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Talon’s eyes were the size of saucers as he stared out the window of the space bus. Over his shoulder the wildest party he’d ever been a part of was happening. Sexy twi’lek strippers, literal mounds of spice, and enough alcohol to sedate a rancor, it was like a scene ripped right out of a Taren...

In a flash, Maeve went into motion. Like a super-spy ninja assassin she stabbed the two goons in the neck, demanded Talon get up and was already tugging one of the unconscious bodies out of view. Talon managed to blink and close his mouth. The latter of which h e hadn’t even noticed he’d done...

What does it mean to be alive? What does it mean to live? What—What is that smell? Talon’s eyes snapped open. He frowned, his eyes could see but the image they were relaying to his brain made no sense whatsoever. Confusion filled his consciousness. He was jauntaly strutting down a lane made of...

”I hope you’re half as distracting for them as you are for me,” Talon said. Oh yeah, I’m gonna fucking kill this, he thought as he peeled off from Addy. He wanted to give her a little space to work her magic. Talon slipped into the shadows like a, a…, uh, well like a fucking shadow, oof, he...

With a little swagger Talon said, “Some secrets are only for friends, and I don’t know you that well Addy.” As they slid into the booth, Addy decided to disclose what she knew. Talon considered her words. The number of red flags on this job were starting to pile up, and he’d be a bold-faced...

As his contact spelled the word, Talon scoffed, “Whoa, I was way off!” The information that spilled across his screen was delightfully vague… he could work with that. It was only when his client mentioned needing a crew, Talon got nervous. If they needed a crew but were trying to sneak in…...

When his new friend revealed she was also his accomplice he was convinced he was dreaming. He found himself blinking too much, like what? Was he trying to talk in morse code? Get it together, man, he chastised himself. He lifted his glass, giving it a little shake letting the ice tinkle against...

Talon tipped back the rest of his drink and let out a satisfactory sigh. He was looking around for the droid when he caught sight of a newcomer. Involuntarily, his left eyebrow arched appraisingly, she looked at him, he panicked, and looked away. He could feel the tips of his ears burning and...

Talon looked around the spacious foyer of the hotel with wide eyed amazement. Now this was living, or was it staying, did it matter? No. All he knew was it was awesome. He was here to meet an accomplice. He’d done his best to reassure his client that as the best thief in the galaxy he didn’t...

Talon watched as the cutest little speeder bike dropped from the sky, it reminded him of a bumble bee as the bright yellow of the bike mixed with the rider’s dark outfit. As they landed, he slid off the hood of his speeder. A self satisfied little smirk tugged at his lip as his eyes spotted the...

Through a gurgle of vomit, Talon chuckled. It might have been the first real chuckle he’d had in his whole life. This moment had been surreal on an existential level. He had no doubt that the majority of events that had taken place on this afternoon under the twin suns would mark a monumental...

Gingerly, Talon, greatest thief in the known galaxy, descended toward his mark from directly above. He was a spider and the glittering chalice below was his prey, or at least that’s what he told himself. It hadn’t been until he was perched in the ventilation shaft looking down that he’d learned...

Talon was flying, which was concerning because he couldn’t normally fly, fear pierced the veil of drunkenness just before collision, as the greatest “Fife” player in the universe smashed into a pug nosed human. As if his body was the blaster bolt fired to start the party, the bar exploded into...

Talon’s vision swam as if it were as pickled as he was, but that didn’t stop him from enjoying Cornelly’s appraisal. So when the other man proposed a toast, Talon couldn't think of anything he wanted to do more in his entire life. So as his new bestest friend in the whole galaxy finished he...

Talon heard Nash ask if he was a Jedi, but her question only elicited another in response, “Why would you think that?” Sure, he’d been tromping around in the untamed wilds for a couple days, but he didn’t look like some space hobo, did he? Wait, DID HE?! The tile depressing under his foot was...

Just as his curiosity was consumed by how not rough the wall was, Nash sneezed. Now, to fully understand what she’d done one would have to expose themselves to a thermal detonator explosion, or a turbolaser blast, both of these instances would have come with a blissful moment of anticipation...

"THE FIFE!" Talon jubilantly replied when asked. The guy then called him a "Noble instrument," which delighted the drunk street rat more than he'd ever admit to his sober half. There was something about the association to nobility that had always felt right in his mind. Afterall, who was he to...

Tatooine was Talon’s newest favorite place in the galaxy, declared his inebriated mind to the only person that mattered to him ever, himself. “Well thought, you old goat,” mused Talon as he sipped his ale. There was a mild slur to his voice, but to his untrained ears it just made him sound...

Talon’s eyes opened and looked up at her from the floor. She was intimidating even upside down. Her question mixed with his physical exhaustion created a brain fog that Talon knew he had to press through. He let himself breath for a couple moments, playing up the out of shape bit. Once she...

Screaming. Everyone was screaming, then as one would guess, they were all running. The woman with the gun wasted no time getting the hell out of there, and she moved with such confidence, Talon couldn’t help but follow. Surely, she was running toward something, he hoped. Now, if she could just...