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“So where are we heading?” asked Tia as they settled in for the journey. “Ruminax III,” Celestine replied. “It seems those black market items have been coming from SpencerCorp.” “SpencerCorp?” Tia said with some surprise. “But they're huge. Why are thugs doing under the table shopping with them.” “Well, any pirate who lasts more than a few months does so by having an edge of some sort, be it cybernetic enhancements, an extremely fast ship, military-grade weaponry, an extensive list of contacts, the right kind of bribery...” “... consistently playing a fool in or

„Well, THAT was an easy payday!“ Robert Chang announced smugly from behind his pistol. Him and his three brothers formed a rough semicircle, as much as the available cover had allowed. They all smiled cockily, all thuggish attitude, fake brand suits and cheap guns. „What do you say to that, miss smartypants?“ another Chang added. „I say 'Blatherskite',“ Celestine replied The receiver built into Cel's suit picked up the password and relayed it to the little surprise she'd dumped in the garbage bin earlier. The firecrackers went off in the tight space, startling the Chang brothers and drawing their attent

Tia stored her luggage, mostly weapons and weapon repair kits, in one of The Ocelot's many compartments and off they went. Celestine decided to try the obvious solutions first and called up some entrepreneurial acquaintances spread around the sector's less reputable areas. None of them had anything to say about mysterious, robot-manufactures exclusive to the black market, so she set course for the best place in known space for piracy-related shopping. Tia had been aboard The Ocelot before, but any exploration of the ship had been limited to Cel carrying her between the bunk, cockpit and lounge, so with time to kill she started by poking a

(Note This is my second story set in we-r-nomad's Maid Wars universe and continues the adventures of Celestine, introduced in Milkshakes) Celestine, space rogue extraordinaire, leaned back in her booth and stared into mismatched eyes, one green and one grey. Her own. The metal glass in her hand was reflective enough to give a pretty good view of the area without her looking obvious about it. Not that she expected trouble. The Clover Club was a pretty decent nightclub on a prosperous planet and Celestine wasn't worried about her contact. True, she'd walked around the building first to scout out escape routes, hidden a remote-detonated firew

"Oh and put a long straw in the peppermint one, it's important." The server nodded and walked off to fetch the order, quickly disappearing into the gloom and mass of seated tables in Jerek's Place. Celestine leaned back in her chair and scanned the crowd with an eye trained to notice trouble. Jerek's Place wasn't as bad an establishment an one might have expected from the gloom and the location, but that was still no reason to be careless. Neoka Station was one of many like it throughout known space. A great big complex had been built into an asteroid to facilitate mining operations, and as the miners dug deeper in over the decades settlem

Juhani tried to focus on the hum of the starship engines. Their steady hum was just about the only harmonious thing for her senses to grasp at. Her sharp ears brought her the sounds of her crewmates running back and forth in final preparations, making last minute adjustments to armor and weapons. She could just barely make out Zaalbar's voice exchanging words with Mission, though she couldn´t make out the details. Her nostrils still detected the strange, pungent aroma that had infiltrated the ship on the Rakatan homeworld, mixed with the sickly sweet smell of gizka feces. Even all these distractions were better than what her Jedi senses

The surface of Dxun. Selena (The Exile), Mira and T3-M4 are strolling through the damp, miserable, rainy jungle. The occasional cannock jumps out of the bushes, only to be casually swatted with a Force Wave from Selena They walk in silence for a while, and Mira notices the look of intense concentration on Selena's face. MIRA: (really fast) "Hey, something wrong?" Selena snaps out of it and looks at Mira quizzically. SELENE: "Huh?" MIRA: (slightly slower) "Something wrong?" SELENA: "Uhhh . . . one more time?" Mira takes a deep breath and concentrates. MIRA: (normal speed) "I said 'something wrong?' You got that spaced-out Jedi look aga

Mission followed Juhani out of the women's quarters on the Ebon Hawk, giggling at Juhani's embarrassment. "Look, I'm sorry," the teenager said, not sounding very sincere. "I just couldn't help it." Juhani did a 180° turn on her heel and fixed her golden gaze on the Twi'lek. She managed to stop herself, and just stood there silently while reciting the Jedi Code in her mind. Her frustration lessened somewhat, but not enough for the bothered Jedi's liking. "I can't say that has ever happened to me," she said in her heavily accented voice. "Even on Taris, alien-hating rat hole that it was, I was treated with more respect." "Awww, com