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    1. #1
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      Feb 2016
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      Debt with doubt (Valo)

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      Cad'Sha Briez was just another informant like any other. She worked on the occasional ship that came into Drifter's, took off in her own skiff on occasion and stopped at her small listening posts to collect her scattering of information, then back to Drifter's to earn her keep in more ways than one.

      Today was no different.

      "Thanks, Scrap... nice doing business with you." She smiled as the pirate before her smiled in contentment at the small data stick she had passed him. "Now... it's your turn."

      The man laughed. "No worries, little Sha," his pet name for her still there after all these years. She had known him since she was a child, but had only recently reconnected in the last few years. And since then, she had been his best source of information. And he made sure she was paid handsomely for it. "Here's your cut. Up front like always," he winked teasing, "with a little extra." He passed her an almost identical looking stick. This one had information on how she would get paid.

      Taking the stick, Cad'Sha smiled. "Thanks... now go cause trouble elsewhere." She left him with their usual parting jibe. His usual response echoing behind her.

      "You know I like your trouble best." The words disappeared behind her in a haze of noise and laughter in the hanger.

      Back in her room, Cad sat down at her secured console and slid the stick into the slot. "Let's see what we got this time." She tapped on the keys, her mind doing the encryption securities by memory. A moment later, she frowned. "Valo ... who is Valo?" She began typing out inquiries and going thru sources she hoped would give her an answer.

      Collapsing on her bed almost three hours later, she growled under her breath, "Scrap, you are not on my good side." She had dealt with things like this often enough that while it still angered her, it didn't surprise her like it used to.

      The chime on her console woke her and she sat up rubbing her eyes. Slipping from the bed to the desk chair, her head shaking the cobwebs away, she stared at the console. VALO TORRENO's known life spread across the screen. "Bounty Hunter, eh? So why do I have access to your account?" She worked a bit more on it and decided that getting in touch with the man was probably a better choice than robbing him... Thieves' Code and all that.


      Several days later, as usual, Cad was in the hanger finishing up a mech job when she went to check the incoming list to see who she would work on next. A smile lit her face as she saw the next ship in line for landing.

      When Valo finally arrived and came to the docking master's station, Cad would be behind the counter, her auburn hair pulled back in a half sloppy pony tail low on the back of her head. Tshirt tucked into a pair of coveralls with it's arms tied around her waist as she leaned on the counter and scribbled with the tap stick on her console.

    2. #2
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      Oct 2011
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      Valo Torreno has been on a bounty mission to Kashyyyk for the past three weeks. He has tracked a Wookie named Dh'arvel and cornered him. It was a big fight, but Valo turned out the victor. With the ship now docked, Valo and Dh'arvel exit his YT-2400 named "The Event Horizon" The ship got it's name by coming dangerously close to a black hole by it's previous owner. Valo walks the chained Wookie toward two well-armed guards standing by the bay exit doors. Torreno nods at the men before speaking in his low, gravelly tone.

      Valo Torreno:
      This is Dh'arvel from Kashyyyk. Take him to his cell and make sure Vaago knows he is here and ahead of schedule.

      The guards take the Wookie away in chains and Valo exits ahead. He walks toward the Docking Master's Station briskly and his twin WESTAR blasters jingle on each hip and gleam in the light. Torreno walks up to the station doors and walks into the room. From across the room, he recognizes the lady behind the desk. He has seen her around the old Drifter's Paradise before, but he has never met her personally. He strides toward the counter and places his elbows on the surface. Valo cuts a smile across his stubbled face at the woman before he speaks.

      Valo Torreno:
      Hey there, miss. I'm Valo Torreno. I'm a bounty hunter around here, I work for Vaago. Look... I got a problem with the ship. She's usually a peppy little ship and can get around the Galaxy like nothing you've ever seen. Since being in the sands of Tatooine and then drenched in the swamps of Kashyyyk, she just ain't running right. I usually do all of the adjustments myself, but I want someone else to take a look at it. Maybe I'm missing something... Can you be of assistance to me?

      Valo cuts another smile as he brushes his reddish-brown hair away from his eyes. He hopes to get his ship fixed so he can go on another bounty mission as soon as he can...

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