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Kit’s plan paid off, though it wasn’t the payday she was promised. She had a package to deliver but, perhaps more than that, she had a package to retrieve and bring back to the stars—a case with the face of a rathcar. At the moment, however, her focus was on taking out her opponents. That meant...

For a vibrosword, Kit had banked on it to finish what her own strength didn't, yet her opponent evidently had leg flesh as thick as his spice-ridden head. Hovering over her crippled foe, blade lowered in a Makashi stance (simply by happenstance, granted), she considered the offer and the...

It sounded like this guy was actually going to slide over that case to her. In all fairness, were Kit in his position then she might not so quickly believe the other person to keep their word. In hindsight, however, her interpretation of his own words in his offer was ‘help him find the Badger...

Two offices. One hallway. Two combatants. All work, no play. That’s all it was today for Kit Zelkar as far as she had ventured to this city from the stars. Sure, she didn’t have much choice in the matter for her work, given her circumstances, but she hated it when she had to go through idiots...

Having fought these creatures before and having taken into account her opponent’s arms and armor, Kit admittedly knew those bolts weren’t going anywhere. Her blasters weren’t even ‘heavy’ to begin with—but they sure as shit could serve as distractions. Confidence, the Barabel surely felt, given...

One droid left, one woman left, a privateer, not a pirate, and her audience better kriffin’ remember the difference in it. After kicking Warlord / R5 to the ground, Barabel decided it was a bright idea to inhale a line of spice from his battleaxe blade. Few questions with this, such as the...

Kit decided to deny this guy the expressive shrug as to his statement that she was no badger. She never claimed to be a badger or the Badger, however, and had simply stated that some said she could be one. Why might that be? A question that deserved an answer for another time, apparently. Yet...

Offer given, offer bounced back. Options presented. This idiot seemed to think that he held the cards behind that dark visor of his, but he probably knew as much about this business as she did; because maybe, in the end, she was just a woman who pretended to know more than she did. Maybe...

In A Building Kit Zelkar Crux The longer the pair stood like this the more the privateer wondered after her opponent being an amateur as much as an idiot. He got into a defensive stance which suggested he considered his opponent to be a threat. On her end, there was no telling whether Kit...

Sex, sexes and relative strength aside, Kit may have the upper hand rather than this guy, at least when it came to tugging the case forward if not out of this man’s grip. He had only one hand on that case to her two to begin with. However, said case wasn't coming out of his grip. Instead of...

Kit looked left. Looked right. Oh. Right. She had walked from the maintenance elevator when she turned, discovering the elevator coming back up. Who else would be using it in this abandoned building? “That case. What’s the symbol on it?” “It’s a rathcar. Now get out of my way.” Rude. One...

It’s a ridiculous distraction, they said. Something fit for a punk, a punk rocker, a teenager. Something more akin to a pirate, even. That’s not what she was. That’s not who you are. She thought as she walked along. No longer a terrorist. Yet, though it might make it harder to listen to her...

They hailed. They waited. “Why is there no response?” Malfunction with equipment on her end or theirs? “Ah. Hell.” Just then, the Dragon whipped out from beneath the Marquis in an attempt to flee. Apparently it wasn’t as out of commission as expected or intended. Oh well. “Bring them back.”...

And, like that, as Kit had half-expected the other chick to storm forth, the droid proved to live up to his new name of Warlord. He wasn’t defecting. He was defending. He was a medical droid as much as a veteran with a voice. A blaster shot went off, Captain Narr dropped, and her Barabels...

Kit heard the voice behind her as she walked along. She paused, slowing to a stop, but did not turn. “She is,” the Captain of the Brave Marquis confirmed. “Her enemies tend to agree.” Finally, the privateer turned around to face the pirate and her four idiots for minions. Captain Lekei Nar. The...

The Mohsenian shot one last glare over in Kit’s direction before cowering away like a little bitch. The Human-Hapan made sure to dismiss her with pleasure, gave a wink, predicting the essence of the situation with her music’s lyrics. I want you to fuck off as hard as you can. And let fate or...

No mention of don’t-give-a-shit-since-it-isn’t-mentioned, Kit’s thoughts on buying this product, this droid, so it can make some noise in her ship. Like her music did as the song shifted. Another voice, as expected, when a rival auctioneer barked, some Mohsenian of a shark intent on out-bidding...

The ship sailed between the stars of the Outer Rim, more floating than soaring, drifting as it was exploring. Anonymous, even insignificant, with her appearance of little more than a freighter. Only she wasn’t just this. She was armed and armored. She was a bitch. And proud of it. “I get it,”...

Kit had just been walking along across the block, minding her own business, keeping her distance from the markets that flanked her, stalls and all, pacing the street’s center. One brown boot in front of the other, footsteps inward, never staggering, admittedly swaggering. Amber eyes burning...