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It all came down to this. The Body Snatcher. The man who worked on sentients across the Galaxy, made some of the best replacements that had ever been seen on the Galactic market and a madman who enjoyed cutting people apart to stitch in some of said replacements. He was a monster but he did...

Last time he was on Coruscant he had been a "rather naughty boy" as his, quite frankly, incredibly creepy CO had called it. Of course he remembered it as the time he had lost his left hand and, more importantly to him, when he had lost his right eye. They wanted him to try and get close to a...

Capturing an insurgent wasn't anything new to Tomic and he had even done a few interrogations of said insurgents but this set up was new. The insurgent in question was a member of a mercenary band of some kind, a rather well funded kind, and actually had no ties to the Galactic Alliance as far...

So they were on Czerka's side in these matters and to prove that they were... breaking into one of their labs. Alright so the mission was one of those that sounded simple and complicated at the same time but, in reality, was just political and that was the only reason it was complicated at all...

"Remember @Irolia Shen - we are in disguise." he reminded his partner as they approached the laboratory they were preparing to takeover from the inside, "Please try to refrain from whipping out your lightsaber." He was only really being sassy to his Sith ally because he was nervous if he was...

Tomic hated his replacement hand. His eye he really didn't care all that much about - it was rather bulky and unattractive but he didn't need it to be anything but a replacement that did it's job and it did. Sure, the colours weren't as crisp as he would like but what the hell did he care if...

Politics were... less clean than war. Less than a few months ago, Tomic would be firing his weapons until they clicked empty at the sight of Mandalorian forces ahead of them. But right now? Well now that the political landscape had changed, sighting down waiting Mandalorians was actually much...

Dxun was... a little bit close to home for Tomic. Onderon was literally RIGHT THERE in the sky, dominating the skyline utterly, and it was his home. He hadn't been back home in some time but even just setting foot on Dxun was... different. He could almost feel how close he was to his home...

Space was boring. There was nothing more that could really be said - it just was. Tomic sighed a little bit as he poked at the glass of blue milk on the holo-table he was sat at in the crew quarters. He and his allies had been hired as muscle for the protection of this shipment and he was...

Tomic was not, by nature, a suspicious person but sometimes things just lined up that you couldn't ignore what the Galaxy was trying to tell you. Some of the Sith would say it was the Force or something but Tomic didn't know anything about that. All he knew was that sometimes when something...

Sometimes Tomic got angry and sometimes he got so angry that he got calm again - this was one of those times. Armed with his gladius rifle rather than his long one, Tomic made sure that his helmet was ready before looking up at his two allies. They were in a warehouse opposite the nightclub...

Time to get to work. Tomic didn't really enjoy spending any amount of time in the undercity of Coruscant but he had gotten the contract for the assassination from his contact and it was time to get it done. The contact was someone from the underworld of Coruscant but he came highly recommended...