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Zash received no audible reply from the other acolyte, and he just kind of looked at the other guy for a long moment, glancing down at the list of shops and a random bird on the paper. Yeah, good talk, he said, taking another puff of his smoke. He was about to start wandering down the street...

Zash smiled as she mentioned maximum casualties. It was all part of a sadistic plan to off as many acolytes as they could. He nodded along as she mentioned Arcane the Congregation. Alright, alright. Never played it myself, but at least means you're familiar with the concept, he said. He could...

He glanced back to see someone else he guessed was his age coming in. She had a key so he could only assume this was Ailis. She made her way out to the balcony with him, taking a seat and pulling out a smoke of her own. I dunno if it's smoking or not, but it didn't stop me. No spook's jumped...

Zash was starting to think that Denon wasn't his cup of tea. He'd been spending more and more time here recently getting "on the job training" as the Sith called it. He was pretty sure it was just their way of dumping the scut work off on someone else. And so Zash had been given a partner, a...

Zash lit up a smoke and took a deep breath, letting the chemical perfuse his lungs and seep into his bloodstream. It took the edge off of the waiting, helping Zash relax as he sat there watching the people cross the street. Kriffing finally, he muttered under his breath. Zash did an expert job...

Zash was having the time of his life as as Sith. Even if he periodically got sent into active war zones or forced to do dumb "recon" missions, it was a world better than what he'd been doing in the Lower City. And when he wasn't on missions he lived like a comparative king. Of course, his...

Zash grunted as she mentioned the warehouse and the brake being used to activate the gas. He didn't feel better about having missed it, but he told himself there was nothing he could have done on that front. All right, yeah, let's go to the warehouse, he said with a nod. Then he looked back to...

Zash had lost track of exactly how many layers of clothes he was wearing and he was still cold. It pierced right through his clothes, through his muscle, all the way to the bone. He was thinking about sticking his hand in his lightsaber just to warm up at this point. And he even liked the cold...

Zash leapt at the final thug, hand reaching out to wrap around the man's throat and slamming him forcefully into the wall. He placed his unignited saber blade up against the man's belly as Ashla went about looking through the vehicle. I turn this on now and you probably won't die if you get...

Ashla managed to cut her way out of the vehicle and... well, they weren't dead. That was a plus, though the sound of others nearby now shouting about "Jedi" set him on edge. First off because he started looking for Jedi before realizing the idiots were talking about he and Ashla. Secondly, he...

Zash shrugged as Din made fun of what he had said inside the building. As was pointed out, I don't look very scary so I wasn't going to change his mind on that, he said. Creativity in social situations wasn't his strongest suit. Also, I'm that edgy, he added dryly. He was... sometimes self...

Zash had used the Spuber app! Just because this planet was a piece of trash didn't mean that was his fault. Everyone here drank, smoked, and did spice. It was just the way of things down here. From one point of view, the droid was very polite for offering them both a deathstick. After all, the...

Zash wished he could have said he was shocked by what the thug said, but when compared side by side he certainly didn't look as intimidating with his lack of horns and the like. Still, he was relentless and determined. After a brief consideration of just stabbing the man to show that he was to...

Zash shrugged at Din's suggestion and added works for me. It was true they wouldn't really "blend" super well, but the galaxy was full of odd people and unusual aliens. Though the horns really did stand out, didn't they? Looked intimidating enough that the gang might just want to bring him in...

Zash glanced down as his comlink buzzed, seeing the info of his partner on this particular job. Good, he's on time, he thought to himself, deciding that while he may not know the other man that was at least a good initial sign. He nodded to himself and proceeded to head on toward the building...

Her initial "apology" didn't seem very sincere or compelling, but even if it was, there was nothing really to say. As long as she didn't keep smudging everything. Zash watched what then proceeded to unfold in front of him in mild disbelief. How had she gotten this far being this... sloppy? How...

He didn't have a problem with her taking food for herself - better to not have growling stomachs or distractions on the mission - but he did mind the brownie smudges she was leaving on his map! Can you, please! he said, somewhat exasperated as she got the second smudge on there. He grabbed one...

Zash was still looking over several pieces of his equipment when she got back. Supplies for bypassing alarm systems, a blueprint of their alleged location of interest, and of course his own lightsaber repair supplies were all arranged in an orderly fashion upon the bed. As she set down her own...

There had been a quiet unease between the Syndicates and the Empire ever since the conflict between Preef Callo and Empress Andruil. Small skirmishes had taken place between the two ever since, but nothing that resulted in outright battles or the like. He and another Acolyte had been sent out...

Zash was pretty sure he was in the bowels of galaxy at this point. He'd been dispatched here to deal with a swoop gang that had double crossed one of the higher-ups in the Empire. He'd read the reports and filed it away on his datapad, but to be honest, at the moment he was just trying to make...