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Jon was sitting at the terminal, waiting for the star-liner that would transport him to Coruscant, staring at his hands and wondering how much blood was on them. The news lately had left him in an introspective mood, more so than usual. He had gone about about his life fully aware that he had...

Jon had known many a Jedi in his time, and had learned a little of how they saw the world. Light and Dark, right and wrong. He might not understand the Force, but he did understand that. The darkness wasn't something just the Jedi fought, everyone did. And it was an uphill battle at the best of...

Jon was functioning on muscle memory alone. He should have passed out hours ago, if not from exhaustion, then from shock, or pain, or one of the many responses he had been taught victims had after an incident such as this. A victim, it was odd to think of himself like that. But at the moment...

Jon had attended the memorial service with the wife and young child of Officer Ghent, the young man who one of the Knights of Ren had murdered right in front of him. He was still haunted by his inability to save him, and that guilt had driven him to become overly protective of the family he had...

Jon watched helplessly as the two men charged the masked man, and could do nothing as they fell. An anger burned within him, anger at the man for his actions, anger at himself for not being able to stop him, and anger at the uniform for not following his order and getting out. As the armored...

Jon had tried to read up a little about the Jedi on his way to Nal Hutta when he got this assignment, but it had been a lot of heresay and very little factual information. All he knew was they had magical powers, could heal people, and make things float if they wanted to. But there had been one...

Jon was no stranger to combat, over the years having been involved in more than his share of fights and life threatening situations. But what the masked man did as his shots hit him left him shocked nonetheless. He had thought that the intruders might be more of the unJedi that Trys had been...

Jon understood where Nick was coming from, but understanding something wasn't the same as being okay with it. And the matter of the woman was one of those things, he knew he was right and he would not budge on the matter. "They need us more than they need one slave. Even the Hutts aren't stupid...

Jon shrugged and raised an eyebrow in a noncommittal fashion at Nick's skepticism regarding the possibility of animal control. "Some of the things these blokes have been accused off, I don't know what to believe anymore. We'll report it, let someone else figure out how likely it is." He was...

Jon had pushed through the chaos to make his way to the stairwell, planning to move down and get to the security room. Running with his blasters drawn, one in each arm, he was prepared for a rough night. But by the time he reached the stairs he realized he wasn't prepared for just how bad things...

Jon had been looking forward to this all week, a few weeks of down time back home to let some steam out. Things had been chaotic since this whole good-Jedi, bad-Jedi confusion had spring up, almost everyone roped in to help on the case. That had meant long hours and a lot of travel, he had spent...

Jon swapped the piece of jerky from his right hand to his left as he saw Nick arrive, holding his right hand out to grasp the other Ranger's preferred hand in a firm grip. "The name's Jon Halleck," he replied with a smile, shaking Nick's hand, "pleased to make you acquaintance partner." As...

Jon stood leaning against the wall next to the main entrance of the Hutt palace that he and his partner were supposed to investigate, chewing on a piece of jerky he had picked up on the way here from the spaceport. A rather nervous looking twi'lek stood nearby, their escort and from the looks of...

Jon had managed to acquire another lighter, and was in the process of attempting to light his cigarra when he was approached by a young woman who, if he had done his homework as folks in his line were normally wont to, he would would have identified as the owner of this particular establishment...

Jon walked through the crowd, trying to find the server he had tipped to get him his drink. It had been an elaborate request, and it had been easier to explain it to her away from the almost indecipherable babble that surrounded the bar. Stepping up the bar might be quicker, but with how loud it...

Jon couldn't really deny the truth behind Duke's words. He had slipped up, a rookie mistake at that. So he just nodded in acknowledgement as he watched the remaining inmates get on, even in failure he was not one for words. He had always thought himself to be in control on the job, but you...

As if almost on cue, Jon emerged from the rain and stepped up to the armored truck where his partner and the officers were waiting. Hands his pockets, shoulders slightly hunched as he tried to make a slim profile to stay as dry as possible, he stopped besides Duke and shot a glance upwards...