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Theme Coruscant, 147 ABY _________________________________ The Corellian whiskey didn't burn in his throat anymore. Calamari Seafood hadn't changed in three years, neither had the spice business in the back. Some time ago the Crymorah Syndicate figured owning the three-hundred levels below...

The cigarra on Beto's lips had a strange vanilla flavor to it. He hadn't paid attention when he bought them and while it definitely was something you had to get used to, somehow he had preferred smoking them over buying a new regular pack. He had taken the elevator up a thousand levels just to...

Theme Corellia, 144 ABY _________________________________ A deep sigh escaped Beto's lips as the New Republic shuttle touched down inside the spaceport's hangar. His suit didn't look as good on him as his had four years ago and his face had aged in isolation. He was one of twelve sullen, yet...