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arden_avKyra followed Trey up the boarding ramp and into the saucer-like section that marked so many of the YT-model light freighters. She noticed at once that about half of what would usually be the cargo areas had been converted into passenger compartments. If Trey was a smuggler, the outside – or inside – appearance of the Free Flying Soul spoke to the contrary.

Trey jerked his thumb toward a small room on the right. “That’s your bunk.” He turned and looked at the girl following him. “If you want… I can look after that art thing.”

“Not likely,” she said flatly. Kyra stepped into her bunk without another word. As the door slid shut behind her, she briefly considered engaging the lock, but figured that there would be some sort of override so she didn’t bother...

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Star Wars: Galactic Tales – Between The Empire and the Rebellion 1.7

bralor_avEvening had settled into the city by the time Ures’vn Bralor and Arden Ramis found themselves outside the complex that held Taphan Yeh’s private apartment. Of course the name on the registry was Phatan Rogg, but a little digging had tied it right up to their man. “The rich ones always think they’re so clever.” Bralor said, looking across the street to the building.

Behind a pair of binoculars, Ramis was trained several floors up the building. “Looks dark.”

“You sure you’re looking at the right window?”

“Yeah.” Lowering the viewer she poked him in the shoulder with it. “But if you like, you can see for yourself.”

“I’ll take your word for it.”

Arden smiled at Bralor, “So solider boy, what’s the plan?”

Bralor gave Arden a reproachful look, “It’s a small wonder the Hutt’s unloaded you onto thi...

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Star Wars: Galactic Tales – Between The Empire and the Rebellion 1.5

arden_av“Acquire property,” the diminutive pilot of the Free Flying Soul took a swallow from her glass. “Most of the time the property that he gets isn’t even enough to pay the note on the Soul.”

The man across the table from her sat leaning against the corner. A gloved finger tapped against his lip of his glass. The cantina was all a chatter with the clicks and snaps of the Vratix that dominated the area, save for a few human spacers no doubt transporting Bacta shipments. From where he sat, behind that bottle of Corellian spiced ale, there was nothing wrong with a nip before flying out. “Afraid you’ll be out of a cushy job, Arden?” He picked up the glass and drained its purple contents.

“You think it’s cushy having to watch out for him all the time? There are days I want to just toss him out ...

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