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Whoever these attackers were, they had attacked her in one way or the other so, in the end, killing any of them meant self-defense, she reckoned. Better them than her or her package when it came to it. There might have been excitement in violence for her, sure, but if that driver was dead then...

Maintain position, she said, and she meant it with good reason. Two vehicles with assailants in them meant more than one problem for the defenders to target and then some. Juby felt like she had her problem covered. If her partner was worth his speeder bike then he might have his problem...

Four. Juby noted the number to memory as relayed by her partner. Easy to remember but this way she could remember this moment once that number inevitably dwindled from four to zero. Rifle. Juby had a rifle too. More than one gun on her person and in her package and then some. A fuckin’...

“This better?” Asked a Rodian, the driver sitting beside the only woman. He had changed the music. “Lower the lyrics,” Juby suggested specifically, if in a tone that may be taken in less of a request, catching an instant of that Rodian visage hesitating as if its owner wanted to say ‘Who are...

Trantor. An ecumenonpolis in the Core Worlds. Nothing fancy on that note. Nothing much to its appearance beyond its golden bridges amid its sprawling urban environment, orange light in the sky even outside of dawn, with it being a bit past eight o’clock that morning according to one building’s...

“STOP THAT MAN!” The shout came from behind her. Fear didn’t factor into her movement. It was instinct. She was curious. As anybody would be so she turned to face the scene. A man, a Tw’lek, was weaving between pedestrians, oblivious to the consequences as he shoved past shoulders and...

There was no fan on Tatooine. Unless you were indoors with one blowing or in a ship with air conditioning. Unless you just liked the heat you might not like the sweat if sweat had something to do with your species. Human, Anzat, whatever, this woman was, she had a bead of sweat sliding down her...