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This was it. After being away for so long, Faison was now en route to the village he grew up in until he and his mother had to flee for their lives. It had been upwards of twenty years since he had last been here - twenty years since he had intermingled with his clan. The only member of Clan...

The Krayt's Claw exited lightspeed and began its approach to the world of Mandalore. The vessel's pilot was none other than a Mandalorian mercenary by the name of Faison Kelborn, who currently was busying himself with bringing his ship into an approach vector that wouldn't arouse too much...

The ship Nem'ro had allowed Faison and K'ed to use touched down at the Hutt's palace landing pad, with the Mandalorian emerging just as the loading ramp touched down on the pad's durasteel surface. He proceeded through the archway of the palace, looking at his surroundings with a faint smile on...

Faison Kelborn and K'ed Lors descended in silence to the surface of Nal Hutta in a ship manned by Nem'ro's men. The Mandalorian was adorned in his usual kit: blaster rifle, pistols, armor and all. He inspected the power cell of his rifle one last time before they made their final approach to the...

50,000 credits was a lot of money, at least for Faison. And his ticket to acquiring such cash was in that cantina. The Lounge was a respectable establishment in Coruscant's upper levels, with plenty of middling patrons going in and out. It catered to tourists and citizens of means primarily, but...

"Alright, so what do you need from me to get into the system and find out who is on duty?" Faison said to Lazarus as they exited the cafe and began walking down the sidewalk. He spoke in a low tone, loud enough for his newfound compatriot to hear but not so much for someone hoping to eavesdrop...

As could be expected, the Smuggler's Moon was teeming with activity at virtually all hours of the night it was perpetually shrouded in. All manner of scum and villainy could be found, with nearly anything one could desire being readily available if one had the credits to indulge. This was...

Music blared over the speakers within Pashto's Hive, or simply The Hive to those who frequented this particular sector of the Smuggler's Moon. While it's appearance didn't give the impression of being the seediest cantina in the district, anyone who knew anything about the ins and outs of the...