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Pidge shifted excitedly on the bench. The hover train was another five minutes away, according to the scrolling sign above the station. The air smelled of opportunity. Actually, it more likely smelled of the fried food of vendors, but opportunity was close enough. The unsuspecting people of...

Brentaal was a wonderful planet. No rival syndicate members chasing Pidge, no excessive amounts of city smog. It was rare for a core planet not to be entirely covered in a sprawling cityscape, and the Twi’lek found it refreshing. Sure, dark alleyways and crowded streets were exciting, but only...

It was one of the nicer places on Corellia, Pidge thought. She, having been a dancer-by-night, knew a good establishment on sight. The table tops were devoid of grease and the floor boasted no spilled drinks or bodily fluid. Even the entertainment was what the haughty might call ‘refined’...

Glasses clinked. Attire glistened in the low lighting. Droids rolled around serving hors d’oeuvres and beverages. Every manner of human and alien appeared to be attending, all in the newest, flashiest fashions. There was, in fact, such an abundance of shiny, sparkling, or sequined surfaces...

The mechanical arm in front of Pidge lifted as an automated voice spoke in galactic basic “Welcome to terminal 17F. Please place your baggage at your feet and take a seat as you await your 8:45 Ryloth time shuttle. We hope you’ve enjoyed your stay at Lessu Station.” The screen above to doorway...

Things were really not running smoothly for Pidge Batana. In fact, very few occurrences could make the situation worse. She had never thought her job would involve real danger, yet here she was cornered by two thugs with blasters pointed at her head. It was certainly not the polite, legal...

Pidge stepped off the crowded train that had taken her to the hospitality sector on level 1287. Truthfully, to be off the train was relief. There had been no empty seats and every surface was covered in a layer of grime, not to mention the heavy scent of death stick smoke that permeated every...

Pidge downed another Jawa Juice as she scanned the Cantina. It’s a busy night tonight, she mused. Upbeat music and bright, colorful lights overwhelmed her senses. She had chosen one of the more flashy Cantinas to meet the client in. There was a circular stage in the middle where several Quarren...