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Things were going remarkably smoothly. Kel disengaged the jetboots and landed on one of the empty walkways as if it was nothing. The rain and the time of day (or rather, night) helped—few people were out there to take the walkways. It was an easy jog from there back to the Swift. Though by the...

Truth to be told, Kel wasn't quite sure what was going on. Who shot whom, where Tal was, or even if any enemies were still alive and standing. The ringing in his head was subsiding, but it was still worse than any hangover he had been through. In all the excitement, he only noticed Tal picking...

Orchestrating a perfect escape was easy for Tal. He had positioned himself far enough from danger, not surrounded by the Pitlord's thugs. Apparently, he had met the pilot of the Blacklight while Kel was searching for the ship. But most importantly, he did not experience the concussion grenade...

Tal... Thinking about some "unfinished business" while I'm surrounded by a bunch of cutthroats. Through the earpiece of his helmet, Kel could hear everything that his accomplice was saying to him. Maybe Tal could even hear what the others were saying to Kel. But replying over the comlink while...

Things were getting worse by the minute. Under normal circumstances, the news of Tal finding the pilot would've been great. But now that pilot was heading for the ship and was about to tear through the web of half-truths that Kel had carefully crafted to sway the local crime-lord to his way of...

Some time later... Despite the iffy sprinkling rain, landing platform Z-22 in the lower wards of the outpost was more crowded than ever. Droids lugging the last of the cargo crates aboard the small freighter were normal; so were the astromechs who were finishing pre-launch checks. But what...

Kel was confident in his plan. So much so that he didn't even wish to argue with the trigger-happy Mando about going to the cantina. In truth, finding the ship also meant finding the pilot sooner or later. And if Kel could get on board, he wouldn't even need a pilot. A part of him wished that he...

— Flight control, this is the Black Swift. Requesting permission to land. — Hold your horses, Black Swift. Your arrival isn't scheduled, and you aren't on the list of regular... Kriff, stand by! — Wait, wha... Things had just got a lot more complicated. The Blacklight wasn't picking up cargo in...

Kel's worst suspicions came true as the Blacklight headed towards the mountains. Even more surprisingly, its pilot decided to navigate through the mountains at full speed instead of slowing down. One crazy karker. But despite that, it didn't seem like the Blacklight was gaining distance on the...

Kel's reply would come with a slight delay, through the ship's intercom: "Depends on where they land. If it's in the wilds, then start blasting as soon as the ramp is lowered. Their shields will probably be offline then. Go for the engines, and they'll be grounded." It was a good idea to talk...

It sounded easy on paper: "Intercept a Hutt ship called the Blacklight over Nimban. Take the cargo and deliver it to Crymorah to get paid. What you do to the ship and the pilot is up to you." But on taking a closer look, that whole op stunk. For more than one reason. For starters, it had been a...

News travels fast around the galaxy... as long as you are in range of a comms beacon. You jump into a system, link up to it, and suddenly your databanks are filled with all the latest stuff: galactic news, local news, trade prices, latest gossip, rants about local news and trade prices...

"Karkin' finally!" The whole "dealing with a security spike and finding ways to mess with things" wasn't Kel's thing. So he was relieved when the Senior Guard bought into their ruse and stepped aside for a while. Marissa was even generous enough to warn Kel in advance and go for the head. That...

Kel was caught by surprise when Marissa slipped a security spike to him, but didn't show it thanks to the mask. Him using the spike was never part of the plan. Yet he also knew that one couldn't plan for everything. So while Marissa engaged in conversation with the security guard, Kel headed...

"Yeah, go ahead," despite maintaining an air of confidence, Kel did reply with a slight delay. His first instinct was to follow the Cerean who had taken the prized ranger badge. Who knew what he might've done in his office. It's not like any ranger would relinquish the badge like that, right? It...

It seemed like the Jedi agreed to listen to reason. One of them provided a comlink, which Kel would pick up after the two Jedi started retreating. Preef was too focused on seeing Talak and his friends off the premises. It made sense: if the Jedi decided to pull a fast one, a distracted...

Before long, the guard was sent off by his Cerean overseer. A burly hardass, no doubt about it. But even he didn't seem too skeptical about the story and the whole setup. The demand for an ID was logical, and Kel wasn't opposed too much to showing his badge for a longer period of time. Its...

The noise of blaster shots quickened, yet somehow they stopped hitting the truck. Then the blaster fire stopped completely after the loud and gnashing screech of metal somewhere behind them. Only then did Kel finally slow down and look backwards to see a familiar vehicle catching up. The lowered...

Kel was discovering new sides of Preef by the minute. The media made the Rodian seem a gunslinger who thought with his blasters first, and brains second. But there on Kessel, his "earnest offer" sounded like something Marissa Hesse would've come up with. The Jedi were given the choice between a...

Preef said only three words. Yet those three words were the worst that Kel could think of under the circumstances. "We wait here." For the Jedi to come over. In the throne room of a rival syndicate. With most of other guards away. Preef was good, no doubt about it. But even he would have a hard...