Just pick up/guard some boxes. Sounds easy, right?

[Mr.Bøbert]

((For me and Bindingcollar...))

Daleb brought the ship down through the atmosphere of Nar Shaddaa. Definitely not one of his favorite places, but it was home. Sorta.

He was here to pick up a bunch of mysterious packages and deliver them to Coruscant. He wasn't supposed to open the boxes. Daleb had no problem with that.

He set the ship down on the designated landing pad, then made his way to the boarding ramp. He pushed the 'OPEN[/size]' button, then stepped out. There were six large boxes waiting for him, all stacked neatly into two stacks of three boxes each. There was a lone guard standing there.

"You Reaver?"

[bindingcollar]

Reaver raised his head, leaving his state of meditation. He pulled down his hood, he nodded slowly, showing a bit of impatience."You are Daleb, yes? Here are your boxes...need help stacking them?"

Reaver was not uncomfortable with using his force powers. He turned to a box and used his powers to lift up a box."Simple,"

[Mr.Bøbert]

Daleb raised his eyebrow. A Force User?

"Simple indeed," Daleb said, raising a hand, palm upward. Three more boxes floated into the air. He moved his hand in the direction of the ship, and the three boxes floated up the boarding ramp, where his droids grabbed them out of the air and took them to the cargo hold.

"What's a Force User like yourself doing guarding boxes?"

[bindingcollar]

Reaver chuckled. Showoff he thought. He sent the box towards the ship with ease."Me? I am but a soldier for hire...a man trying to survive...what about you?" He smirked as he forced himself to lift up for more boxes, trying to outdo the man.

[Mr.Bøbert]

Daleb chuckled as Reaver tried to outdo him by lifting more boxes.

"I'm, obviously, a smuggler. I just couldn't stay in once place for long. I tried, and I nearly went out of my m--"

He stopped midsentence. The hairs on the back of his neck started prickling up. Why does this always happen to--

His thoughts were interrupted when a flurry of blaster shots rang out. His hand was instantly whipping out his lightsaber, igniting it, and deflecting the blaster bolts into the sky. Then there were dozens of more blaster bolts coming his way. He could see the dozens of figures in the shadows that were firing at the two near the boxes.

Kriff, these boxes must have something really valuable in them...

[bindingcollar]

Reaver ducked behind a crate, reaching into his robe for his lightsaber."It is never easy, is it?" He ran from his cover and deflected a few of the bolts, taking cover behind another set of crates."Who are these men?!" He yelled out loud

[Mr.Bøbert]

"You got me!" Daleb yelled back. "I'd bet they're after the boxes, though. Must be somethin' really valuable in there..."

He spun his double bladed lightsaber around, sending another flurry of bolts back to his attackers. "Kark this..." he muttered.

He sprinted towards the attackers, batting bolt after bolt away. He was ten meters away from the first attacker, when he lunged. He deactivated one blade of his lightsaber midair, then brought the active one down as he landed, slicing the attacker in half from head to torso.

As the other blade came back to life and he started batting more bolts away, he yelled back, "You can jump in any time now!"

[bindingcollar]

"Alright then!" Reaver leaped out of cover following behind Daleb with his saber ignited."I am not getting paid enough for this!" He deflected one of the bolts and struck a pose."And I mean that!"

He laughed darkly at his own weak attempt at comedy and swiftly cut down one of the men."What do we do now?!"