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The disguised Chiss noticed the zabrak exclaimed at one of the displays showing a race. She did not have the personal interest in gambling, at least not in the traditional sense. Vebria's returned dad joke caused Artemis to let out a chuckle. "No you're quite alright. It's not particularly...

"Maybe." Artemis replied coyly in a flirtatious manner with a smile. She took another piece of the finger food and chewed it happily. "Just don't call me late for dinner." She joked. It was clear that the woman had an appetite. She took another one of the bread wrapped sausages, biting it in...

A smile creased Artemis's lips as she both heard and saw the excitement from the Zabrak woman. "Me too." The disguised Rhonwen was well aware of her figure and tilted her head slightly as the other guest continued to stare. One of the woman's arms reached out without her looking as the server...

Rhonwen was in full costume so nobody would know her true identity. It was unlikely anyone knew who she was even if she had shown her true face but this way she could move about without compromising future operations. The Chiss had an epidermal disguise hiding her actual blueish skin color in...

The Chiss waited with anticipation, a feeling shared by the crew of the Apparition. The Yuso class corvette continued to limp towards Kessel as the Hyperion got further and further away. She could not tell what was being said between the Drast and Ina'al'ena but she would know soon enough...

Now was a good a time as any to prove her new loyalties. Reports on the bridge told Lieutenant Rhonwen that the Apparition's turbo-lasers were operational once again. "Target the Hyperion but hold your fire until my order." The crew of the corvette obeyed without protest. Soon, no less than six...

Briefly Rhonwen wondered what her mentors would think of the gambles she had taken so far. They were calculated, weighed against the risks and rewards. But everyone liked a bad idea when it paid off. However Rhonwen had never made a choice she regretted and today would be no different. Her...

Rhonwen's tactics had been a gamble but she felt she was doing well all things considered. However, her strategic capabilities made her aware it was unlikely to be enough. She was not someone who relied on luck or depended on hopes. The imperial forces at her command were dwindling by the second...

Rhonwen had no time to appreciate the degrees of success her attack had as there were hundreds of missiles and torpedoes being fired at the imperial fleet she was responsible for. “All craft, screening formation, Maneuver and shoot those missiles down. Whatever you do, remain outside of the...

As the planet Kessel came into view Rhonwen’s glowing red eyes fixated on the defense fleet. Reports from the bridge of the Apparition were like the senses of a body informing the brain what was going on around it. The Chiss felt each and every ship as an extension of her body and their...

Death enabled / Kessel / open to 1 Imperial and 2 Syndicate Kessel, a spice producing marble in the center of a devastating storm. Rhonwen had read the reports from the last attempted invasion of the world and had been unimpressed. Thinking she could do it better, the Chiss had volunteered to...

The earlier was the better, or so she had been told for humans at least. It was a similar case for Chiss but the blue skinned woman was also a spook. Sometimes she had to vary her diet and physique to some degree to fit a mission profile. Those were the hardest missions. Good food was hard to...

Rhonwen let out an exertive breath as the bar was set on the hooks. Her chest heaved and she sat up. Veins continued to bulge around her arms and shoulders from the effort she had just made. "Thanks." She gave an appreciative nod for the help. The Chiss continued to gain insight into her own...

The doors to the ship closed and sealed the interior securely. The cargo of the prison transport was weighed just as Rhonwen had ordered. Any abnormalities in the standard protocols were reported right away. A scan of the ship’s internal network showed anybody accessing the network or...

Rhonwen was reviewing a datapad containing information on an ancient artifact relevant to the current mission. The ISB agent was intending to make use of her mandalorian alias and learn from the warrior culture. They had their merits and the Mandalorian Vault was an object of legend she was keen...

One eyebrow slowly rose as Rhonwen saw Vallyrie fight a knee-jerk reaction of mild irritation. But she did not have to wait long for an answer as the frustration in the human's physique changed to interest and perhaps something else. She certainly had the build needed to help Rhonwen in her...

Rhonwen lowered the trooper's blaster after one of the others came to stun-cuff them. Hearing they were under the influence of an illicit substance made her just disappointed. The intelligence officer wondered if some of the troopers had only joined this mission to try and work out a side deal...

Clarr'honwe'nuruodo sighed at the news on the holo. Her red eyes moved back to refilling her water bottle and let her ears do the rest of the work. She was far from pleased with how things had ended with the Hutt-Imperial War. But this was still a chance for her and those under her supervision...

Are they really my contacts or are they just that stupid? She thought to herself before exiting her ship. She caught sight of the numerous "troopers" taking up defensive positions around the YT-1000 freighter. Rhonwen had parked her ship next to the stolen smuggler vessel she expected to meet...

Rhonwen was under cover for this mission and looked the part. Already the loyal agent of the Imperial Security Beurau was armored up with an impressive suit of mandalorian armor to fit her muscular phyisque. Today she was not Clarr'honwe'nuruodo but was instead adopting the identity of Galaar...