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Jaron nodded in agreement. "Good idea." He agreed. They moved swiftly down the large terminal to the right hangar door. As they neared it, the door opened, and what looked like a cargo crew exited. Jaron and Kitt walked in as they walked out, and as the door closed behind them, in front of them...

Jaron found the musician's flamboyance annoying, mostly because it drew attention to him by proximity. Without seeming so, he was tense, but he relaxed slightly when a familiar person came into the cantina to sit down next to him, Darmus, his handler within the Sector Rangers. "You must be...

"Better luck next time." Jaron smirked at his handler's outburst as he sweapt up the databad and placed it in his pocket. It was time to split up. He nodded to his handler as Darmus stood up and got ready to leave. They were both busy men, and the longer the meeting lasted the higher the risk of...

Jaron shrugged. "I make do." He replied. He wasn't sure what else to say. Jaron was not one to share his feelings. The stress of the job, the constant concern of being exposed, the watching innocent people get hurt in front of him by his "fellow criminals" and not being able to stop it, it was...

Jaron looked at his wrist watch as he made his way through the streets of Nar Shaddaa. He knew he was being followed - probably by local security forces - but after a few quick turns, and a parkour trip up a fire escape, over a roof top, and down on a completely different street, the veteran...

Jaron nodded a thank you to the ranger, took a breath on the tabacc stick, and then exhaled a small cloud of smoke. It left a familiar burning sensation in his center mass. He dropped some of the ash into an ash tray before sticking his hand in his pocket again, taking out a piece of paper...

Jaron nodded quietly as Kitt warned him of the pickpockets. He remembered when he had himself been one of those young boys trying to scrape together a living by stealing people's wallets. Even if they were successful most of the money would go to whoever organized the gangs, usually an...

Hawksby woke up at five in the morning. It was the same time he had woken up every day since his first day in boot camp, many many years go. As soon as he woke up, he got out of bed, and did his morning workout. 200 pushups (no breaks or pauses) with his legs elevated on his bed, followed by...

Jaron had an instant dislike to his partner. He wasn't sure if it was the fast talking or the fact that he was asking about things that weren't any of his business, or the fact that he was being way too loud in an establishment that was filled with people who did not need to know their...

The shady little motel was located in one of the shadier sectors of the massive sprawl that was the Vertical City, Nar Shaddaa. Anonymous, sure, but it was also dirty, seedy. There was a spice addict at the corner outside of the motel, a Rhodian who had sat slumped against the wall continually...

Eriadu City, Eriadu Jaron had never been to Eriadu before. The city was bustling with tourists and a rich nightlife of neon, music, and the unmistakeable cacaphony of sounds that made up the lyrical theme song of casinos everywhere. It reminded him of Canto Bight, where he had done a few...

The Dune Sea Tatooine A blood red sun rose over the sands of the Dune Sea. Its desolate beauty was mesmerizing. The lifelessness was cold and hard, a true testament to the harsh reality that was life on Tatooine. A fortress was located in the middle of the dune sea, a giant brown cube of...

Zonju V, Outer Rim Territories Six years ago Tesla leaned back against the wall of the trench, barely flinching when an explosion showered his beskar'gam in rubble and dirt. A few soldiers ran past him towards their own destination somewhere along the trench system. Nearby, a Zabrak mercenary...