Recent content by Jules

Her eyes widened, filled with 'shock.' Her smile grew ever bigger, flashing her pearly whites for a second. "Well, aren't I a lucky girl?" she replied, giving him a wink. "My uncle is arranging some business here. He thinks there's good money in the change of government. And I've always...

Nobody could leave you alone during an illicit deal, could they? First of all, some strange lady leaned in close like she owned the place, then some guy came and slammed his fist down on the table. Jules nearly jumped out of her skin, clutching hold of her bag. A few of the 'crowns' tumbled...

Jules always got a rush when she was playing someone. Slipping into a role was like a living dream. Nobody knew who she was and, if she was as good as she thought she was, nobody ever could work it out. It felt wonderful. Freeing. Like she was the smartest person in a room full of fucking...

It was the kind of diner where nobody asked questions. You went in, you met whoever you were meant to meet, and you got out. It was probably a front for some kind of crew, or syndicate, or cartel. Surprisingly, it sold pretty damn good noodles, for a filthy dive infested with low-lives and...

Cormund, Brentaal IV You can do this. He won't know what hit him. Jules kept that thought in her head as she checked her make-up in the mirror. Everything had to be perfect. She had no reason to doubt the info she'd paid for but she wasn't going to let this chance slip through the net...

Just her damn luck. An actual cop, and some white knight who thought he could detect fake tears. There was nothing fake about her tears, that's where he was wrong. He wanted to see a performance? As he offered his hand, she reached out to grab it with both of her own. Making herself shake...

Jules kept quiet as she thought about it. Didn't seem like anyone was coming. Could wait until one of them got close, try to take them out... but caught short of a duelling sword, Jules was utter crap at hand-to-hand. Plus, the speaking thug had a pair of cuffs on his belt that didn't seem...

Ever since the Liberation of Lothal, these kinds of places had been a site for travellers on a pilgrimage. Quiet, peaceful, away from the hubbub of other sentients. Perfect for quiet contemplation and meditation. It was also perfect for, say, illicit dealings that you didn't want the law to...

"Doot?" "Nope." "Dreet?" "Nada." "Doo?" "You already said two, c'mon Chuck," Jules groaned, staring up at the skies as she waited and waited. And waited. No sign of the rest of her cargo yet, but someone was approaching her. She noticed him coming closer, clutching onto his datapad for...

"Hey! You can't smoke here." Jules rolled her eyes, flicking the cigarra stub across the floor. Rules, rules, rules. That was why she hated Chandrila. Every second back there was a risk. A risk of being recognised, a risk of being caught. Normally, she'd avoid the place like... well, like...