<The holo-recorder buzzes coming to life. The image of Shamere Detri is shown sitting on the edge of her bed. She’s silent a moment with a slight display of hesitation before she takes a deep breath and begins speaking.>
Okay, so here we go. I got a new job with this fantastic and big time company. They haven’t utilized me too much at this point. Just a few runs here and there and all very legit. I know I know. Shocker huh? Me? Becoming legit? Never! But we can’t always be out there in the galaxy doing illegal smuggling runs and slicing into systems we have no business in, right? Someone has to be a straight arrow and keeping the contrabands out of the galaxy. Who says it can’t be me?
<Shamere glances down and realizes one of the blasters engineered using illegal tech is lying on the floor beside her bed. Her eyes widen and a short “Eek!” can be heard as she reaches over with her foot and scoots it out of view>Like I was saying…completely legit! That’s my story and I am sticking to it. <Shamere nods her head> Anyway, things have been a bit quiet lately. I mean as quiet as it can be on Maiden’s Hand. Sinwe is her usual self and getting into trouble here and there. I am trying to teach her the error of her ways and show her the angelic path. Okay okay! Who am I kidding! We’re both so corrupted we make a Hutt look clean!
<Shamere giggles at the thought>.But by the stars is it fun! She’s probably on a whole different level than I am. I mean, I have no knack for picking up men but she does it with no problems at all! Stars! Granted I never try but…but…well I don’t know why! She tries to get me on her men chasing times but I always find an excuse. And Sinwe if you are slicing into my recordings and hearing this I will bop you!
<Shamere fidgets slightly with another topic crossing her mind. Her hesitation is even more present than before.>I still have visions of Targ. By the stars do I miss him. I know he saw me like a little sister but I never saw him like that. I once made the mistake of telling that oof of a brother of mine about Targ and he went all jedi and philosophical on me. Am I the only one who hears some of these jedi talk and here ‘Blah blah blah…the Force…blah blah blah….The Force…blah blah?’ Stars! Give it a break already! It’s simple. Targ taught me all I know and I miss him! He brought me into this crew, left the ship and everything to me when he died. We were all one big family on the ship and with him gone I feel…I feel…well I feel like a part of me is gone!
<Shamere’s eyes begin to water with emotions playing over her features. She reaches down tucking a leg under as she continues to sit. For a moment she bites her bottom lip before speaking again>
No one knows I still see him and talk to him except that brother of mine. I do it when I am alone even though I know it’s all up in my head and I shouldn’t but I can’t help it. Anyway, I am still trying to be as good as a captain of this crew as Targ was. Granted he didn’t have to bop Gar on the back of the head as much as I do. But then again that may be a good thing since I mainly do it when I catch Gar peeping at my rear! I swear that country dolt has eyes for one thing! Sometimes I wonder if he and Sinwe…<Shamere shakes her head at the thought.> Then again I did have someone say they would like to make a cast of my butt. Is that even possible?
My wookie, Nasdaar, still claims to not be responsible for chewing my shoes. I think he’s lying, the old furbag. <Shamere giggles>. Okay okay. I do it to tease him but it’s fun seeing him riled up! Well, as long as he doesn’t rip my arms off and beat me with them!
So I’ll continue flying high and I’ll continue skating the stars while finding some trouble to get into. I hear there’s some serious weapon tech on Balmorra so maybe I’ll see what is kicking on that rock next between jobs. You know me. I can’t sit still for long! I got a Mandolorian working with my crew so I have to show off the skills and let her know I’m a serious bopper. <Shamere flexes her fist with a playful smirk on her lips.> Can’t go having any of the crew second guessing me now, can I? <Shamere throws a series of jabs> Just may have to show her my one-two punch!
<Shamere suddenly loses her balance after throwing a jab and falls off the bed, arms waving wildly in the air and one word penetrates the through the air in her exclaimed voice>
<The holo-recorder abruptly shuts off.>
<The holo-recorder buzzes as it comes to life. The image of Shamere Detri is shown sitting on a pillow on the edge of her bed. She winces slightly for a moment before regarding the recorder>
Alright let's get this, ouch, started. As you can see, I'm in a bit of pain. After returning to Nar Shaddaa in search of my oh so favorite Alderaan Ruge I noticed a gathering. Seems a bit of a party was going on and folks were dancing and lighting up the dance floor! Anyway, I decided to hang back and just observe when that treasure hunter came upon me and wondered why I wasn't dancing. <Shamere looks a bit shyly at the recorder then bursts out> I have two left feet! By the stars sometimes I think I have three left feet the way I move out there! It was embarassing to have to stand back and watch everyone have sooooo much fun. Targ tried teaching me how to dance a couple of years ago feeling it would help with an op we were running but....but....he ended up having to soak his feet in a bucket of ice for two days!
<Shamere winces again as she shifts on the pillow>
To make it worse, Dannik caught sight of me and before I knew it he was trying to convince me to dance with Aedun! The last thing I wanted to do was injure someone else. So I used my oh so perfect sneaking skills to get the hell out of there! Granted I returned and tried to do a bit of snooping. As I learned long ago, information is golden and golden equals credits. Seemed something interesting was taking place <Shamere winces again> but I couldn't get the details or pinpoint anything. Maybe next time since there is no fear in this Shamere <Shamere smirks and winks at the recorder>.
But anyway...back to my problem. I am working with Sinwe in learning how to-
<Shamere hears a noise to her left by the entrance of her room. The recorder doesn't catch what she is seeing but only displays Shamere looking in that direction> Eek! I'm so so sorry Sinwe! I didn't mean to kick your shin like that.
<The recorder grabs the feminine voice of Sinwe> 'Just like you didn't mean to step on my toes, or kick my other shin or nicely pull me down with you when you tripped and fell on your ass! How 'bout next time you take one for the team and just hurt your own ass and not pull me down so I can get hurt too! You are a critical ward on feet!
<Shamere visibly cringes still looking at her entrance> At least we had just recently stocked on medpacks.
<Sinwe's voice can be heard again at a higher pitch of frustration> And now they are used up again. I think I rather go through Sith space in a bucket of bolts of a ship then do that again. <Sinwe sighs with her following words released of tension> But if you wish to learn we will have to get through this. Give me a day to prepare myself. For the likes of you one must be prepared physically and mentally when it comes to dancing. <Sinwe grumbles> Kiffing farm girls...<Steps can be heard as Sinwe limps away>
<Shamere sighs regarding the recorder again before suddenly wincing and reaching back to rub her butt> Well my issue shall continue until I get the moves down but at least my backside has cushion for the falls. But by the stars how many times did I end up on it! Hopefully Sinwe survives this ordeal because I am determined to learn how to bust a move! I think that's what they say? Or is it called shuffling? I thought I heard someone saying 'Every day I'm shuffling' but I could be mistaken. <Shamere shrugs> All I know is me and my three left feet need to get our act together. Who knows when I may have to go undercover to steal me some info and have to play the dance floor.
Anyway, I found this really really nice-ouch! I mean I didn't find a really nice ouch. Well, I did find a nice ouch when I fell on my ass but that wasn't what I meant I meant. I mean that I meant that I found this really nice...ouch! <Shamere reaches back to rub her backside again> Stars no! I don't mean that I meant I found an ouch with meaning that I found an ouch that first time or an ouch the second time. I meant that my meaning was that I meant to say that I found an...an item! Yes, I found a realy nice item! I was able to get smuggle it from it's former owners and sold it to this trooper friend of mine. It's not like he cares where I got it from so a profit-ouch! A profit made.
<Shamere cuffs her hands around her mouth and shouts> Hey! My personal tick basket! Can you bring some ice for my ass!
<A loud disgruntled roar can be heard through the corridors of the ship as the wookie bellows in anger makes Shamere startled and slightly hop up on the bed>
Eeek! I probably shouldn't have called him that. Err...time to hide! Bye!
<The holo-recorder immediately shuts off>