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Midas stood in the elevator for a few moments as Zandrali did not accompany him, growing impatient as time went on. They were here to kill some important people, but it seemed like their attack was winding to a close. Cher was nowhere to be found, though the screams occasionally revealed her...

Midas did not flinch when both Aadya and Milo plucked up two of the vials of spice he had in his hands, instead smiling queerly, twisting his fingers in such a way as to clutch the rest of the vials in the palm of his hand. He returned several to his satchel, keeping one of similar vibrance as...

Theme Midas could never resist a good party, especially one being hosted by a Drast on his home world. If anything, it would be poor form to not show up to such a shindig, especially if he did not live too far away. The invitation went out from some Crusader he did not have the pleasure of...

Midas withstood the assault on his body shield for a time, feeling the weighty impact of the blaster bolts hitting the man’s corpse. Scorched flesh and clothing filled the air with an acrid scent that lingered when the firing halted. Cher had engaged with and eliminated the remainder of the...

Saleucami was a dim, arid, and, quite frankly, boring planet that the Sith had set its sights upon. It sits next to a planet rife with gambling and sport and offers its own advantages to the Empire, the least of which is expanding its borders just that much more. The loss of its territory...

Killee hoohah? How the hell was he supposed to know what it meant? The stupid Hutt just shouted it out and the guards began to fire at them. He figured it meant to kill them, but, then again, Huttese was a stupid, silly language, and he didn’t bother to learn it. Who cared what the Hutts...

Midas found the Hutt’s worried glower, even if it lasted only a few mere moments, to be quite the sight. Having put genuine concern for his son’s wellbeing at the forefront of Basuro’s mind, the Sith now had the edge in the negotiations. Basuro went silent as he thought about his best courses of...

Midas looked at Milo, raising his hands in defense, ”She was a witness! I’m certain the poor girl is okay, Milo, people get concussions all the time!” His defense was, admittedly, pretty weak, but he had acted purely on instinct in the moment, worried that their plan would be foiled and they...

Midas loved when things went smoothly. Milo led the way, his cousin trailing behind and keeping an eye out for any errant doctors walking about. So far, it seemed the medical station was either busy or in a lull, for the hallways were empty save for the two robed Sith. Milo led them to a map...

Drasts had a way of getting things they wanted, no matter how ridiculous the request. Midas claimed that he needed immediate medical care for a papercut. He knew the doctors would write it off as aristocratic privilege and would be forced to entertain him simply because he asked, but that part...

Midas stood stock still, observing the corpulent slug. The woman who had accompanied him, a Crusader of relative anonymity, had remained silent for the majority of their trip. She seemed to hold the Drast in awestruck regard. It was comforting that there were those outside of the Republica – now...

Glorified pest control, that’s what they were today. Midas had spent the majority of the trip staring at the giant raptor across from him, a bemused expression on his face, though the mask concealing his identity prevented… it? from noticing. The galaxy was so vast and unexplored to the...

Midas had just finished ordering his drink – a fruity cocktail that had way more alcohol in it than was reasonable – when a voice from behind alerted him to someone who knew him. Before even turning around, the Drast ran through a list of people who could possibly have known or called him that...

It would be ridiculous if this took you more than 5 minutes. Enter Basuro's palace—where he will be waiting for you—and meet with the slug. Negotiate his terms of surrender using his son as a bargaining chip. If you are unable to come to an agreement, kill his son in front of him and take the...

Buck and Chuck were two happy-go-lucky, run-of-the-mills cops. Best friends since schooling, the two of them enlisted in the Canto Bight police force right out the gate and had even been lucky enough to be partnered up together. Patrolling the wealthy casino district had its perks; most of the...

While Midas reclined, the woman before him manipulated the Force to fill up a glass and he watched her with idle amusement, his lips still curled into a faint smile. She possessed a refined control over the Force, much to his curiosity, and seemed to comport herself with a quiet grace. The glass...

The men around them were becoming annoying. Each one fawned over Sapphire, demanding her attention like the horny sycophants that they were. A particularly hairy lummox tried to shoulder past him and get closer to the woman, but Midas turned his body to fully face the world’s most interesting...

There was a great deal of risk in coming here, he knew. This was not a Sith planet – in fact, it was as far from a Sith planet as one could likely get. The Mandalorians, ruthlessly efficient as they were, controlled the Smuggler’s Moon now, and that made these little adventures just a tad bit...

Midas showed up out of idle curiosity more than genuine interest because he simply had to see if it were true; was a Darth truly honoring the deaths of a gaggle of unaccomplished whelps who had died in battle? The very idea of honoring those without worth was completely and utterly foreign to...

Midas took up his drink, sipping it idly as he watched the dancers do their thing, his eyes flicking from girls to those moving around the bar. There were all manner of beings in here, but he was certain few of them would recognize him. He hoped none of them would recognize him, anyways; he came...