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One of the clients seemed awfully pleased with Davik's work, which was understandle, ofcouse. "Sure thing," Davik grinned at the Pau'an as he tossed the man a small datashard. "Iron Kowak's contact info and prices are on there," he said in a way that betrayed he was rather pleased with himself...

An open weapon crate filled with thermal detonators was staring at Davik as two of Hutt Cartel Scion's carried another crate into the apartment, this one he knew to be filled with pistols. "Whatever do these guys want with so much firepower?" Davik asked out loud, but to no one in particular...

Luckily Lomrokk quickly followed suit and the duo got away quite easily. After all, the Sector Rangers weren't actually coming. Whoever that broadcast had gone to was probably just another member of Shere's gang instead of the local constabulary. A few minutes later the first of the wounded...

The Gamorrean was an impressive combatant. As the three gangsters paused and were trying to determine which way best to use their numerical advantage on the large axe-wielding beast, Davik pulled his trigger and the one closest to him caught the blaster bolt between the shoulder blades. Sure...

Davik's heart sank when he, too, spotted the comlink and watched how Lomrokk stamped on it. "Not sure," he replied, honestly. Shere Cann had meant for the massacre to be linked to him and that's really the only name that could be heard on the broadcast. Shere Cann sends his regards "We better...

The Gamorrean charged right into a fight that left him outnumbered, so Davik saw no other viable option but to provide him with cover. He fired twice to keep the gangster at another booth in hiding before aiming for one brave enough to attack Lomrokk with his stun baton. The shot didn't land...

The gangsters clearly didn't like that two unknowns had just entered their safehouse. "Killee hoohah tytung" the Iron Kowak told the Gamorrean as he suddenly raised his blaster and shot the Nikto in the chest. "Shere Cann sends his regards," In the confusion that followed, many of the innocents...

Davik let out an exasperated sigh. He knew enough Huttese to understand Lomrokk and yet speaking the language had always been difficult and this did not seem worth the effort. "Fine," the armsdealer nodded and motioned for Lomrokk to follow. Byblos was a Republic world that years ago suffered...

NO WATERTRUCE No Watertruce Shere's Gang uses a popular cantina as their main gathering point. They feel like they can relax there and not be on their guard because its a former speakeasy with durasteel doors you can only enter if you know the passcode. The old Cathar wants his gang to know...

Davik had been stunned by the female customs official's remark. The notorious pirate captain Rav Haskeen had been executed recently, true, but he had also been Davik's friend. What seemed like a lifetime ago Davik had actually been part of Rav's crew and after a drunken night out they had per...

Davik flashed his whitened teeth in a wide grin, "but ofcourse, officer." and then directed his gaze to the female customs agent who seemed to tense up a little. Must've been her first day on the job, though something nagged in the back of his mind. She was looking at him in a certain way that...

"Kriff-" Davik let out an exasperated sigh as he watched from his cockpit how two local customs officers walked into the hangar. He had barely time to engage the shutdown procedure for the engines of his beloved Catscratch and here came the datapad-humping rulesticklers of Glavis. "-I hate to be...

Davik hadn't worked with brats before, but as a favor to Nor'baal and their special business relationship he hadn't mind to take a young slicer along for some low-risk experience. Right now, though, he was beginning to regret it. "You're right," he said to the kid barely half his age, "Maybe you...

The Cutlass-9 Patrol Starfighter was the Catscratch's superior in almost every aspect. 35 MGLT overspeed, capable of firing missiles, double the cannons and didn't maneuver like and old republic-era ship. The only thing that gave Davik a decent shot was the fact that his shield generator was...

Davik checked the monitor of his cargo hold and was comforted that everything was strapped in tight. The Catscratch' hold was filled with crates of weapons, offering no pretense it was transporting anything else, and that allowed him to room to strap everything extra tight. He was striking off...

The rooftop pool of the Kowakian Refuge House felt a little bit colder today as Davik walked down the slope into the deeper water. He was still wearing his bathrobe and his pyjama's, which is to say he wore only a bathrobe. Six Kowakian Monkey Lizards that had been chilling by the pool looked at...

The last noodle of Davik's noodle soup disappeared behind his lips as he greedy slurped it in. Somehow, where you went in the galaxy, there was always a streetside noodle-bar from which you could see important places no matter the weather. Which was a good thing, because tonight it was pouring...

"Fifteen minutes, roger that," Davik replied as he opened the 'leaving hyperspace checklist' file on his datapad. Don't misunderstand him, he knows how to fly his ship. By the Force, he does! Alright, so you still don't believe? Davik is perhaps not born in space, but definitely bred for it...

As always, the Hutt wanted more than half on an investment that would cost him nothing. He expected Nor'baal to ask too big of a cut despite the gift, but Davik had also spend enough time among Hutts to know that they didn't respect anyone that didn't at least try to haggle. "Forty percent if...

As the Hutt boomed in laughter, Davik joined in with the same enthusiasm. Ofcourse the Hutt -his friend- had seen right through his disguise. "Why, you ask? Oh magnificient Nor'baal, supreme businessbeing of the Outer Rim, head-honcho of the spice mines," when one needed to sell the ruse of...