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Leaning over the edge of the speeder, Kenrik pursed his lips and spat onto the street below as the two discussed the new plan. He didn’t need to know Crimson Dawn to piece together the sort of dealings they likely had in the galaxy. What was one less sentient buying scumbag in the galaxy...

Kenrik struggled with keeping up to what was transpiring. The speeder that had been following them turned out to simply be the worry of the inexperienced Feeorin but regardless, the entire situation was starting to wear his typically neutral demeanor thin. Add into the mix that suddenly they...

Patience, it was something that Kenrik had grown accustomed to in life. A slave had no hope on the horizons of each passing day, nothing to look forward to. Nothing but another day of toil and servitude, more time spent under the unforgiving whip of those who dictated every moment of their...

Covax was blunt and to the point, which Kenrik could respect. It seemed he had played cat and mouse with the merc for too long. It was time to get to the point. The corner of his mouth curling upwards, the Feeorin panned his attention around the ensure no one was watching before reaching his...

The Feeorin cracked an eyebrow as Covax made mention of ‘his line of work’. Perhaps he had noticed the transaction that had taken place moments ago? Replaying his approach in his mind, Kenrik recalled the mercenary being focused on the dancer across the room. Regardless, he would maintain that...

Kenrik, his expression blank, watched as Covax’ hand moved to the blaster on his hip and it didn’t take him long to surmise that this man was of a more dangerous variety than could usually be found in Nightfall. He was armed as well, the weight of his new BW-713 strapped to his own hip suddenly...

Freedom was not what Kenrik had anticipated it to be. After escaping Kessel, the Feeorin had managed to make his way around the galaxy but ultimately, Hutt space was where the pull was strongest. It was there that he could disappear into the throngs of civilization and exist in anonymity. It was...

It was decided. This man would die and the Hutt clans would be ever closer to establishing a position of power on the jungle world of Sakiya’s ports. Kenrik remained silent through much of the discussion, instead soaking in the experience. This was not what the Feeorin had anticipated when Russo...

This was nothing like the Feeorin had ever experienced in his life. The game of pulling strings behind drawn curtains was his Master’s area of expertise while he was left to toil in the mines. It was all undoubtedly beyond his scope, at least at this point in time. He would leave the planning to...

Life had a funny way of throwing people one way or another, not by choice but by fate. Such was what had led the Feeorin known as Kenrik Rollo to his current whereabouts. Weeks prior he had been less than nothing. A slave working the spice mines of Kessel yet permitted to live within the palace...