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Allegra had never been treated so well in her life. She knew, perhaps, she would pay up for it later; her employer was bound to get into trouble, fighting, and danger as all important people did. But quite frankly, she didn't care. She fully expected Newton to have backstabbed her, or left her...

Her eyes glowed like a kid in a candy shop. If he had laid a giant bag full of credits at her feet, she couldn't have been happier. Armor! Protection! Weapons! Custom orders!!! She wheeled around on one foot, blue eyes visibly sparkling. "If it wasn't so damn inappropriate, I could kiss you...

At the mention of armor, any attempt of being the stoic bodyguard vanished. Her features visibly brightened, and it took all her composure not to squeal or dance. Instead, she bit down on her lower lip, and merely nodded once, excitement visible in her entire body. "Lead the way, boss, you...

She smirked a bit at his surprise at seeing angels; she loved that story, telling it never got old. "Oh yeah. But don't get too close; all that ethereal beauty is best admired from a great distance." She grinned wider at the droid's cheerful blipping back at her, and she'd offer him a wink...

At his question, she visibly beamed, straightening up. Talk of travel was something she enjoyed immensely; though her scope on the galaxy wasn't as great as some, she had gone star-hopping enough that it meant being well-traveled in this galaxy. "Aw yeah! Been through most of the Core, Mid-Rim...

She smirked at the mention of the Kel Dor; she managed to get a good view of it when she was bouncing between planets. "Yeah. I used to play in secondary school; those guys were amateurs. I was shocked no one died." She absently stretched, then glanced at Newton more steadily, tilting her head...

She grinned at the mention of droids; not too long ago, she had been spending her time in the Core, plying her trade to fix droids and ships. "Yeah? I knew you were smart, but university, that's impressive." She considered taking courses for the longest time while on a CorSec payroll, but...

Manaan. She couldn't remember if she'd been there or not... it had been ages if she had. She followed him into the taxi, leaning back into the seat when his question registered. She paused; for a moment, blue eyes looked into his, before she cracked a smile, and a slight shrug. "I think my...

She grinned once at the Rodian before shoving him away, watching as the three skulked off. Technically, she knew she ought to go back and retrieve her armor, but... this was a new opportunity. She could get better armor, better equipment. This guy probably made a substantial salary; working as...

Why was it just when she was having a good night, starting to relax, a bunch of thugs always had to screw it over? For a moment, confusion flickered over her eyes. Hottest hunks? What? She slid a puzzled look over at Newton for a second as though to ask what the kriff they were talking...

A giddy rush filled her chest at the idea. Finally, finally she might have landed a decent job. True, she would likely still get shot at, but it would be loads better pay than those two Syndicate brothers had after escaping that assault in Coruscant. A pity she hadn't worked out with the cutie...

So he didn't immediately laugh off her offer... the night was finally going good. Still, he asked a fair question. She gave a one-shouldered shrug, taking another drink before answering. "I'd prefer working for you, but I wouldn't mind being hired out for Blackwell in case I'm needed." He was...

Credits sounded really nice. In fact, for most people, credits would be exceptionally better than even tech or whatever else he mentioned. But she was looking for something beyond that. She had been spending way too many hours trying to ply her trade at space stations for bored teens or harried...

She had to admit, he wasn't the easiest person to find either. The datacard burned a hole in her clutch; but she wasn't gonna just hand it over just yet. He was a businessman, and from what she learned in the rim, there were certain protocols she should follow. And if they were to work together...

Okay, yeah. He was cute. A subtle grin flicked on her lips at his calling her Leggy. She'd let it slide; truth be told, she would have thought he was hesitant to meet her at all, given that she shot one of the Chosen during their high-stress situations, but he did, and he agreed to drinks...

Smart guy. But staying in an alleyway casually chatting would bring up attention; she didn't want to risk the Suit getting more holes in him than he needed to have. She stepped a little bit closer, eyeing him. So he wanted a name; she'd have to give him one. "Allegra. Friends call me Leggy."...

Ever since Vontor, Allegra had had to lay low. Avoiding most of the civilized portions of the galaxy, she swapped out the antiquity she'd picked up for something more discreet and fast. Her armor, as well, needed an upgrade for anonymity. But for now, she wanted to be recognized by one person...

Many people would have sprinted for the sportier-looking ships, or ones with better firepower. Not her. She always had a soft spot for craft that could take a decent hit and let her stay under the radar. It was touching and all that the droid was taking to the Suit, but time was run out. Soon...

She appraised both men as they spoke; the Sith, surprisingly, seemed to align with the Blackwell representative. Were they allied somehow? It was above her paygrade to speculate. The cat woman wasn't far from her eye either. They had enough ships; she could make her break for it and leave the...

She listened wordlessly to what the droids were saying. Still, she didn't let the slaver cat out of her sight. Who knew, she would probably try to pull another IG-0R or something while they would be leaving. Or take some sort of parting shot at Leggy personally. Either way, she would follow them...