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"Decent enough." She shifted in her seat as she responded, tapping between long range and short range scanners. They were nothing fancy, but these pirates wouldn't exactly be hiding from her if they fell for the bait. "I've got no ordinance with me, but I can pin then down easy enough." She...

Eryn wasn't one for the Hog's Hock. She'd used it as a layover in the passed, grabbing a quick bite or resting there for the night while heading in and out of Iziz, but her trips into the City were rarely the type where you walked in the front gate. She hummed to herself in thought as she slowed...

Eryn rolled her shoulders when Jack told them there would be a few more, standing to follow him from the bar. These were low level turf wars, the thugs they were about to barely worthy of the name, but a blaster shot was still a blaster shot; would be nice to have a few extra hands. She turned...

Eryn kept a wary eye as the man spoke, glancing over his shoulder from time to time to that back door. Mars was likely right, he probably wouldn't try anything stupid, but that is what kept gnawing at her. Probably. "The clue? Yes, yes." The eccentric man chuckled quietly, once more flashing...

Eryn continued to drum her fingers on the console as she waited for her partner to get into position, the scant few moments that it took feeling like a lifetime. She hated this, hated being exposed and vulnerable, but it made sense. Her freighter was near the same spec as the last one the...

Eryn tossed a glance around the room once more as Jack spoke, a fleeting smile given as he spoke about the Weequay. As if on queue, one of them knocked his cup of the table, the acrid yellow booze flooding the floor to the sound of their laughter. The bartender grumbled something she didn't hear...

Eryn had only walked the lower levels of the Smugglers Moon a few times, and more often than not it turned into some scrap with a drunken Weequay or argument with a drunken Tourist. This, however, was one of the few times she'd been asked to go out looking for a fight. She pulled the collar of...

Eryn slipped out of the speeder and stood in the glow of the neon above, the harsh blue and green glow illuminating the white streaks in her hair. She tugged the collar of her bomber jacket higher and rolled her neck with a subtle crack. Scanner may have been clear, but she was taking no...

It was a rarity that Eryn found her way to her home-planet these days. There was no sentimental value it held for her, no longing to return, but when she found herself in the Sector it was always good to hold up near a bar that serve the drinks just the way you like. She certainly hadn't figured...

Eryn leant back in her pilot seat, the squeak of the patched fabric rubbing on the durasteel console setting her teeth on edge. The viewport in front of her remained clear, the Sukkult system slowly trundling passed as she flew with a single of her four ion-engines engaged. Tapping a few...