I am on Corellia doing courier service between two of the bases in the hinterlands. I am not sure why I have to shuffle papers back and forth across this expanse of waste land, but then that seem to be my life.
It is the middle of the night with no other vehicles so I am moving along at a fast pace. Out of no where I see another vehicle. We both try to swerve but still hit each other head on and both Vehicles go flying off in different directions.
I manage to climb out of the wreckage and survey the damage. I look at the twisted pile of metal and say,”Man, I am really lucky to be alive!"
Likewise the guy, A Corellian Marine, scrambles out of his vehicle and looks at his wreckage. He too says to himself, "I can't believe I survived this wreck!"
I walk over to the Corellian Marine and says, "Hey man, I think this is a sign of the Force that we should put away our petty differences and live as friends instead of archrivals"
The Corellian Marine thinks for a moment and says, "You know, you're absolutely right! We should be friends. Now I'm gonna see what else survived this wreck"
So the Corellian Marine pops open his trunk and find a full, unopened bottle of Dagabah Fire Brandy.
He says to me, "I think this is another sign from the Force that we should toast to our new found understanding and friendship"
I reply, "You're damn right!" and I grab the bottle and starts sucking down Dagabah Fire Brandy. After putting away nearly half the bottle I hand it back to the Corellian Marine and says, "Your turn!"
The Corellian Marine twists the cap back on the bottle and says, "Nahh, I think I'll wait for the local constables to show up."