed to be the cleanest of the patrons, despite having a ruined grey shirt, a smuggler's jacket that appeared six sizes too big on him, some formerly white pants, now covered in muck and old combat boots from the Hyperspace wars. Jim tapped the man, he did not respond, Jim tapped him harder on the shoulder, but did not respond. Jim asked the bartender "Is this man still alive?" The Rodian bartender shrugged and continued to polish the bottles. Jim punched the man in the chest, causing the man to awaken to coughs of pain. Jim said "Hello there!" The man coughed "What the hell do you want? I am sleeping here!" Jim took out a gold credit from his pocket and placed it on the table. Jim said "300 credits for a safe passage to Alderaan."
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