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This is that last time I leave Preyt in charge of the fee negotiation, Darren Reed chuckled to himself, as he recalled the discussion in which his scaly friend had informed him that this would be 'Pro Bono'. Maybe they did have a good side after all? "Sssith ssscum, you know who we are? Preyt...

"What's your name darling?" Darren Reed drawled as he finished the overly fancy 'D' at the beginning of his autograph "T'ik!" she squeeked, high pitched and almost as if blurted. Pausing, Darren smiled as if thinking up some great prose "T'ik," he wrote the first word and continued as he spoke...

"Shoot everyone you see?" Darren nodded "I like it." he continued, making his way toward the side of the door "Simple," he got out his pistols, and pointed at one at the lock "...easy to remember." he pulled the trigger, shooting a clean hole through the lock and pushing the door open, before...

Darren had to admit, the Trandoshan was nothing if not effective - his methods, whilst brutal, certainly getting the job done each and every time. Looking at the room full of explosives, he thanked his lucky stars that the crazed Lizard had taken the time to show off, and in doing so, prevented...

The fight was over quickly, ith Nard falling to the ground - Darren easily avoiding the sporadic gunfire of the dying man, his Cantonican Duelling Armour absorbing the force of the one shot that did make its mark. He would nee to replace the armour for sure, but it was by no means a fatal shot...

Darren acted the moment the Cat-like creature moved to throw the datapad at him, his superior reflexes enabling him to sidestep the datapad - which skittered across the floor as Darren took two rapid steps to his right, avoiding the thunderslug shots. As he moved, he fired three shots at...

"...and thats," Darren showed his cards "...is a Vermillion Rush, meaning," the gambler scooped the credits off the table and over to his side "...I win again." he cracked a smile at Handeep Borsodi, who harrumphed to himself and snapped his fingers for a drink, whilst Darren Reed dashed a sly...

The third little pest would not prove to be all that much of a challange for Darren Reed, who dropped it with two shots; one catching the creature in the leg and the second taking it in the chest, sending the diminutive hooded menace spinning to the ground. "Got 'im." Darren shouted down to...

The Corellian Dockfront was as usual, a hubbub of activity and business, with the various shipping magnates and indiependant smugglers plying their trade around the unnervingly shiny corporate dockyards that dotted the area. Indeed, it was one such venue that was the target of Darren Reed and...

Darren was pleasanltly suprises that he was not being shot at by his erstwhile compatriots, and drew his datapad saying "Pleasures mine," he began, taking out a pack of stims and offering one to the polite man as the wolf-like creature darting off "...so, we do have a side entrance," he jerked...

Once again, Darren was standing outside a casino, looking fly. With a smoke clutched in his hand, he took a long drag and looked around, spotting the two men approaching, whispering to one another, and checking his datapad. Bingo! he recalled, there must be the two smucks he had agreed to help...

"Yup, thisss isss where the fun beginsss!" Darrens somewhat psychotic comrade-in-arms hissed, clipping on his combat gear and chunering something about murder. Trandoshans, Darren chuckled to himself as he followed the lizard, gotta love 'em. Being met by a collection of Jawa was oddly, a...

When the Wook asked you to do something, all that was left was to haggle to price - for there really was no saying no to a creature that could, and had, rip a mans arms off. And it was for that reason, that Darren Reed (self declared best-dressed sentient being) found himself standing on...

"Oi Snakeface," Darren looked at the Trandoshan "I never make bad decisions," he smirked as his comrade collected his weapons from the Wookiee "...I, have never been captured for example?" he laughed, ducking out of the way should the Trandoshan take a swipe at him, and heading for the feasting...

Darren looked as his pistol. "Well damn," he looked at it again "...thought the safety was on." Darren shrugged as the slumped receptionist, now minus half a head "You'll be fine." He spun his pistol around, cowboy style (one of the many pointless skills he had picked up over the course of...

"Come on you," Darren felt himself being moved on, from his gentile repose by the hairy tree-trunk like arms of the Wook. Having been set the dubiously easy task of patching Kring back up again, Darren naturally took it in his stride. "I have a degree in medicine you know," he lied, distracting...

As Darren stepped inside the Casino, breaking out of his run as the sights and smells of which he was all to familiar with assailed him, he broke into a smile - "We always pick the best jobs," he smirked at Preyyt, as the Zabrak called over to them both, Darren blatantly giving her a once over...

Darren simply could not help himself, and he winked at the Trandoshan, before continuing to wind him up as he gently dropped his hand to his blaster "I mean, it is absolutely hideous this," he gesture with his free hand "...thing? Oh screw it," he spun around on his heels, and fired two shots...

"Oh you are so brave!" the attendant simpered, as Darren Harquin Maximilian Romulus Reed continued his great homeric saga of his latest made up entirely true adventure. "I know, I know. Yet there I was, balancing on the tight-rope, fending off the evil," he tried to recall the name he had made...

Opening the door, Darren was somewhat taken-aback by what he saw. Gunshots, fleeing troops, a roaring wookiee, and a collection of flabbergasted staff off to one side, the youngest of which was filming away on his comms-device. Millenials, Darren snarled to himself, focusing his attention on the...