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This was going to be a quick and bloody affair and Brac was HERE for it - anything that kept the manhours down and the revenge quick and easy was a win in his books. Grinning a little bit to himself, he settled in behind the gun controls, gripping them tightly as if excited to get started...

Brac was mid-looting, lamenting the quality of goons these days if they came with such shitty pocket-loot, when he heard Keena speak up and actually give him an answer. He stared at her for a moment before just kind of blinking at her and nodding along - she had a very good point. "Alright...

Oh yeah she was definitely his contact alright - you got eyes of that beautiful shade of darkly simmering amber by kicking puppies and drowning kittens. Just needed to make sure he didn't turn out to be the puppy in this scenario. "I guess so." he agreed at the comment about the stakes, not...

Non-consensual choking was just the worst. Being killed by it was just not on his agenda of things to get done today but, thankfully, seemed that Keena was on the same wavelength. The first short landed hard enough that the guy loosened his grip, the second made it even better and by the time...

Braclin wouldn't lie to anyone who asked, and he would never lie to himself, and claim that he spotted Vahliri as soon as she came into the gambling hall. She was pretty enough, sure, but being able to turn heads in a place like this was pretty much unheard of. He did, however, notice her when...

Brac was barely paying attention to Keena when she started talking about what a snickers was - or when she seemed to get lost in thought for a second. Instead he adjusted how he was standing slightly so that the carbine, carried by a strap over his shoulder, would hang looser than it had been...

Hmm, maybe she had been paying attention. Specifically paying attention to him because he was the one worth paying attention to after all. He slurped at the caf a little bit more, swirling it around in his mouth before swallowing. Was she right though? Should they already have an issue with...

Nimban. Notable for being a planet in Hutt Space that had an almost unheard of distinction; it was one of the only planets in the history of the Galaxy to willingly offer to join the Hutts, specifically the Hutt Empire at the time. There hadn't even been any of the 'courting' that Hutts liked...

Brac wasn't sure what he had done to deserve a shipmate who was also a barista. It wasn't even, typically, a joke; it was genuinely rather nice to have someone on board who could actually brew a cup of caf that didn't make the drinker want to throw up after drinking. That she managed to...

Well she was getting nervous but Brac was more than happy to chalk that up to the fact that the day ended in a Y and this chick seemed to be a mixture of anxieties and energy wrapped up way too tightly under a thin layer of protection. Like a balloon full of fizzing champagne or something - he...

Well she knew well enough that if she didn't keep up he was liable to leave her behind - she needed to keep up. Seriously. Instead of getting annoyed, he made a conscious decision to not let her shitty manners bring him down. He was in a seriously good mood, after all, and he was going to enjoy...

Well pinkie wasn't going to be sticking around the creep so he was doing a community service as far as he was concerned. He was basically rescuing her from the social equivalent of a torture session so, naturally, he was a hero and he deserved to be treated as such! Or whatever. Probably be too...

Brac didn't know if this chick he'd picked up was for real. Half the time she acted like she had never known anything outside of her own little bubble but right now? Right now he couldn't have asked for a better patsy. She was buttering up the dumbass ship owner like she had been training to...

Was she... was she being serious right now? Oh for the love of every scrapped ship and credit in the karking Galaxy, she was! She seriously wasn't even using her pheromones on purpose and already he was beginning to feel like he had gone days without physically touching anyone in any capacity...

Oh wow she was like some kind of frightened kitten or something right now. He leaned against a wall and suddenly she looked like she was either tied down to the spot or about to bolt any given second - probably both at the same time. Hence why she just kind of swayed ever so slightly and...

Brac didn't finish school but he wasn't an idiot - and he was big enough to realize he had probably just fucked up a bit. Assumptions and all that had led him here, to standing in front of a Zeltron woman he had assumed to be a working girl, only to find out she was, instead, some kind of...

Trouble didn't begin to describe what Brac found himself getting deep into today but it was a good start. He had decided what ship he wanted to begin his new career as a self-employed smuggler and it was a good choice if he did say so himself. The ship was sleek, she was sexy, she had room in...