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Zeep thought his worst days were behind him but the petite amaran was mistaken. The prison he had been transfered to was worse than the last. His parents had been taken by AMS leaving Zeep with little to no family, no friends. If he had them, they were unknown to him and far away separated by a...

The Amaran's bad luck was just beginning. While the young fox-like freelancer was done playing cards, he still needed to make a distraction for IT0. He gave a nod in understanding. Looking around he tried to think of something that would be suitable. Then he spotted a well dressed patron at a...

"Sure. I guess I could try winning some credits. I'm used to normally taking them." Along with ships, weapons and lives, Zeep dipped his paws in all sorts of criminal activity. Zeep was glad the welcoming interaction was out of the way. Some of what It0 said, Zeep could not help but agree with...

Zeep's ears twitched and he nodded as It0 explained about their capabilities. The Amaran returned to his equipment and made sure it was all assembled appropriately. The freelancer then hopped down off of his seat and walked towards the debarkation ramp when it was time. Lissa had not answered...

There were many ways to get into a secure location but few would be fast enough for Zeep. The young Amaran watched a few passings of visitors before deftly descending from the roof tops as a hoverbus trundled along the street below. With light feet and fox-like dexterity he dropped onto the...

"Okay...Okay." The Amaran nodded with crossed arms as he listened to the surgical droid's analysis, pausing in his work before resuming. "You sure you won't get spotted accessing the node?" His small paw like hand gestured in emphasis of his critique. "If they have any type of network security...

Zeep's Y-wing had been impounded by the local government because he had quote "crushed the flowers with his landing gear" As one gardner had put it. The Amaran huffed and rolled his eyes at what he viewed as an over reaction still as he made his way towards the Imperial controlled shipyards...

Zeep had been told to not get distracted with talk during tense situations. But also it was important to not be wound too tight or else things could get worse. When Alfie moved to draw his blaster at the back of Zeep's head he was already whirling around to point the bodyguard's stolen blaster...

"Hmm. Maybe I should take notes." He joked. Zeep technically owned a small space station over Naboo but he doubted such a thing would be allowed considering the level of class Naboo tended to keep. He was carrying an extra six kilograms of welding putty in small sealed packets among the blaster...

Zeep’s digits clawed into the fabric and the surface skin of the hybrid bodyguard. But the pain was meant to just distract and distress the target while the smaller and more nimble creature scrambled around his body to avoid his grasp and pickpocketing his sidearm and holding it in his hands...

Zeep ran on all fours, his orange furred body was a blur as it darted into the room. He was a meter in length roughly, if you included his tail. The Amaran dove between bar stools and patrons alike that were too drunk or tall to notice. Between his tightened canines was a clenched cigara stick...

Zeep collected his bounty and left. He made sure to hose the chiss down before bringing his stunned body onto the Amaran’s ship. Things would be numb for the criminal but his days of tax evasion were over. The redhead that had formererly been in his lap called forg guards but the bounty hunter...

Death enabled for Zeep The amaran adjusted his belt having just finished up in the bathroom. The member of the bounty hunter's guild went where his work took him. When it came to deciding which jobs to take, the Pyke Syndicate's seemed rather nice. Plus he could write them off as a work...

Zeep looked at The Running Comet with a slightly unimpressed expression and his canine head cocked to the side. The name of the cantina was not very impressive but then again he had seen plenty of 'insert color here followed by some creature'. If it wasn't a dangerous description it was usually...

The young Amaran was a relative novice when it came to the Bounty Hunting the business. He had managed to slog his way through the screening processes to get into Belasco space to get after his target. His fluffy vulpine tail flicked back and forth behind him as his impatience subsided. The...