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Cass moved to glance to her left, trying to make it appear as if she was looking out the window. The truth was that she was looking slightly downward at a compartment where she was currently keeping a bottle of Corellian whiskey, and ohhhhh how she wanted a drink right now! But she was in no...

Cassidara snorted a little when Malagran mentioned trusting the Force. Okay, she witnessed what it could do first hand… so yes, it probably existed. But was it really something that one could blindly place all of their faith in? Cass still doubted that. She had depended on her own...

All coordinates were locked and ready. The engines began their familiar rise in pitch as they charged up for hyperspace travel. “Brace yourselves! Making the jump in 3… 2… 1… now!” The stars appeared to elongate and stretch toward them as space seemed to warp around the craft. To the...

It was a hell of a risk, but it was better than all of the alternatives. Cass gritted her teeth. “It’s the best option we got, no matter how much I hate it. Alright. Keep ‘em off my tail till I jump will ya? I need thirty seconds. B9… I need to borrow your computer systems. Good thing I have ya...

Frantically, Cassidara scanned the space around them. It they stayed here too long, their defenses would be whittled away. If they attempted to go into hyperspace without knowing what was in between… well, one could only imagine. There was a third option, but she hated the thought as soon as she...

Cassidara’s eyes widened at the mention of the great city-planet. “Wait…we’re going to Corusant???” Coruscant would prove to be a tricky venture for her. Her name would show up like a rash on the police records. Thankfully she had a few fake identities to work with and she had recently changed...

Cass checked her radar but to no avail. “Looks like we’re being jammed… but visually it looks like we got three fighters flanking our port. And I think I see a pair of Separatist frigates at our one o’ clock. That explains the jamming. Kark!” She wiped the sweat from her brow. “B9… lock on a...

Cassidara approved of his choice. Although she was quite capable with the turret guns, her greatest, greatest talent was behind the control yoke. “Are ya seated? Good! I hope ya have a good eye, ‘cause I’m a wild woman in this chair!!!” And with that she immediately steered up and over in a back...

“As I suspected… blast it…” Cass muttered. Sighing in exasperation, she flicked more switches and turned toward Malagran. “My sincere condolences, Malagran. I really am sorry. I know you’ll need time to mourn, but unfortunately if we’re going to get out of this I’m going to need another...

“So we’re doin’ names now, huh? Uh… wait… hold on a minute here…” The thrusters of the VCX-100 lifted the ship off of the ground as it spun around to face about twenty-five more B1s and two vultures firing multiple bolts at the underside. “B9… target those droids on the nose turret. I’m flyin’...

Cassidara didn’t have time to carefully back in the swoop bike as she would normally do. Instead, she flew in a little too hard, and by the time she put on the brakes it still wound up bumping into some of her cargo. A clinking of glass shook in the large case that had been violated by her front...

...the line as she flanked their right. “Hang on, guy! This is gonna be rough!” She lowered the bike just enough so that she was at head level… *Klang klang klang klang klang klang klang klang klang klang!!!* The bottom of the bike skipped along each droid in line, knocking them all to the side...

Now Cassidara could see why the young Jedi-guy was so hell-bent on slicing through this army. There was someone that he cared about in his mess, and he had been recklessly advancing through this invasion to get to her. She had one of those light-sword thingies too. A partner? A teacher...

“Come on come on come on!!!” Cassidara yelled at the inanimate object that was the loading ramp of her VCX-100. Finally, the ramp began to open, and she frantically climbed in before it could finish the job. One minute later, the sound of a swoop engine reverberated from her cargo hold...

This turn of events was a touch confusing at first. One second, she was staring a vulture droid in the face, certain that it had her locked on target. The next… the darn thing was being thrown backwards by something she couldn’t see. She stood there, blinking in confusion, then was snapped back...

Cassidara had to see this… she had to confirm. She trotted outside and scanned the skies. Were the separatists really going to attempt to take this planet again??? Yep. She couldn’t identify the ships above her. The sun had already set and they were using the dark of night to hide their class...

“Draw,” commanded the redhead at the Sabacc table in the back of the establishment. The dug that sat across from her sneered his lips at her and mumbled something snide in Huttese as his foot drew a card from the top of the deck. The redhead smirked slyly as her toothpick raised with her...