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"Oh." Barnabus looked down and took a slurp from his drink. "Well that's lame and underwhelming." He turned around in his seat to face away from the bar and scanned the room once again. Between people gradually sifting out to host their own private rendevouzs or either shooting themselves or...

Barnabus' eyes instinctively shrivelled into a squint when the woman mentioned that she also considered herself a slicer. Maybe it was his innate venomous nature, or perhaps some sort of arrogant jealousy but he audibly rolled his eyes in response to her statement. Amateurs were everywhere. On a...

When the game of Rusaan roulette was announced, Barnabus slowly rotated his stool so that he could get a better view of the carnage. It filled Barnabus with a private sort of glee as the idiots in the cantina lined up one by one to blast themselves in the face - infact he actually almost laughed...

The first thing Barnabus noticed about Takodana when he arrived was the air. The air on Takodana was fresh - he could smell nature and salty water on the wind. Gross. This shit hole probably doesn't even have neon signs. Thankfully it did have access to the Holonet, which Barnabus immediately...

Hex caught the datapad before it hit the ground. He cocked his head. All of this was for some little piece of metal in the back of it? He didn't even care about the contents? Hex's eyes rolled into the back of his skull. He looked at the datapad and shrugged. He could still make money from the...

Hex watched in silent anticipation as a pair of Pyke boots slowly stepped infront of the desk. Fortunately they didn't seem to notice the terminal's screen actively moving as Hex sliced through it's security. Just as he was about to pull the chair out from the desk and reveal Hex's location, the...

Pulling the cable out of his holopad once more he plugged it into the terminal and began to slice through the security. Coding and data rapidly scrolled upwards on his holopad's screen faster than most people were capable of reading but Hex kept a straight face and constantly darted his eyes...

He must have the datapad itself? Hex pondered for a moment. Why? Surely the contents of the pad were what was important. This was like coveting the Chest and not the Treasure within. No - Nor'Baal may be simple but he's not that simple. The scheming slug was up to something, he had to be. It...

Hex visibly whinced as the volume of his Hutt Boss' voice rapidly bounced up and down like. "Apologies Nor'Baal sir before we proceed, your drone, it has dirt at the back of it - allow me to clean it for you." He approached the drone and walked around to the back of it, holding it firmly in...

"He's gone?" Hex quietly bit his lip with a seething rage when the royal slug insinuated that the pensioner he'd been paired with going AWOL was his fault, but this was quickly replaced with a delighted grin when he re-processed the information. He was gone! "Thank the Void, that old Kriffhead...

Hex kept his hood up and head down, nose buried into his holopad. He'd finally finished the last few lines of coding for the dataplague that would copy the contents of Maz Pyke's datapad to his own. Even he couldn't resist letting out a small chuckle to himself as he stored the malware into a...

"You're right," "Obviously." "Maybe you should try to slice the building's security from a subnet-port nearby-" "Obviously." Hex continued typing into his holopad, nearly finishing the final lines of code for his data transfering dataplague, while the man continued laying out the 'finer'...

Hex's day was just getting worse and worse. Not only was he off-world, but the planet he was on was an absolute dung heap. Acidic rain splattered the ground around them while they sat under the flimsy shelter of some rusty noodle bar that, going from the pale slurry of worms that remained...

On Coruscant:Barnabus observed the interactions through his droid's sensors, the feed being linked directly to his computer screen. He ran the words that the giant slug spoke through a translation program and within seconds their meanings were displayed in Basic on one of his monitors. Syndicate...

On Coruscant: Barnabus was slouched in an expensive leather gaming chair, one socked foot on the chair while the other rested firmly on his desk. He wore purple headphones which were filling his ears with the latest trends in Dathomirian Death Metal, his head gently bobbing up and down and in...