Azee awoke with a start, the cold fear of a nightmare receding back into her mind. The details grew fainter with each passing moment, but she recalled being captured by one of the underworld gangs and tossed over the Iziz city walls to be torn apart by the abominations that currently assailed...
The words weighed heavily in Azee's mind. She didn't quite understand what it all meant; the Force, rebirth, any of it. Maybe she would understand in time, but for now the opportunity was worth more than the uncertainty that lay ahead. Determination burned in the Zeltron's eyes. She'd been...
Azee took the cloth she was offered with a small nod of thanks, wrapping it tightly around the deep wound in her left hand. The soothing relief it provided as the blood flow stopped and the throbbing pain diminished stood in sharp contrast to the shiver the Zeltron felt at the intensity in the...
Azee clutched her bleeding hand — it was beginning to throb with stinging pain as her adrenaline wore off — as she returned the curious, probing gaze of the mysterious woman before her. Before she could think of anything else to say, the Sith's message echoed in the Zeltron's mind; it was as...
Azee's vision blurred as Oko's massive hand constricted around her windpipe. Surely this is it, she thought, feeling the strength leaving her body; the end to an unremarkable life. Yet in a split second, everything changed. Call it fate, a higher power, luck: the Zabrak's grip weakened, then...
This was it. Another day surviving in the underbelly of Onderon, faced with life or death. Well slavery was an option too, but not one Azee imagined was any kind of upgrade over death. Unfortunately for death, she'd also sworn on her mother's memory to survive so... life it was.
That being...
Azee continued her approach, eyes darting between the Dakou brothers and her target. She fought to keep the barrage of swirling thoughts at bay; situations like this weren't exactly new, but that didn't stop each one from being incredibly dangerous. She was almost there, a just a few paces from...
Their eyes met for the briefest of moments as Azee continued studying the older woman, and it felt for that moment as if the Zeltron was being watched by more than just the woman's eyes. It was a quickly dismissed thought, however, as Azee continued staking out her potential big score. She had...
There was nothing Azee liked more than a sunny day on Onderon; certainly not because of the light or the warmth, but because of the people. On warm days such as this vendors and consumers alike swarmed to the Malgan Market like insects to a light. More people, of course, meant more purses...