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The Corellian sector of the moon-city had become like a home to Juno. Admittedly it was a home full of people who had the intention of killing her, capturing her, and selling her off to the Dark Lord of the Sith for a relatively impressive sum of a little over two million credits - but thats besides the point! Juno had gotten to know the streets of this area well, and her heritage and skills seemed to protect her at least somewhat in the streets that fell within the district. Of course, that was going to be put to the test now, with Juno having secured employment for a particularly nasty task, albeit one that she was appropriately tasked for.
The former Weapons Master and the woman she was tasked with operating with, Vexil Rome, had been charged with pulling an old dusty reclusive Cartel asset from retirement, kicking and screaming - but uninjured. Juno savoured the task of working for the Cartel and not being required to kill. Combat on Nar Shaddaa was all but inevitable, but avoiding death was something that Juno would prefer to handle at a moment's notice.
The Sand Panther was one of the quieter restaurants in the district, but it also happened to serve two functions. The first, of course, was that Juno knew exactly where it was, and was a relatively regular patron there. The second function was that it actually was only a few blocks away from the reputed hiding hole of the famed forger, Borusazne.
Juno had established herself inside, and sporting her newly purchased Rivet-class armour, adorned in a clean white finish, she had adopted a seat near the door. Her lightsaber was clipped securely by a maglock to her back on her belt, running parallel with the ground, and her pistol sat snugly in a close-to-reach holster on her left thigh. Juno had established she was not to be trifled with in this bar, so no one bothered her. The owner usually took problem with fights in his establishment, but Juno had gone out of her way to pay for the repairs, and an additional ten percent. A little bit of humility went a long way, it seemed.
With a water in hand, Juno waited for her fellow Cartel cohort, a woman who apparently outranked her, but all the same, Juno knew that her skills would be the ones taking point on this job.
The former Weapons Master and the woman she was tasked with operating with, Vexil Rome, had been charged with pulling an old dusty reclusive Cartel asset from retirement, kicking and screaming - but uninjured. Juno savoured the task of working for the Cartel and not being required to kill. Combat on Nar Shaddaa was all but inevitable, but avoiding death was something that Juno would prefer to handle at a moment's notice.
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The Sand Panther was one of the quieter restaurants in the district, but it also happened to serve two functions. The first, of course, was that Juno knew exactly where it was, and was a relatively regular patron there. The second function was that it actually was only a few blocks away from the reputed hiding hole of the famed forger, Borusazne.
Juno had established herself inside, and sporting her newly purchased Rivet-class armour, adorned in a clean white finish, she had adopted a seat near the door. Her lightsaber was clipped securely by a maglock to her back on her belt, running parallel with the ground, and her pistol sat snugly in a close-to-reach holster on her left thigh. Juno had established she was not to be trifled with in this bar, so no one bothered her. The owner usually took problem with fights in his establishment, but Juno had gone out of her way to pay for the repairs, and an additional ten percent. A little bit of humility went a long way, it seemed.
With a water in hand, Juno waited for her fellow Cartel cohort, a woman who apparently outranked her, but all the same, Juno knew that her skills would be the ones taking point on this job.