The Straight Run, part one by ReldenCalder, literature
Literature
The Straight Run, part one
"Worrporin, we're almost at the ship now, so don't shoot us." Hssek snorted. The walking carpet was not the type to shoot first and ask later, he was far too cautious for that. Still, it had the unintended side effect of superb trigger discipline – he never shot unless he KNEW he'd hit the target – so Hssek wasn't about to complain. They rounded the corner and Lachlan's shoulders sank slightly in relief when he saw the Wasp. Hssek never understood that. A ship was a ship was a ship, though some were better built than others, and while the Wasp was better than some, it was worse than others.
Worrporin had spotted them, lowering his bowcaster
The Straight Run Intro by ReldenCalder, literature
Literature
The Straight Run Intro
The Black Nynock cantina was much like any other on Nar Shaddaa. Dark, noisy, filthy and full to the brim of the worst scum the galaxy had to offer. Since it was located on the higher levels of the Smuggler's Moon, however, it was also where the Hutts maintained a certain degree of authority that none wanted to challenge. A Duros was sitting nervously by himself in one of the Black Mynock's booths. He constantly sent darting looks around the cantina as though looking for someone, though at the same time afraid of who he might see.
"Think that's our guy?" A yellow Twi'lek at the bar asked a pale human before taking a drag on a cigarette.
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