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Georgia stepped down into the lobby with a clack, her heeled boots creating an echo which bounced from corner to corner, from potted plant to potted plant. The room was largely empty, safe for the large reception desk with two seats, and an assortment of cheap chairs lazily arranged in the...

Georgia frowned and furrowed her brow as she strolled toward the door of her office in silence and darkness, the only light illuminating the hallway, coming from the small skylight above, through which the occasional clap of thunder could be heard and the crackle of lightning seem. She was sure...

The Intergalactic Banking Clan Offices, Corellia 19:47 Local Time Georgia blinked rapidly, trying, and failing, to remove the sleep from her eyes. It had been a long day, and she was ready to go home and just curl up into a ball, never to be seen again by the outside world. She was done with...

“That sounds like a very intriguing offer, Daesh’afenn, and I look forward to working with you much more closely in the future...” she said, subtly waving over a serving droid, as if to ask for her bill, “However, I must apologise for I have another meeting to attend to the evening.” Georgia...

”My apologies, Daesha, I meant no offence” Georgia explained to the woman, hoping that the deal had not been ruined by such a reckless and thoughtless move. Thankfully, after a tense moment of waiting, it seemed to be quite the opposite, and Daesha was happy. After Daesha explained the...

Georgia let a thin smile spread across her face as the Twi’lek spoke, and nodded slowly. It was a great idea, albeit in its early stages, but it sounded profitable and, at the end of the day, what else mattered? “So…” she paused, rolling the words around in her mouth for a moment, “Your little...

The Twi’lek, who insisted on being called Daesha (Noted…) on the opposite side of the booth seemed to relax a little as she sat down and began to speak, “And I brought you here for a little business proposal, one I think you might be interested in.” Now Georgia was intrigued, her “business-y...

Georgia walked with good posture through the loudening nightclub, her arms swinging gracefully by her side and her long brown hair slightly billowing behind her. A gleaming silver protocol droid, with the nightclub’s small logo painted onto its head, moved swiftly through the establishment, its...

The ornate glass door took up a large majority of the street facing wall, its stained glass windows casting beautiful, coloured silhouettes which danced gracefully in the light of the setting sun, across the floor of the reception area of the hotel. Outside, speeders raced from place to place...

The man who had been playing Sabaac stood abruptly, tossing his final hand onto the table, after having explained the financial side of his proposition - the side that really matters to her, but she had hesitated earlier, as she didn’t want to seem desperate and strapped for cash in front of her...

For a moment, Georgia had worried that she had taken the wrong approach to this deal, her passion for acquiring currency had driven her to making a brash decision, which could potentially be fatal. Thankfully, her new-found friend had been much more cautious in his manner of approach and had...

The group entered a much darker, quieter room, with a small group of Sabaac players. Around the edge of the small room were a handful of thugs, some circling the room slowly, others congregating in the corners, clearly there to enforce the winnings of their respective employers. Each clasped...

Georgia straightened her stance before the armoured man, her eyes fixated on his while he quickly scanned the plea for help that she had stuffed into his fist. When he finally looked up, he had the stone cold expression of a merciless killer plastered across his face - there was no visible...

Georgia gave a brief chuckle, before agreeing with the man, ”Heh... Yeah...”, staring at the coloured liquid swirling within her grasp, ”I guess I could use something a little better than... whatever this thing is” she placed the dirty glass back down onto the countertop before signalling to the...

Taking another sip of her drink, Georgia sighed. Maybe the more liquor I consume, the more I’ll be able to tolerate the foul stench and burning taste...? Makes sense... She thought as she slowly swirled the viscous green liquid around in the dirty glass. Just as she was preparing her body for...

Georgia winced as the blinding neon lights of the various casinos and bars fought for dominance in her vision. It was night, here on Nar Shaddaa, though it saw no difference during the day, as a dark cloud of corruption and dirty dealings hung over the planet like a bad conscience plaguing the...