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Considering that she had maybe just saved his life, Zaia bristled a little at his equally incredulous response. “Well then! If you can handle yourself, go right ahead.” But before she could push him back into the open or do anything of a similar nature, Zad’s voice sounded through her helmet...

Zaia smiled to herself at her companion’s request. It looked like they had diving headfirst into things in common too— she was just as much a hothead now as ever. If anything, he might need to stop her. Despite that, she nodded to him anyway. She would have his back either way. <“Of course,”>...

<“Agreed,”> Zaia responded to Hauron’s remarks, figuring that the best they could do would be to continue on without looking like they knew something was off. However, she still kept her guard up in case the scouts were a little too trigger happy. Even if they hadn’t attacked in the town, it was...

Nearly as soon as she turned off her mic, Zaia heard the unmistakable sound of a blaster bolt whizzing past behind her and into the container she and Sage had just come out from. She quickly ducked behind the corner of a building, pressing her back against the wall to ensure she had cover. Then...

Zaia tilted her head in Hauron’s direction. <“Thank you for the offer. You already are helping.”> Even on this hike, she felt alive again. It really was the journey that mattered and not the destination— she would have to do this kind of thing more often. As Hauron elaborated on his goals and...

Zaia looked down at her boots, shrugging a shoulder. <“Eh, I can always get new ones,”> she responded with a chuckle. If they did happen to break, it would just show Clan Trenessar of her resilience and her eagerness to talk to them, she thought in amusement. As much as broken boots might make...

<“That’s true,”> she agreed. The less attention they drew, the better, especially when they would be visiting people that may not be friends at first sight. Hauron kept his ship organized, Zaia noticed as she followed him up the ramp. She could appreciate that— clean space, clean mind, some in...

Having a contact in Clan Trenessar would be helpful, especially if they could put in a good word. It looked like they were off to a good start already. As Hauron finished the rest of his caf, Zaia ditched the straw and downed the rest of her water before getting up. She would need to stay...

If the Orar’da’yadr were offered a place in Sundari, Zaia didn’t see any reason for them to not agree with their terms and at least try to become friendly with Rancor Squadron. Though she recognized the diversity in opinions among the Mando’ade, the prospect of recolonizing Mandalore should be a...

There wasn’t much time to think about why the server had given Zaia a straw when she clearly didn’t have her helmet on, as Hauron immediately jumped into why he’d asked her here today. She listened quietly and attentively, placing an elbow on the table and a fist under her chin as she...

Hauron had a firm handshake, not anything unlike what she was expecting. Just from looking at his armor, it was clear that he was proud of his heritage, and Zaia was glad that they both had that in common. When she heard that Kotii had told him about her, Zaia couldn’t help but smile. She must...

Sometimes with so much happening all at once, Zaia would find herself starting to forget her purpose. She’d spend her time freelancing, bounty hunting, revenge-seeking, yet even though she was helping to support her friends and family in some way or another, she still felt a little bit lost...

As sparks flew from the panel and the door shuddered, Zaia shifted herself closer, trying to get the wires to connect again. So the thing wasn’t really dead! Meanwhile, she listened to this part of Sage’s story with much more interest. Scuttlebutt, scuttlefish, scallion, scullery and cutlery...

Zaia stopped fumbling with the wires once more when Sage poked fun at Draugr’s name. Even if it was only a disguise, she wasn’t about to let some pirate wave Casany off like that. She turned her helmet to face the pirate, jabbing a finger at him. “Hey, she’s a warrior, not some tiny bug you...

Fortunately the blaster bolt was able to dislodge the outer layer of the panel, leaving the interior exposed. Maybe it wouldn’t be so fortunate for Sage if she were to get it open, but she was more concerned about Cas and Zad’s well-being in case something went wrong. Zaia picked up two wires...

Zaia wasn’t really listening to the conversation about Tarre Vizla and the Darksaber— if Sage and Bone wanted to be stuck in here forever, they were free to do it. However, she couldn’t find anything that could possibly open the door until she heard what had to be a sniper shot on the container...

Zaia blinked. If neither Bone nor Sage recognized each other, then they couldn’t have met. So they did have the wrong man. Ever the optimist though, Zaia figured that if Sage had connections with both the Badger and the Daggers, maybe he could still lead them in the right direction. Then she...

Zaia was only watching Sage’s face as he explained his bounty hunter situation, never minding the coin he rolled atop his knuckles. Once upon a time she might have gotten distracted, but he was a pirate nonetheless. They weren’t exactly known for being honest even if Sage seemed different...

A pirate living in a box was a new one, and Zaia’s brow raised slightly beneath her helmet as he told his story. She wasn’t surprised that he was being hunted— that was the price for living in spite of the law. However, she almost felt a little sorry for him that he was confined to this place...

Zaia flipped on the flashlight on her helmet before she looked around the container. She stopped when the light reached the face of a Zabrak, and she quickly flicked it off when she saw that it was going directly into his eyes. Sorry, she almost said out loud, but then remembered that this was...