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Assassins. They assassinated, naturally. Assassination was always the name of their game. Death. Murder. Terminator. Exterminator. And this one considers herself a badass assassin. Famous? No. Known in her own circle. Limited to certain criminal elements. Better that way. She doesn’t want to get...

Mazzo. The woman licked her lips, but not in a grin. It wasn’t yet the moment for it. The name of the idiot settled well no less. Her target. The man who targeted Oshin. The owner of this strip club, Club Helix, and this would be this man’s very own grave. If Oshin Jantu had her way, and she...

Another planet, another city. Mos Eisley. Obviously. Bounty was out on a mercenary named Dip Bombat. Some dumb Twi’lek wanted dead or alive. Well, others were after him who weren’t really bounty hunters. One was an assassin and her target could only punch his ticket one way when it came down to...

A blam, a crash, blaster bolts into her handler’s thigh and again into a window at her right. Sure, Borghini might hold a grudge, but he had more to gain letting an assassin get away. Take care of his business, do a mission for him, and get better guards to guard his side. Maybe he lied, might...

Up the stairs, players beware, because here is a player of the game who doesn’t easily scare. Whether there is danger above her, it doesn’t matter, because she knows who she is—a killer. An assassin, has the hands and the ass to back it up, or something such, unafraid of the flare. Has to have...

Tequila. She took one. She took another. But she isn’t drunk. No time for fun. At the bar, one track takes a step back, trades this for that, lyrics in a tit for tat. Glass in hand, eyes roving, dancefloor but the dancers aren’t raving, not much. Not that kind of beat for these feet in this...

They thought they could win. Her enemies. They’re idiots, she thinks. Die on their knees. She’s coming after them. Oshin Jantu. The women, the men. Any pets too. One by one. “Changed my mind.” Thinking aloud in the ride. “I’ll spare the pets. You, Buck?” The Nautolan looks left, looks right...

…A woman…has a face…it is…cold as death… …An ocean…in outer space…and silent cries… …In space…you can scream…your last breath… …Not personal, just business, Oshin closing eyes… Amid the ships flying the airways between buildings. Something watches them, up high in the sky they fly. An eye, two...