As Nym exited hyperspace he saw the giant station coming into view. When he got closer a voice came over the radio, "Unidentified craft, please state your destonation."
"Astral Astoria"
"Roger, be advised, there is a 75 credit docking fee. You are cleared to land at docking bay 7c."
"Roger, out."
As he touched down he saw the bay attendant already waiting there for him. He got out of his craft, paid the man the docking fee, and went on his way. Before nym could get to a shifter the attendant cought up to him and asked,"Hi, my name's barry. If you need anything just ask for me. Is there anything you're looking for?"
"Actualy yes, I need a well paying job."
"There arent many of those around here. The pay mostly sucks around here. You could try the bazzar, but whatever you do don't go to section c-15. They say its haunted."
"Alight i'll do that." he said while walking off. He walked into a shifter and closed the door. Sudenly a voice came out of the speaker that said,"Pease state your destonation."
"section c-15"

As nym exited the shifter he saw an area of the station unlike any other he had ever seen before. It was completely deserted. There was graffiti on the walls, windows were broken, and there was a huge amount of trash in the streets. It smelled foul. He walked into what used to be a bar when he saw what appeared to be a homeless man in the corner. "hey, you, need something."
"Yeah" he said, "im lookin for a job."
"Well, In that case, My name is...well that isn't important right now. You can call me joe." he said as he got up.
"I'm Nym, Nice to meet you." Said nym as he stuck out his hand. Joe hesitated for a moment, then grasped it. "Come, come, let me take you to my boss."
As they walked down the street the smell seemed to be getting stronger. Until they undoubtedly reached the center of section c-15. They entered a shop of some kind and went to the back. There were two guards stationed there. They managed to get past them without incident when it suddenly got dark. A door opened a few feet in front of him, and a sillouhette stepped out. "Welcme to Astoria" It said,"I hope you have enjoyed your stay so far. Let me guess, you want a job."
"Yes"
"Good meet me on my ship in 5 hours at these coordinates" A guard walked over to Nym and handed him datapad
"I trust You'll be there"
"Yes"
"Good. Don't be late" He stepped back through the doorway and it closed in front of him. The lights got brighter and before he knew it him and joe were at the edge of section c-15. He still had a lot of time to kill so he walked over to nearby shifter. Again the voice said,"Please state your destonation."
"Hades hive"

Nym walked out of the shifter and into the bar. He ordered a drink and sat down to look at the datapad. He called up astoria's star charts and entered the cordinates in his hud. The meeting place was in a nebula 4.6 parsecs away. It wouldn't take long to reach it. He stayd in the bar for another two and a half hours playing holo-chess. He then headed down to his ship took off and proceeded to the specified coordinates.
He exited hypersace at the edge of the nebula. His sensors couldnt penitrate it, but that was probably the point. He spent 10 minutes combing the nebula for any signs of a ship. He finally found a gas displacement trail sort of like a wake behind an oceanliner and he followed it back to its source. It was something Nym had never seen before. As he got closer a voice came over the radio, "Unidentified fighter, What is your purpose in this area"
"This is nym, Your boss told me to meet him here"
"Roger, opening bay doors, You are cleared to land." The ship must have been heavily customized because there is almost no 30 meter long ship with a landing bay. He docked with it anyway, the landing bay was barely big enough to house Nym's small fighter. He was escorted to a small room where his potential employer was sitting there waiting for him. "Please, sit down. We have much to discuss."
"Alright" Nym said while quickly sitting down.
"You are a competent fighter pilot, yes?"
"Ya"
"Good, I'll straight to the point. I need you to kill the jedi named Nog Anar."
"Why would you want me to kill a jedi?"
"That is not your concern!"
"Then this meeting is over. The jedi are honerabe people. I will not kill a jedi who to my knowledge has done nothing wrong"
"Then I have no need of you. Guards!" Two guards quicky came and pointed their blasters at nym's head. They were on both sides of him and within 2 feet. Nym quickly ducked and punched them both at the same time. The one on his right instinctively pulled the tigger killing the one on his left. Nym got up and activated his newly acquired lightsabre (even though he wasn't a jedi) with a snap-hiss and cut the head off of the remaining guard. The man fled, (or at least nym thought it was a man for he still wasn't able to see the person's face and was using a vioce changer) nym deactivated the lightsabre and took out his e-11. As he was running to the bridge he was under fire from ceiling mounted blasters the entire way. He managed to disable them before they shot him. He got to the bridge and shot the pilots and guards who were trying to track him down. He accessed one of the control pannels and soon realized this ship was an extremely midfied VT-49. He accessed the ceiling blaster targeting system and turned it on the former crew. Once they realized that Nym had control of the ship they tried to board the escape pods, but it was too late, he had already locked them down. But just as he thought he had gotten them, a pod somehow escaped the ship. He scanned for it but it was too late; because of the nebula it was already out of range. He scanned the ship with the internal sensors and also did a manual sweep.There was nobody onboard left alive. Apparently the former owner was carrying a couple of astromech and destroyer droids, no doubt stolen and for sale on the black market. Their memory banks were wiped so Nym activated them to crew the ship. With his fighter in the bay and his new ship crewed and ready he set off. Where, who knows. But there was one thing for certain, It was all his.
The End