Star Wars verse / @apotheosistm
Valuable information was hard to come by that would ally themselves with the rebels these days, especially when it came to smugglers, and yet they had one that seemed reliable enough-- someone by the name of Quentin. When word had came in that something BIG was going down, Peter had volunteered himself to look into it himself. Maybe it’d put his new training to use. Or his piloting skills. He felt confident enough to engage in combat if needed-- he hoped.
So with a lightsaber shoved into his backpack, he slung it into the cockpit of the scout ship and made his way to the destination that had been agreed upon. Exiting the ship several hours later, he scanned the area, eyes landing on a man not too far away. Was THAT the guy he was looking for? Butterflies fluttered in his stomach, however he pushed them away and pushed onwards, heading towards the older male.
❝ H-Hi-- Sorry- are you Mr Beck? The smuggler. ❞











