Spacer's Choice

Bu'cye,
Brother
Cute moments
Not exact but looks similar to X4 Gunship
Spacer's Choice—an anthology series of short stories centered around the Star Wars' Legends, particularly in the Post-Legacy era.
It encompasses a motley crew of spacers led by Captain Ronen Draay.
Spacer's Choice
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==Details==
===Cast===
*Ronen "Rone" Draay; Captain of the Nomad
*Pelina Cyr; Crew of the Nomad
*Kadir; Captain of the Kom'nyn
*Onann; First Mate of the Kom'nyn
===Supporting===
*Marcille; Medic/cook of the Kom'nyn
*A-10; Salvage droid, crew of the Kom'nyn
*Macen "Mace" Ghent; Captain of the Fierfek
*Arann Hett; Crew of the Fierfek
*Korrigan; Captain of the Gibli
*Thyr Matal; Overseer/'Magistrate' of Site G6-523 - Khoro
*Serrata brothers; Owners of Serrata Corporation
===Locations===
*Outer Rim Territories
*Wild Space
**Khoro
**Yadav
===Tech===
*Freighter
**The Nomad
**The Kom'nyn
*The Gibli
==Story==
===Episode I: "The Package"===
====Version IV====
Ronen bathed in the soft glow of a holographic miniature of Captain Korrigan emanating from the Nomad's holoprojector, mentally stewing as the old man ranted and his vessel gilded its way through hyperspace to its destination.
"I do a job; I expect to get paid, Korri." "What you're trying to sell isn't exactly tickling my purse."
====Version III====
I didn't know a thing about smuggling when I decided to leave [IEGO] on my maiden voyage as a freelance cargo-hauler, nor how to get out of life-or-death situations. It was supposed to be a quick job. Pick-up at Point Aurek, drop at Point Besh. Simple, no? 
Well, it would seem Captain Macen Ghent, a brash and lithe fellow had other plans when I fulfilled my end of the bargain. Guess he thought it better to keep my money . I'd be lying if I said that sat well with me and if I said I didn't break his nose when he hocked spit at me when I pressed him.
I should be on my way with my tail tucked and pockets empty, but instead I have the barrel of blaster braced on my eye socket and I'm unfazed.
====Version II====
Today, I killed someone. The thrum of my uncle's AE-239 carbine still vibrated in my grip as I listened and watched the hole in his forehead crackle and smolder. Expressionless brown eyes stared back up at me in frozen surprise. I warned him.
====Version I====
“Take it in, Ro.” The old man said with a smile as he wrapped his greased-covered arms around my shoulder. Frankly, I couldn’t help but smile myself, “That’s all you, kid.”
Doubly grease covered from finishing details in the aft thrusters, I wiped my hands on the rag I had stuffed in my coveralls as I stared in awe of the vessel towering over us, a marvel of meticulous labor. It was a custom build, nearly from the ground up considering what they had to work with. A derelict Corellian Engineering Corporation (CEC) YX-1980 freighter. It was a popular choice of starship since before the evacuation of Dac a century ago and though it was beat out and eventually replaced by later iterations it was still considered a quality vessel by many, particularly by those who frequented less-than-legal trades.
This one, however, was not in its present state and had seen far better days before his Uncle Nattan found it in a salvage yard in Pelmeth. It was beat to to hell and scores of laser scarring chipped most of the red paint away, though glass half full, at least the hull was mostly in one piece, but the rest would have to built. Lucky for us, my Uncle Nattan had a penchant for tinkering—"One man's neglect can often lead someone else to treasure"—he didn't always throw out wisdom like that, but that was gem I held on to.
The yard owner was an elderly Twi'lek who didn't bother at an attempt to haggle and even offered delivery for a mere ten thousand credit and the occasional maintenance at the yard since his daughter wasn't as handy. Nattan agreed and signed for it. Our prize was delivered the next day.
It took us four years to get the rest of the necessary parts. Haggling, salvaging, and even a few legitimate purchased parts from a CEC branch out of Tralus. A good many late nights were spent sipping ration bars and tea while we worked on her, toiling in the innards of our new project. It took three more years to get her space-worthy and one more to come up with a proper name.
I returned the favor and hugged my uncle back, “That’s us.” He did much of the initial heavy lifting when we started. I was only six and mostly handed him tools, but I learned a lot by watching and a when I was nine he asked if I wanted to try, the late nights under a headlamp were the best times 
Nattan chuckled, patting his nephewF ’s shoulder as he moved to sit down next to Clem, his pet mooka. He grabbed a small parcel from under the sleeping mooka’s jowl and tossed it to Rone.
“I don’t think so, Ro.” He nodded to the parcel, “All yours.”
===Episode II: "Mandalorian"===
===Episode III: "Saber"===
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