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Though Acklay had met with Sith before - she had worked to change the identity of a particular one to help him hide from the Empire - she'd not quite met with a Sith quite like this one. 'The Dark Lord.' It was quite a summon, or rather, a hire. In a way, she felt quite flattered knowing that...

She'd been back on Coruscant much more than she would like recently, but business was business and opportunity was opportunity. The fall of the New Republic combined with the 'nexus' (or whatever) on Coruscant and the riots in the streets was almost the perfect time for something like this...

It was 2:47am on Coruscant. Early enough that patrons were on their drunken way homes, and late enough that most of the reasonable citizens of the city were sound asleep. Acklay was waiting for her partner to show up with one arm hugging her abdomen and the other holding a dimly lit datapad in...

The room was dimly lit, which made the sparks flying up into the air appear even brighter. Mars laid half-reclined in her chair, her left arm strapped to the left side of the chair while a particularly intimidating-looking surgeon droid cut into her arm. The droid, which she'd aptly nicknamed...

Buyers had been invited to a warehouse on Omega, hidden away from major streets and among other featureless, boxy buildings. Two guards stood outside the small entrance door, each one with a slugthrower on their hip and some sort of baton stun rod in their grips. One of them had a flat...

- Tatooine was just as hot as ever, but for what was considered so, it was a nice day. A couple of fluffy white clouds drifted lazily across the sky, and there was a warm breeze that was just ever-so-slightly cooler than the weight of heat burning down from the planet's twin suns. Conversation...

It felt like a good sign that an anonymous contractor was reaching out to her. She had no idea if it was the same one from before or someone different - anonymous was anonymous after all - but it meant that the people hiring her services had enough reason to keep their identity under wraps...

Mars liked getting into places she wasn't supposed to be. It was part of what made a good slicer. Ambition, curiosity, and adaptability. Skill too, of course, but skill came with time and experience. Mars had gotten to where she was today because when she saw a barrier, her first instinct was...

Mars had remained undetected in Mr. Sion Shif's network for a while now. After she and Terra left their little party recon so long ago, she'd managed to move laterally and gain access to one of the administrator accounts. It'd taken a while itself, but she had time and no reason to rush the...

Mars didn't know a ton about Eryn - the sentiment probably went both ways - but the woman seems like she could stick to her guns, and the two had hit it off well enough to make working together the logical next step. They'd met in a bar uptown while Mars had been scouting out potential leads...

"Alright, here's what I found out." In the back of the Afterlife, tucked away in a private booth away from prying eyes and eavesdroppers, Mars had spread her findings out across the table. It was a strange mixture of paper and hologram, with the paper bits being quite old. Terra would be able...

"Kriff, another day, another damn gang fight." The Cyberpunks and the Diamond Eyes never quite saw eye to eye. Tensions between the two gangs had been tense for the past few months, but for a while Juno had been holding out hope their differences wouldn't dissolve into conflict. The last thing...