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TAS-588298 glanced at the smaller man who recited their number off a datapad hesitantly. It wasn't really a question, of course that's who they were. That was all they were... wasn't it? Their violet eyes met the man's for a second, brushing over his features before lowering to settle on the...

The sharp blare of the predictable morning siren stirred TAS-588298 from their fitful slumber. The cold and pitted floor was hard against the skin not covered in their old and worn Czerka worksuit, once a crisp and clean yellow and black, now faded in a motley dust brown that matched the rest of...

Whatever Arla had done to the man... it had been sufficiently torturous enough to have him spilling his guts out for them. Not an artifact then, but a key. It made sense that the Dawn wouldn't outright say what had been stolen from them. Better that the contractors they hired think that it was...

Yvon made a noise of affirmative to Arla's comment about there being nothing on the device. It was highly likely but worth a shot. The slicer was deep in concentration at this point and responses were hard to come by, however the comment about the spot marked within the quarantine zone did draw...

Yvon glanced at the data terminal when Arla asked her question. Could she? The extreme confidence that they had felt about their slicing skills had taken a blow recently, with their failure on G'wenee. There was no room for self doubt now, here on the job and Yvon nodded. "Of course." The...

The all clear call sounded a few moments later from the room ahead. Yvon would grab the unconscious man by his collar and drag him along behind them, leaving a thin trickle of crimson where his crushed nose bled on the ground. They would enter the room, lifting the unconscious man up and heaving...

Arla's answer was rather vague, though Yvon decided that they probably deserved that. It's not like the slicer went around bragging about just how good they could slice or how well they could handle a blade. There was no opportunity for a follow up however as one of the men in the backroom...

The besalisk was right in the middle of telling Yvon precisely where they could stick their credits, in explicit detail, when suddenly his face seized up. The besalisk seemed to fall unconscious where he stood before falling at Yvon's feet. The slicer looked down at him, then up at the once...

As the besalisk told Yvon off, the Echani watched in a bit of awe over his shoulder as Arla seemed to envelope in green fire for a moment before simply... disappearing. Well. Add that to the list of things the woman could do. "... another thing, don't go sticking yourself where you don't...

Yvon let Arla take charge in inquiring about the 'droid' that they were there to 'buy'. They started to walk around the shop, picking up a piece of junk and inspecting it. Yep. Junk. It was helpful however in letting them notice the large gout of aqualish blood that had sprayed up the arm of...

Yvon simply nodded to Arla's comment about knowledge keeping them alive regardless of credits. It was hard to spend credits when you were dead. Yvon was aware of the risks, but confident in their own abilities, and the partnership with Arla that they were working towards forging. The transport...

The press of bodies and the BD1s pushing and ordering the people around them made it impossible for Yvon to find the number they were looking for. They glanced about in a daze as they were herded along with the rest, marched over the baking sands and down into a cold metal tunnel. The contrast...

Yvon had watched keenly as Arla threatened the droid, noting the curl of green flame from the witch's hand. The droid had seem adequately terrified and if it valued its circuits it would go to a back room and give itself a memory wipe. The question about sticky cams gave Yvon a pause...

Yvon observed the exchange between Arla and the droid, noting the change in the woman's body language. A quick tilt of the head confirmed another pair of thugs at the back of the room and Yvon shifted their body weight subtly in preparation, gauging the distance. Perhaps it would have been...

Yvon looked at the data that spooled out on the screen of their device while Arla interacted with the droid. The slicer was vaguely aware of what was going on around them, but their eyes remained glued to the screen underneath their helmet, rapidly flickering from line to line. "There." They...

Yvon stepped into the establishment and a pungent, zingy odor came through the helmets filters. A quick glance around revealed the majority of the establishments occupants were in some sort of daze or stupor. Was this spice? Yvon had heard of the stuff but had never encountered it before...

Yvon watched the exchange passively, observing the interactions. The droid handed over a data packet over at the exposure of the Guild ID. Perhaps they would have to get themselves one of those. "Is a data packet like this usual on bounties? Yvon asked as they glanced around the street. Foot...

Rampa II, Corporate Sector The crowded prisoner transport ship rocked as it hit atmosphere. Bodies shifted around Yvon as the standing mass of prisoner's swayed on their feet alongside them. Yvon wasn't sure which light was dimmer, the ceiling light, or the gentle red glow emitting from two...

Yvon stared ahead blankly as they shuffled into the Czerka courtroom, chains shackling their wrists and ankles. The past few… whatever units of time had been a blur, an alternation of pain and monotony. They had tried to keep track of time, counting the units of time in their blank and empty...

So far so good. Yvon kept their eyes to themselves as they rode the train. They kept quiet for the duration of the ride like the rest of the Czerka workers, though one or two gave them an odd look. Nobody raised the alarm though and soon the tram had arrived at the factory. The tram car was a...