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Though he was waiting for the other detective to make an appearance, Zaid was equally keeping a close eye on his surroundings - from the features of the tavern to the people that dwelt within it. It was one of the closest establishments to the scene of the crime - conveniently enough - and the...

Deep down, Zaid was almost grateful for the murder case to fall on his desk. The half-Orcolan had spent the better half of his life growing up around organized crime - from the street gangs that dominated his neighborhood to the Hutt Cartel that lorded over it. Thus, it was little surprise that...

This was hardly Zaid’s first time visiting Ord Mantell. Despite whatever polished exterior was put on for tourists and the rest of the FWA, it was all but public knowledge that the planet was a hotbed of Syndicate activity, and it remained a constant venue of employment for the half-Orcolan -...

The signal was given to clear the room for Aska and Gareth, and Zaid didn’t put up much argument. Keeping his blaster pistol handy in case either of the White Lion’s associates made any suspicious moves, the half-Orcolan cautiously rose up from behind his cover and walked around the bar -...

Zaid kept himself crouched low behind the bar, turning to press his back against the counter while he anxiously anticipated a barrage of return fire that was bound to come from Edin. Even as a few moments passed, and the retaliation never came, the half-Orcolan didn’t risk peaking his head up...

Zaid silently watched the exchange between Aska and Gareth, brown eyes drifting between the pair as they exchanged words. The tension was clear on the half-Orclan’s face, and there was a faint twitch of his fingers as his hand lingered low at his side – dangerously close to his blaster pistol...

It didn’t take a tremendous amount of convincing before Zaid agreed to take this job. While he traditionally stayed out of the crosshairs of inter-Syndicate conflicts, the half-Orcolan would always go where the credits were highest. And his current employer? Well. Let’s just say the payout was...

Zaid cracked a sideways grin, a clear look of amusement etched into his features as the Brentaalan noble practically jumped out of his skin upon being spoken to. Either the oddly-dressed human was suffering from a particular rough spice-trip – which Zaid could at least sympathize with – or the...

Zaid felt entirely at home within the seedy cantina. The familiar thrum of the music, the narrowed glances from shady individuals and the hypnotizing smell of spice in the air. It was a hive of scum and villainy, and it was exactly the kind of establishment where the half-Orcolan frequented -...

Zaid couldn’t help but laugh at that moment, his baritone rumbling lively through the air. Having successfully tackled Emil’s Harem and downed his creamy reward, Zaid was visibly in a great mood – and the steady buzz of alcohol in his system certainly helped that fact. While his species was...

Zaid allowed his gaze to linger on Nyx for far longer than was necessary, regarding the Rattataki woman for a few more seconds. He kept his arms crossed over his chest, a genuine smirk tugged wide on his lips when she spoke. “What can I say? Hard to focus on anything else when you walk in the...

Zaid’s grin only tugged a bit wider when Nyx called out to him from across the bar, immediately picking up on the teasing tone in her voice and the way that she winked at him. The half-Orcolan clearly had no shame in being called out for his lingering stares, making his way towards the bar when...

It didn’t take much more than a glance at the brightly lit, neon sign to convince Zaid to make his way towards the Viktorious Vixen. While Tirsa wasn’t the most interesting world in all the Corporate Sector, Zaid had arrived planet-wise just a few days prior all the same – living out of his ship...