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The air was thick, and bore an acrid taste of sweat and Force knew what else. Not from the fighters themselves, of course, the Corellians were much too far from the action. No, the atmosphere was a result of the drunken, rabid crowd, cheering for violence before them. "Djyoo two!" — from their...

The Corellian's eyebrows rose in satisfaction as the slicer mirrored his pointed stare. Upon hearing the lack of personnel remark, Morgan shot his childhood friend a patented look that generally spelled trouble for everyone involved, but his tempter's gaze faded quickly: the instant after one...

Morgan listened in silence to his newly crowned crewmates chime in, and remained that way until the old timer had made his way out of the empty Cantina. Stoic, save for the impish smile on his lips, as the doors to the place closed behind him, the Corellian leaned forward over the table, closer...

The new arrival was unexpected, to say the least, but the Corellian had never really been the type to sweat that particular brand of small stuff, and even less so when it came to the old man and his antics. Morgan offered a polite, casual nod in greetings, but sized her up all the same. The...

Half a room away from a face he hadn't seen in years, Morgan's eyebrows rose, before his hands extended to either side, as if to prepare for a hug, but his feet did not budge. "Well, now..." — he said, pausing for a moment as the trademark impish grin that had been swept away by a moment of...

Cantinas were surprisingly chilly, when empty. And, funnier still, in over a decade in the Smuggler's Moon, this was the cleanest he'd ever seen one. Which, mind you, did not mean clean. Still. He had to give it to the old man. Pin knew how to make things happen. It'd been a few days since his...