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Freedom. The great lie. The grand unobtainable idea. The dream sold to the downtrodden by the bastards who really ran the galaxy. The one thing Crix wanted more than anything else. “Let’s move, this is done,” Crow said, wiping blood from his vibroknife. “Aye boss,” said Trix, a scraggly...

The unyielding sun bore its blazing gaze across the backs of every prisoner laboring in camp. Day in and day out they dug, mined, and sifted through the coarse sands of Rampa II. The emotionless bumbling BD1’s were frustratingly brutal. Their incessant need to be in control coupled with their...

Royal Palace Iziz || Onderon Crow wasn’t sure why he was being escorted by two Onderonian fighters to the Royal Palace, but when two starfighters armed to the teeth with weapons primed asked him to do something he normally did. “BeeGee, have we pulled any jobs in the sector recently?” Truth...

Casino Satellite Omega Station || Orbit Crow sat at the bar of Omega station’s favorite casino, he wasn’t here as the old smuggler, or the heartless gunslinger, no, unfortunately, he was here as his alias, Damon Kross. He looked nothing like his usual self. The paramilitary gear had been...

The Smuggler’s Station S-9, Empty Space “Here’s the rest,” grumbled Darneesh as he slid a pouch of unmarked credits across the table. Crow plucked up the bag and counted. Darneesh kissed his teeth and tossed a handful of gleaming chits across the table. “It’s rude to count your money,”...

BAKURA Red District, Glasco The pulsing neon glow of lascivious holo-ads reflected off the windshield of Crow’s speeder. The red district in Gesco, the second largest city on Bakura, was just another den of iniquity on a planet where the Security force was just as likely to rob you as the...

Denon, Jancito Sector Local time 1357[THEME] War... what is it good for? A broken heart looked upon the blown-out shells of buildings that used to be homes. Even with Denon's liberation, it was clear the planet would never be his home again. Crix Dolan, a prodigal son of the planet, had...

Zeltros: Zeltros (Capital City) Local time: 2400 Crix lay awake staring at the rippling shadows that danced across the ceiling of the luxury hotel room he'd been in for the past two days. The past rolled out before him in miasmic undulations as the monotonous drone of rain on the transparisteel...

The coordinates he'd been given by the pirate had taken him deep into forgotten space. Somewhere between Tanaab and Tirahnn far off the Perlemian Trade Route into what Crix could only call the wastes. The Freebird was slowed to a crawl. Slag and busted meteorite pervaded the normally empty void...

The mottled blues of hyperspace burst into thousands of white pinprick lights out of The Freebird's viewport. The Freebird, a Cutlass-9 and a TAC transport dropped out of hyperspace at the exact location he'd last encountered the Pirates he'd been hired to eliminate. The idea of wiping out a...

Crix sat on a jetty overlooking the churning surf. He cast a rock into the depths below and wondered just how vast they were. He felt stuck. Everything in him wanted to throw his shit into The Freebird and jump to Denon, but he couldn't. He was ashamed of who he'd become. He rose from his...

Things were a bit hot on Nar Shaddaa following his and Karina's little exploit in the slat district, so, Crix found himself on Ord Mantell waiting for the whole thing to blow over. He was close to Mordeth and knew the Hutt wouldn't hesitate to offer him some local hospitality, but he didn't want...

Crix, working under the alias of Damon Kross, sat in the captain's chair of his Lancer Patrol Craft, The Freebird. He was still reeling from the holonet broadcast a few days ago. Everything he'd heard about The White Lion and Zaa Fenn was false. Whatever leadership and honor Peef Callo had...

"That's the trick, son, you gotta have something to bring to the table." Crix mulled over his father's words feeling a pang of sorrow at knowing he'd never hear them out loud. His datapad lay on the table in front of him open to an article about power gems. His father was right. If he expected...

Crix rolled a credit chit over his knuckles lazily as he watched the progress bar on his datapad fill. His ship, The Freebird, was primed and ready to go just outside the rendezvous zone. From the astromech socket next to him Beegee chirped. "We'll move in as soon as the payment comes...

A shitty cigarette hung loosely from Crix's Dolan's lips as he scanned the den of miscreants around him. A couple of card games were in full tilt, a band was playing, and the liquor was flowing. If this hadn't been located on a luxury yacht owned by a prominent member of the Five syndicates, he...