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#7400c1Darren was an infuriating person to work with most times. It was rather hard for Oz to actually pinpoint a time he had enjoyed his partnership with the eccentric bounty hunter, although it certainly did prove to be exciting. But Darren could not keep up a facade if his life depended on...

#7400c1Transferring to an Elensalite body had had its cons. It was like transferring the CPU of a datapad into that of a military-grade computer. While the sensations he felt had been overwhelming at first, Oz had learned to master his feelings. What he was still working on was his actions. As...

#7400c1It had been a long time since Oz had last signed a contract. He'd stuck to bounty hunting for the past few years, mostly because he was simply not known enough to be accessed by higher ranked individuals, and partly because he was tired to killing people over petty disputes. His days of...

#7400c1Oz's face, which was one large LED monitor, displayed a face that rolled its eyes, something he had been happy to discover he could do. He stepped forward and reached one arm out to motion to Darren. "I present to you," the Elensalite began, in a voice that somehow perfectly combined...

#7400c1Oz had not needed to dress for the occasion. He was in his usual outfit, mostly because he looked like a cutting edge luxury droid, the type a man like Flavio would own. For some reason, all of his associates tended to use Oz for things like that, giving him covers where he had to serve...

.Seyfer surprised him with his speed. Kriff, OZ hadn't expected the "fight" to start and end so quickly. In a flurry of blades (well, it was one blade, but looked like many more), his companion had killed the scavenger. Guess that works too, was the first thing he thought. "Impressive," was his...

.OZ followed along silently, admiring the junkyard. He was looking around both because there was nothing better to do as they walked, but also because he thought he might be able to spot something valuable out of the corner of his eye. Maybe he'd be able to score a new gun on the way back to the...

.OZ turned to survey the small room as Specter worked his magic. It was dim, the only lighting being the various LEDs and glowing buttons on the computers, along with the bright monitors. Black boxes with plugs were stacked on top of each other in different corners, wires leading out of them and...

.OZ reached the entrance to the control room easily enough. The hallway was rather long, and after passing a set of double doors he came to the final door, the last obstacle separating him from the objective. A guard stood outside, stun blaster held loosely in his hands, his half-closed eyes...

.OZ felt pretty ridiculous, but he trudged through by constantly reminding himself that no one would recognize him in this body anyway. He felt rusty and slow, which he technically was. The mercenaries had done their best to clean the shell of rust (even the Wook had lended his strength) to no...

.Huh. OZ's attacks had been effective, and incredibly so. His grenade, along with Tage's PIPE set off an action-movie-level chain reaction that left behind several dead Judicials and a whole lot of scattered metal parts. The speeders smoldered, blackened and torn apart by the explosions, the...

.The junkyard slowly succumbed to chaos as the Judicials began exchanging fire with the Cartel members. OZ was satisfied to see that his grenade had done a great job of pinning down its target, and he suspected the officer wouldn't rise again. He did not stop to admire the firefight, though. As...

.It had been an exciting past couple of days for OZ. The prospect of a new body (something he had hoped for for longer than he could remember) was appealing in itself, but knowing the goal was achievable and only a few days away was overjoying, not to mention the beauty of an Elensalite shell...

."Alright man, but when the RJF come knocking, I better not hear you complain," he replied, mildly sarcastically. The droid turned back to scavenging, peering at the scraps of metal as if the pieces would materialize out of thin air. He noticed a few durasteel fingers poking out of the heap and...

.OZ had seen action. He'd been everywhere from Serenno to Jedha and in between, and the droid had witnessed some incredible battles, along with performing some impressive feats of his own. And now OZ, a Vigo who had killed enough people to populate a small city, was rummaging through a...

.The door slid open after a satisfying click just as Seyfer arrived. The Elensalite entered first, and OZ was close at his heels. The two sat in the cockpit, and the Vigo helped as his associate booted the ship up and got all systems online. Because of his history, both as a mercenary, but also...

.Judging by the lack of repeater fire, OZ could infer that Seyfer's target was dead, which left the droids with one more guard to deal with. The Vigo reloaded and then peered through his scope, staring into the grey smoke, searching for movement. He could hear the merc's boots shuffling across...

.OZ nodded in acknowledgement to the Jawa's concession, and looked back straight ahead, eyeing the guards that were making their way over. They looked like new meat, despite their best attempts at looking menacing. One was masked and covered from head to toe while the other was a light green...

.He could hear the guard's heavy duty boots as they hit the duracrete floor. Gripping his rifle with one hand, the man bent over upon reaching the rock to inspect the small object. As soon as he did, OZ grabbed him with one arm, covering his mouth, and yanked him behind the cover. Silently and...

.OZ groaned internally as his photoreceptors set on the guards and their weapons. It was clear that there would be no simple ship-jacking tonight, but that did not mean they did not have the element of surprise. Ideally, he would have hoped for them to be able to get into the vehicle and flee...