Recent content by Hatice Altaris

“You and me both,” she muttered beside Amira as vomit and saliva pooled around the deck. Hatice briefly considered throwing her mop overboard, if only to keep from cleaning the mess up. It was odd that she cared more about that than the nightmarish scene playing out before her, but she had seen...

“That wouldn’t surprise me. Half the Syndicates are run by amateurs.” Hatice had seen her fair share of idiots among the criminal underground, and the news surrounding Hutt Space had taught her plenty, from Crymorah’s fall to their thrashing by the Consortium, and she would not make the same...

As it turned out, waiting didn’t take forever. Hatice was pleasantly surprised to see the transport ship appear through the clouds, gliding through the polluted haze of the under-city to the main docking bay. It wasted no time landing. Settling into its appointed bay, the ship kicked up a...

Hatice paused before her suite, a hand resting on the glass doorknob, sharp and cold to the touch. There was no reason to stop at her brother’s command. She was a Dona, a family heir, and a Sith Champion, same as him—so, why now? “I don’t care,” she answered bluntly, which was foolish, because...

“Let her hear me,” Hatice said defiantly, “I don’t care.” Although, she kind of did. The last mission she’d done for the Sith had ended in a disastrous failure, and if what had happened to her brother Jaikus was anything to go by, the Empire did not like failure. Listehol had to side with...

“Whatever size the monster is, whatever havoc it can wreak, I wouldn’t be too worried, Captain Sabetha,” she said, taking care to use the older woman’s official title. It was common etiquette. Hatice might have loathed the pirate in the little time they’d spent together talking, but she at least...

Hatice had many names. Many identities. She tried them on like fine dresses in a boutique shop before discarding them for the next. Many times she passed as a no-named civilian, from a street vendor to a royal courtesan, spying on her enemies from dark corners and safe distances. Some days she...

Hatice restrained a groan. Mimicking even the sound of her aunts was grating to her ears, and worse given how accurate Jai was with their words. She hadn’t gone a week without at least one text, one lecture, about why she needed to find a wife or husband to settle down with. A rich one...

Dark stories surrounded the seas of Listehol. Forget the dangerous storms and summer heat—rumor had it there were monsters lurking in the depths, with claws that could snap a ship in half, or mouths large enough to swallow islands, or bodies as long as the ocean was deep. Sea demons, the locals...

“I know, that’s what happens when I’m gone too long from the criminal underworld. All this lavish living has made me lazy and weak.” She nudged an elbow into his side. “Like you—jumping all over the Rim with your rich fiancee. How many yachts does he own? Eight?” She released a small laugh, then...

Hatice was caught by surprise when her brother spun around and pulled her into a tight embrace. She froze. It had been a very long time since anyone had laid their hands on her, let one hugged her, and she wasn’t quite sure what to do in that moment. Laugh? Cry? Push him away? Elbow him in the...

Loose, dark curls. A midnight-blue frock coat. Thigh high boots. Hatice dressed as she often did—the picture of perfection, of course—as she strode down the hall, heels clicking against the polished, marble floors. Years ago she’d walked down this same hall, a little girl with a sheaf of papers...

“With a mouth like yours, it’s a wonder why the Sith ever bothered to hire you in the first place,” Hatice said, not taking his joke very lightly, but she couldn’t hide the smile that tugged on the corner of her lip. Oddly enough, she found herself tolerating his company, glad to know she was...

Through the haze of smoke and screaming engines, Hatice could barely think as she clung to her seat, her greatest fear now come to life. The pilot was dead. The cockpit was on fire. The entire ship was spiraling out of the sky, and in a matter of moments, it would crash into the dunes and she’d...

Hatice’s face deadpanned. If looks could kill, the mercenary would probably be a decomposing husk under the withering look she gave him. Had he just called her, a Sith Champion, sweetheart? She felt tempted to take her data-pad and hurl it at his face, but it had been a gift from her brother and...