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With the state of Jayjack's communications device, Aoen was navigating through the levels of Coruscant by means of portal only vaguely aware of how poorly the situation in the warehouse had gone. Crackling dialogue of "hurry ... holes ... guns ... we did ... I promise!" was barely audible over...

Jayjack's enthusiasm was warming; he seemed genuinely grateful even just for the chance to try and convince her, so she couldn't fault his drive for work. He was slightly overzealous as he reeled off potential options for food and drink, but it was a quirk rather than an annoyance that she...

Aoen reckoned that a few days had passed since she last spoke to Jayjack. She had begun to wonder if he really were going to turn up again, speculating as to whether the fixer really had been a waste of time. They had shared a few meetings and she had introduced him to the basics of the ship...

From the second that Jayjack acted, time seemed to slip into a different dimension and passage. Aoen's grip on her Satyr instinctively tightened as the falling body of the ringleader created friction that could have otherwise ripped it from her hands. She had to forcibly restrain herself from...

Jayjack's enthusiasm and upfront honesty was a trait that gave Aoen some level of relief and comfort. He seemed genuinely interested in more than just the money such a role would earn him - perhaps it was starry eyes, naive and adventurous, but the boots of crew members had to be filled. She...

Any intentions that Jayjack might have had to keep this trip uneventful and quick went out the window as soon as they had stepped out of the hangar. These swoop bikers might have been little more than hoodlum youths, but they still meant business enough to cause a fight with two armed smugglers...

Jayjack's momentary dwelling on the customs of names and naming drew a small switch in expression from Aoen, particularly at the mention of his mother. She didn't have the luxury of her organic given name - she knew how to spell it, but she didn't know how to pronounce it. Its strange...

Artificial light could only go so far when the natural passage of the sun was blocked by thousands of towering streets and buildings above. Rain didn't reach here, but the streets were still damp - whether this was a simulated experience or the drips of sewers, pipelines, and leftover natural...

The momentary sense of quiet as Aoen's ears had filled with ringing that accompanied a sense of disorientation and confusion quickly faded. Noise returned, the room blossomed back to life, and her awareness of the situation in which they found themselves was restored. The absurdity was quickly...

Aoen wasn't entirely sure what had possessed her to find herself here. She scorned coming to the Outer Rim even for serious work, let alone for some kind of unpaid recreation. To top it off, it was on Nar Shaddaa of all places - a planet that set her in a constant state of discomfort and unease...

As the handshake ended, Aoen returned her hands to a folded position under her chest. She was presently devoid of her armor, preferring a more casual choice of jeans and a shirt for comfort. It seemed so arbitrary to remain in the same outfit all the time for the sake of familiarity and...

Events began to unfold a little too quickly for Aoen to process. One moment, she was being questioned from all angles; the next, she remained just with her companion in Jayjack. Speech seemed to register more slowly than anticipated too, as while her basic understanding came immediately, any...

As per her expectation, attention had very quickly been drawn to herself and Jayjack. Given the variety of creatures that gathered in the room, it struck her as slightly shocking that so many had found themselves within such close proximity of her. At this point, her attendance at the auction...

PROLOGUE ✴ ✴ ✴ ✴ ✴ ✴ ✴ ✴ ✴ "She's worth too much not to consider it." Aoyen'neziz had overheard the conversation as she stood in the hallway of a stranger's home a few dozen miles away from her home. She hadn't meant to get lost, but one minute she'd been out with her friends hiding amongst...

Aoen masked some of her amusement at the exchange both physical and verbal between the droid and human, her lips pursing slightly in the process. MR-86 didn't seem to have much capacity for being friendly, kind, or even particularly agreeable, but as backwards as it may have seemed, the...

As Aoen had remained close to the door, the Exile's entry was something she had been quick to notice. One would have been hard pressed to have missed him, given his dubious clothing and his loud announcement. It wasn't unnecessarily uncommon to see hooded figures around - indeed, Aoen's would...

The sheer amount of bays in the hangar she had chosen to rent had left Aoen with no choice - business wasn't coming to her, so she had to go and seek it. Up one level and a few blocks across, she had heard that a small time shady business was offering an auction for transportation and logistical...

Aoen had already gotten the impression that Jayjack simply didn't ever stop babbling. He gave so much excess information without prompt and almost seemed to lack a filter. It was lucky, in some ways, that it was such a quirk, otherwise she would have been sincerely insulted by his insinuations...

The relative peace of owner and droid was broken fairly quickly, by the very type of 'fixer' she had pondered about before. She was sure she'd seen him - or at least someone very much like him - wandering the hangar in the past few days since she'd arrived. He may have even helped load her ship...

Three days felt hard to quantify on Coruscant as the rare commodity that was natural sunlight passed almost without notice through the towering jungle of buildings and suspended level alleys. At roughly the two-thousandth level, dappled light passed across the streets in fleeting moments...