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Harlan flinched as the grenades went off beneath him. He didn't get a chance to look down to see that his drop wasn't exactly on target. No, it seemed he wouldn't get to do a lot of things now. Kriffing Hutts. Never should have been on this world in the first place. Sure, he'd owed them money, a...

With the gunner on their side dead the gunship would have to take the long way round to do another pass if it wanted to fire on him, and with all the buildings around it wouldn’t be easy. He felt good for a moment, elated even, which wasn’t a word he thought he knew until just then. Until...

Kriff. Kriff Kriff Kriff. Harlan cursed in his mind. Or into his mic. It didn't matter much at this point as the blaster bolts hailed down around him as he and the few boys that survived the storm of fire managed to run further into the building. He was being hemmed in and he didn't like that...

Well, there goes Harlan's optimism. If he died here today... well, he was going to be dissapointed he had to say. He'd hope to die in a bed. A big bed. In a penthouse. Or hell, on the hyperlane. If this'd be it then, well kriff, he wouldn't go down without making it known. As fire strafed...

Days like these didn’t exactly make Harlan happy, but seeing the soldiers scatter at their fire certainly did make him smile. A decent accomplishment for someone who thought themselves little more than a huckster. Too bad it wouldn’t last. With one of their number down as the Wampa moved up...

Harlan could hear their mechanical opposition trudging along the ground some distance from them, along with the whir of air vehicles as they swooped in low and began to drop off a payload. The tanks fired in a raucous chorus of blaster fire, beginning to chew into the buildings of the...

Harlan had to breathe a sigh of relief as he watched the last of the droids be gunned down before him. They hadn't made it in close, but blasters anywhere near him or his body was not a good time. Why he stayed in the Cartel sometimes he had to wonder. And then he would remember: that's right...

The droids were fast, but if a glance over at Barry showed him anything, these things weren't exactly smart, or capable of that lovely fine motor action one might get from a regular thug. And that was his big chance here. With two screaming at him across the open terrain, if Harlan was honest...

Kriff, Deysum was depressing. The industrial zone only more so. Now, Harlan had been in battles before now. Similarly enough assigned by his superiors who likely thought of him as little more than meat for the grinder. And with the Republic waging war against them the grinder was in full swing...

“Oh kriffing heck” Harlan thought as he saw the heavyset gamorrean charge his position in seconds. He wasn’t exactly ready for a fistfight today, but he didn’t have time to react after he and Vic has felled the first one. He felt the impact like a punch to the gut. No, not the gut, like a...

He was going to need a shower after this. And a drink. A drink in the shower, that'd be perfect. Because this was taking out of him, far more than he'd hoped it to. Assuming he survived, and that was a rather large assumption at this point given the two rather large, rathered heavily armed...

Harlan had to say that things, for now at least, were going smoother than he ever expected an assault on a rather fortified position to go. But their quick insertion and unexpected effectiveness had proved to be more than the defenders were ready for. Or, well, Vic was more than they were ready...

As he felt the pain of the floor crack against the back of his head, he knew in that instant he wasn't built for this whole prize fighting thing. Kriff, he wasn't really built for this whole fighting thing at all most of the time. And certainly showed today. But he'd learnt more than a few...

Theme Harlan had never been to Telti. And for good reason it seemed. As he and Vic had flown across the planet to the capital all he saw, city after city after city, was factories, slums, skyscrapers. An urban maze no better than the seedier side of Coruscant or Correllia where he'd been plenty...

This had not gone to plan. As his face throbbed from the punch lobbed at it, he began to feel their collective instability fail, toppling them with the momentum behind each of them. Letting go of Kal's left hand as they came close to the ground and pulling his own left back into the inside of...

Harlan wasn't the greatest fighter. He knew that. But he wasn't about to give up so easily. As the distance closed and Kal's left fist threw out toward his face, Harlan snapped down his left arm across and snatched Kal's left wrist, holding it and pushing it away so any momentum it would carry...

Alright then. It was on. With the pleasantries out of the way Harlan hoped at least he could have a fair fight, and maybe come out with one less bruise than he normally did from these sort of things. But the fight had to start some time, and, well, he may as well throw the first punch. Taking...

Throwing himself to the ground to avoid the blaster fire which would sail over his head, he breathed hard, nearly winding himself to get out of the way, "Ahh, yeah, nothin' but net Vic" he said ever so out of breath compared to his younger, fitter companion. He wasn't exactly built for this...

He had to reflect that, somehow, throughout his rather questionable and overall misbegotten life, Harlan Banks had managed to get into some strange situations. The fact that he had made it out of all of them was probably the stranger part. But, he had an optimistic streak, and generally tried to...

The moment the soldier started to move from Vic's blast, Harlan knew this was never going to go the way he had planned. Happily, with his finger on the trigger already tracking that kriffing suspicious vet, as the soldiers body fell into a roll across from Harlan, he pulled the trigger on his...