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Endless research was Nakoa's specialty by this point. Not that they minded whatsoever, they loved it truth be told. It was just principle, in this case. This one had taken an inordinate amount of time to figure out, but in the end, they usually found what they were looking for. And so they...

Exploring part of the Witch-King's tomb had been informative but not entirely fruitful just yet. It was an extensive complex, by all accounts, and other work had called them away. But now there was time. Particularly as Nakoa believed they'd found hints of even more of worth hidden in the...

Honestly, Nakoa thought they'd dislike Dorin more than they did. The weather was actually pretty nice this time of year. Sure, a breath mask was needed, but at least it wasn't some horrible desert. Or another thrice-damned lava planet. Never again. Between other more scholarly activities, the...

A deal had been struck, however strange, in whatever way it'd come to be. Magic and blood were the ink for this contract. Knowledge was the game, as it so often was in Nakoa's work. The whole thing was dangerous for the Wrean in particular. Arla hadn't seemed pleased by it all, but also seemed...

It was pretty chilly this time of year on Asusto. Snow drifted light from cloudy sky to gather on branch, ground, and stone. Wind whistled through forest arms outstretched, bare of leaf or nest. Nakoa waited in a clearing in well-tailored winter attire. It was well-made, but lighter than a...

One vacation, then another, then a pair of them separately. Arla and Nakoa had earned their time of rest. Still, even in his off hours, the Shaman always had something on his mind. Always and forever. They read and researched for fun, learning, planning, and training. A small break only gave him...

Specialization is for insects. Caught in a web, an acolyte sent on a task far from home would find herself in truly unfortunate circumstances. By fate or simple back lack, Raish had been enchained by zealots of the local belief system. Captured and thrown in a cell with two other prisoners...

Apex had a reputation. For success, for efficiency, for planning that left echoes long after they'd left the task behind. A reputation whispered in rumor oft unconfirmed. Their sense of discretion was unmatched by other mercenary organizations and the vast majority of their advertisement was...

It'd been only a relatively short while since Nakoa last visited home, but this time it was mostly for recreation. They worked and studied hard, trained every day, and they felt like relaxing in the sea with a little fishing. Besides, his supply of fresh seafood was running low, and damn if he...

THEME Nar Shaddaa. How he hated this place. The frothing rot of dereliction and desperation wafted thick from the bottom to the top. Singh could hear it, ringing from hungry mouths and aching bones. He could see it in the color of the wind, stained by death and foul industrial fog. His senses...

New Absolon was a mess of a place, especially for the Mid Rim. Their society was firmly split between three classes of people. The Workers, the poor laborers, cogs in the machine of industry. The Civilized, nobles and wealthy land-owners, kings of industry, reaping the benefits of the Workers...

Muse Music Unmoving inside a custom meditation chamber meant solely for their own use, Irirangi began his process. They floated in a cross-legged pose within a room filled with water taken from a certain area of the Wrean Depths. It swirled languidly around them in response to their delving...

Muse Music Deep lake sand, grains of black and gray, brushed over the bare skin of their leg on some errand current. Sounds echoed in the water, flowing on its own and swirled mindlessly at the urging of living things passing through. Cool, brackish waters pressed in all around them, neither...

Nakoa had yet to work with this Sarella character, but she was on the Apex list as a bounty hunter, so he'd figured it was only a matter of time. It was Maro Dolphe they were after, an Incom engineer who'd run off with secret plants and parts. Incom wanted them back alive, and the plans...

On some worlds, the urban jungle was no less treacherous than the wilds on others. Ord Mantell was one such place, a rotten hive of scum and villainy by any definition. Getting into trouble there wasn't so much as a matter of effort as being at the wrong place at the wrong time. Something a...

Mutual deals were one of Nakoa's favorite things and underworld types were almost always willing to oblige. Despite the reputation for ruthlessness most gangs and groups worked hard to cultivate, much like your average predator in nature, they preferred not to start trouble for no good reason...

It was known that the Sith Order couldn't be overly discerning with who they worked these days. Without the backup of the Imperial Government and its billions-strong forces, they had to actually use their heads for once. Sometimes this meant sneaking about, sometimes this meant calling on...

For much of the days not else occupied, it was scrolls and tomes Nakoa studied. Old and forgotten lore was the thing the young man most fervently adored, was the trade he plied, a call of fate he couldn't help by heed. Destiny, however, was a story he wrote all his own. Wrean, Willmarked, shaman...

Nakoa had been meditating when the sound of rustling brush drew his attention, eyes snapping open. He'd been camping on a planet far in wild space, one with sentient life that mostly existed in scattered tribes and wildlife living in hilly, arboreal tundras. A reference in some ancient document...

One way or another, Nakoa still had second-hand contact with other Force wielders. A Jedi or two aside, most were Sith, Dark Jedi, shamans, witches, and so forth. The only common threads were Force sensitivity and the requirement of payment one way or another, or else some form of deal. It just...