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[Inès]

"Damn, who pissed off a slug today?" Inès glanced down at her brick of a phone with her differently-colored eyes, squinting at the scrolling text displayed on the screen. A bid had been put out for a job, and being low on funds, she was all too eager to take it.

A few days later, Inès was lounging outside one of Nar Shaddaa's many spaceports with her back against the wall. She was wearing a large black jacket, black cargo pants, and her paint-stained boots. The hood was pulled up and her lekku were pulled forward over her chest, and on her nose, she wore a pair of edgy sunglasses. For someone who really loved color, she sure wore a lot of black.

"Pretty sure he's a zabrak," she thought to herself as she peered over the sunglasses, searching the crowds for signs of someone who looked like they might be her partner-in-crime for this little escapade. They'd been told to meet here before they headed into the spaceport. "Hopefully he ain't late." They still had time, but she was itchin' to get her fingers into this pie. Stealing from and bowing up a god damn ship? She was unreasonably excited.

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[Kotru Eabrod]

"Gorbino. What do I owe the pleasure?"

"A little Nuna has gotten chirpy. Got himself a list of locations my folk use for exchanging goods and services. Planning to get off world. Chirp where I can't hear."

"'M I knocking him out of orbit?"

"No, no. I want the list, see where I need to... relocate to. You'll have a partner for this one. Deets are attached."

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Kotru had made his way across the poorly maintained streets of Nar Shaddaa towards the location he was given. He had received the job while at the next port over, so it wasn't too far of a walk. Clad in his usual wear of a dark blue coat and dress shirt, the Zabrak's boots only lightly crunched at loose duracrete as he got closer. His eyes flicked through the crowd.

'Twi'lek, blue... or was it purple? Why'd it have to be a holo, my colour contrast sucks on that karkin' thing... Ah, whatever.'

Dismissing the thoughts of his poorly maintained display modules, the Zabrak soon found his partner for the mission. Having went without his carbine, Kotru pat the holster on his thigh once more before closing the distance with a short nod.

"Ines, right?"

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