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This entire damned operation had gone to kark so fast it made Anz' head spin. First the Exile, then the guards at the elevator, then the waves of reinforcements, then the grenade, culminating in the two figures on the floor. A gangster with his hands crumpled into balls, and the lunatic who did...

With Devario's men now laying in a bloodied and burnt heap on the floor, Anz leapt to his feet as Devario escaped from Sindri's grip and prepared to fight them both off, a humorous prospect given that Anz had two guns aimed directly at him. The situation became less comical, however, when...

"Indeed I am!" Anz had waited until the gang was focused entirely on Sindri's little hostage stunt before he made his grand reveal. After Sindri had distracted the guards, Anz slowly sat up and drew out his weapons, his carbine in his right with the stock under his armpit, and his pistol in his...

Try as he might, there were simply too many guards to shoot at once, and two members of Devario's escort survived his initial volley unscathed, and were now firing on him. There was only one way out of this situation, and he knew he wasn't going to enjoy it. Pulling his cloak tighter around his...

Anz barely had time to process that it was Devario himself that threw the explosive down the hallway, all he could do was duck back into his corner, throwing his cloak up over himself to protect himself from the resulting rain of debris and licking flames. Sindri was sent flying by the blast...

His brief bout of admiration for Sindri died when the next lift of guard arrived, this time a larger party than the original. As Sindri flailed at the incoming bolts like a deranged maniac Anz threw himself against a nearby dumpster as a crude form of cover as blaster fire, both directed and...

Anz had to admit the two false bodies were brilliant strategies, as they distracted the guards and forced them to waste ammunition targeting fakes. Still, he didn't have enough time to commend the strange Exile on his remarkably effective tactics as the two guards were moving closer to both of...

Anz had been fairly certain that they could have at least gotten the drop on the Gourami thugs as they passed through the hallway, but with Sindri's sudden outburst his stealth advantage was gone. His insane outburst caused two guards to snap toward his position, weapons drawn and searching for...

The 'ding' of the lift cued Anz in well before the panicked response of the Exile, who nearly trampled a homeless spice-addict trying to get behind cover. Someone or something was coming up the lift, and given the sounds of gunfire and lightsabers clashing on this floor odds were it was one of...

Anz should have realized earlier that he needed to be more simplistic when dealing with Sindri, as the young man was not of sound mind. He had a myriad of questions that might have been answered if he was paying attention to the schematic, but it was clear he was more interested in the pretty...

He wasn't actually studying the map and thinking about it, not really, anyway. Sindri was just displaying the same animalistic attraction to that which is shiny that all animals possessed. It didn't matter, Exiles had powers and weapons far stronger and stranger than the rest of the galaxy. Anz...

So this maniac had credits bound up in this operation? Credits based apparently in some kind of miniature model smuggling ring? Was that a thing? Anz liked to keep his ears close to the ground on hot-ticket contraband, but he hadn't heard anything about miniature models. He shrugged off the...

"Partners." He shook the bloodied hand, taking a second when the boy wasn't looking to wipe off his hand on the inside of his cloak. Disgusting. "By the way, if we are partners, we should know each others names. I am Anz Laggo, who are you?" It was probably a good idea to figure out who you...

"Slow down son, slow down." Anz watched with an admittedly very morbid curiosity as the stranger put the jacket off of one dead body onto the other dead body. A psychologist could have a field day with this Exile, if he didn't disembowel them and apologize to their corpse first. He wasn't just...

This man was disturbed on another level. That was the only thing Anz could conclude from watching his intimate moment with man he killed, dying gruesomely on the floor in a puddle of blood. He'd seen plenty of young thugs with killer's remorse, but none of them unfolded, or perhaps more...

It appeared that the human slid right into place at Anz' side, ready to accept the danger lurking behind them and respond to it. He had been prepared to just simply shoot the offending guard when the sound of frantic footfalls forced Anz to spin around, just in time to see some kriffing homeless...

So he was after the Gourami too, huh? A strange target for an Exile, but then again this was a very strange Exile so perhaps his choice in places to decimate made some logical sense to him. In any event, Anz now had a potential ally, or at least a potential distraction, in the fight against the...

Jumpy, wasn't he? The flash of a few furry fingers and his sphincter closed up so tight Anz would have sworn he heard a sharp snap. He slowly lowered his hand, but made sure it remained in the Exile's line of sight, no need to make him think he was reaching for a weapon. He moved his second hand...

An Exile. A karking Exile, here, in this inglorified cistern. Of all the places to run into one of those maniacs it had to be down here. Perhaps that distinctive crimson light-blade could have been explained as a bounty hunter's trophy or something bought from a war-junk dealer. But he didn't...

For something to disgust someone from Nar Shadda, to really make the stomach of a Hutt-spacer churn, something had to be truly and utterly repugnant. Which was the only part of the Gourami family operation that Anz could scrape up some respect for, its ability to drive people away. Not just...