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"Uh huh," the Devaronian lounged back, her eyes sliding off to the side to regard those around them. "So let's get it done then." The red woman's bright eyes shifted back to Nick with a smile on her lips. "We do this polite. Then we do it nasty, if they don't play along. You good at the polite...

"What?" Surai stared at the guard standing before her. Had the man grown another arm out of his forehead? The Devaronian's bright eyes bore into the spot between his eyes. "I'm sorry, my Lady. Servants are currently tending to a matter in the shipyard. I cannot let you continue down this...

"The Sith don't want to burn your cities. That's Jedi propaganda," Surai declared with no effort to keep her voice down. "They believe if an opportunity presents itself, you take it. Where's the harm in that? Every merchant, solider, and politician does that. But the Jedi? They think you should...

Surai was a tall, broad shouldered Devaronian woman. And being a bright eyed, fang-filled lady it was only appropriate on this scorched ball of the void that she have her Ikenga sniper rifle propped up against her shoulder in one hand. She wasn't just delicious eye candy. Sith needed to know...

If she were a manipulative Hutt-kisser Surai might suggest getting a third party to force the owner to sell the place -- either to pay a ransom, or because their supply lines dried up for any number of reasons. But the Devaronian wasn't that kind of woman. Well, not when there were alternatives...

"If there's credits involved," Surai agreed, "or a good fight." She always up for a little excitement. Long as it wasn't a fool's errand. Given the guy these boys were trying to impress, well Surai didn't doubt one or the other would come along. "I know what you intend. Why don't you give me the...

So today I got into a nade fight, ma. I know you hate nades, but at least they weren't out of tubes. You really hate those. Actually, you kind of hate nades equally. You're an equal opportunity anti-nade gal. So, there I was... Surai tsked, thinking it was about time to leave the spice heads to...

Surai smiled as Koto agreed to her request. How thoughtful. She couldn't quite say the same thing about the man that took the responsibility for fulfilling the escort, however. She peppered their time together with small talk. Questions about walking in the gardens after the evening meal, or...

Surai's eyes drifted closed as the Jedi and Sith exchanged verbal barbs. Her left hand lifted to cover her mouth as she silently yawned. The bright eyes of the Devaronian woman revealed themselves once more as the two boys got around to squaring off. Yeah, she knew all about the psycho-babble...

Unlike her Force sensitive partner, Surai found the halls quaint. Tad silent, really. Everyone was behaving themselves in front of a King; all concerned the slightest displeasure might keep them from riches or glory. You could hear the pin of a grenade drop in the immaculately cleaned chamber...

The blaster fire rained down on Surai's position. The carbon scorching pings and their heat caused the Devaronian to curse as she crouched down against the cover. Karking salt fiends somehow had someone up above. Getting her head anywhere close to the top could get her head blown off. Time to...

It wasn't every day you came across a job as a relatively... small player by someone of such aplomb as an entire Empire. If there was an opportunity to make a name for one's self as a very adept and mercantile woman it would be something like this. Of course, she could also be the disposable...

The Devaronian's eyes narrowed as the smoke begin billowing into the confines. Blaster ready she found the silence that followed frustrating. Why the hell hadn't these people come in shooting? A good fire fight would be fun. Especially since Surai and Dileas had the better cover. But no, these...

Not every job was glamorous. There wasn't always an excuse to shoot someone. They were paying you either way. A sharp metallic clang followed the left talon strike glove piercing the carapace of a Hutt-sized bug on the wall. Surai drew her arm back with the pinned, uh, beetle. "Can I shoot the...

"What a piece of druk," Surai declared with no mind for any of those around her. Mistake number one was looking out the damn viewport at the frozen waste stretching into the horizon. No, the first mistake was accepting this job -- or the possibility of getting involved with the job -- now that...