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tanks were great for healing but awful for the user's mental health. As I started falling asleep I started slipping into a dream. Bacta’s are notorious for causing nightmares and vivid memories to appear as if you are living in them. I went straight back to my past. I used to be a bounty hunter. That’s kind of wrong. I used to do anything for anyone. I was in fact a bounty hunter but I was also a gun for hire or anything that anyone wanted. I just wanted to make money, be feared, and shoot people. So that’s what I did. I stole from people I didn’t like and made as much money as possible. This was the life I wanted to live. The memory I got from the tank was the time that I was hired on a mission to rescue a friend from prison. This particular prison was a ship that traveled from galaxy to galaxy picking up prisoners at every stop that they made. The man we were rescuing was named Jin. He was a strange-looking man that had orange skin and long tails coming out from his head. He was a bad man who had stolen credits from his employer. I had worked on a previous crew in the past. In that group, we did everything under the sun. We made so much money that we bought our own planet. There I was doubled crossed by Jin and left with my ship and all of the group's credits. Now going back and rescuing him from jail was not a good feeling. I felt almost as if to fake the mission and leave home in that cell to rot away. Although the feelings for this mission were very uneasy I decided to go on the mission although I did not need the credits. Although fuel was super expensive during this time it did not change my partners or my needs for credits. The mission was pretty simple considering we were going to go into jail for the sole purpose of getting ourselves out. There was a little raccoon-shaped creature that was on our team. His name was Satellite. He was in charge of getting us and the prisoner out of the prison as he had broken out of 8 of these imperial prisons. Satellite was crazy and id does not give a rat's ass about anything or anyone. His goal was to piss o as many people as he could and make sure that he was having a good time. This was the same with the escape of the prison. Although he acted like a nut job he knew what he was doing. He started to come up with a plan as we ate that day for lunch and it escalated quickly “I need an alternator, the guys metal arm, and that guy in the corners leg.” “Ok where can we get the alternator,” I responded. Keep in mind we have a rag-tag group of people that are bounty hunters and are completely crazy. I forgot to mention we also have a crazy tree guy on our team named Captain Coco. He was a thing that was made out of trees and could extend everywhere. They could stretch and grow rapidly and could grab onto anything and everything. When he got angry he got really angry and would shoot his tree limbs into people he didn’t like. Then there was some green thing or person. It was hard to tell. It was the same size as a human but had many di erent physical features. Although it kinda looked like a human it didn’t act like one. Instead of speaking the thing was named Angeliarc. It had many scars on her body with lots of mechanical parts from the ghts in her childhood with her mother. These mechanical metal parts on her body represented losses to her mother and when she lost a new part of her would be changed. The rest of the group consisted of Keem and I. The whole group is experienced bounty hunters the chance to win the bounty of this prisoner in theory should be easy. I woke up from my daydream by getting dragged out of the tank by Keem. The room still smoking from the battle that had ensued before I had woken up. The collector dead on the oor was lying face down on the oor next to his desk. The desk was large a dark deep burgundy color with huge drawers on each side. With one of the drawers open there was a bucket with a lock on the top. As I stumbled around the room I saw lots of other creatures in these tanks. Almost like they were being displayed as art. The collector collected everything in the galaxy. From metal orbs to the rarest creatures. It was a dark room with spotlights on the tanks and all the cases throughout the room. There were glass cases with crazy-looking weapons and ancient armor. The lights were bright enough to see what was
